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I'm just a regular guy with a regular job,
Just your average, run of the mill suburbanite slob.
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
while motorists behind me are going insane.
I use public toilets and I urinate on the seat
and if by chance in the restroom we do meet,
I'll shake your hand before washing mine guaranteed.
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
while handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm obnoxious, stupid, inconsiderate and bold.
I'm an idiot, I'm a moron, I'm an A HOLE!!!
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All People Have One.
Some People Are One.
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Dedicated To All Of The A Holes Out There.
Invictus
The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person providing redemption.
The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist,
only by lost egos continuously resists.
Walking on dreams, prayers and whispers clearly spoken,
solitary spirits changing everything what is broken.
The vale of the nightingale profound,
the stranger giving all in joyful chant.
Where the song of praise has no ending,
giving texture of serenity aiding.
Words of wise council is the currency,
long after all with certainty.
We all coming with a purpose in this world,
only fears establishing that paradox mold.
All one knows does not change the situation,
especially when one is worried about a reputation.
Some sacred text mentioned, not to give false witness,
more even to one’s own truth in brightness.
When the system is blinding your eyes immune,
its time to take real fortunes into tune.
Playing with the remote from the couch of ignorance,
will have its handicapped forced consequence.
Attorney General William
Barr black marker in hand
kept promise to censor vital
details of Mueller Report
swift as Usain Bolt candidly,
grandly, lustrously, roundly
youthfully blocked out more
rapid than an elegant eland
vibrantly, regally, magically,
and gracefully skirts borderland
which favored topography
constitutes grassland or woodland,
far more pleasing to observe,
than reading adulterated brand
of aforementioned compilation,
distillation, edification, fortification
zeroing questionable activity
upon head of trumpeting brigand,
whose arrivistic, bombastic, caustic,
demonic, electric broadband
outsize ego still convinces
me, thee commander in chief
delegated one or more chargehand
perhaps while delighting as
gourmand savoring chateaubriand,
where his best buddies imagined
themselves in seventh heaven cloudland
every so often taking siesta sans repast
or golfing with grisly handicapped clubhand
non verbally communicating,
in viz sub bully taking a peas zing
cues from presidential high command,
which coterie (i.e. den of thieves)
manipulated social media with nefarious,
insidious, deleterious, et cetera
analogous to "FAKE" contraband,
maybe even milking innocent cowhand
unwittingly planting GMO electronic
bugs amidst future bovine fodder cropland
to allow, enable, and jackknife demand
that moost every eligible voter tricked
induced by virtual reality dreamland
with sinister motive for thee "Apprentice"
rule his kingdom, and expand,
realm asper Medieval days
declaring himself chieftain of fatherland
and/ or North American motherland
where naysayers guillotined
by uncontested firebrand,
who without provocation
very likely bomb into Stone Age
formerly edenic, lush, verdant
geography into flatland
rendered hostile, poisonous and uninhabitable
nonetheless radiating for miles with gangland
forced labor tilling barren, desolate, fissured
landscape erecting unsightly grand
standing room only (cause he know Shylock)
terrain (reign) vast highland
manor as poobah, and husband
to his only heiress, the former
a kooky monster from foggy bottom marshland.
The emptiness of space is all about nothing,
or nothing from some thing must be something.
Beyond our limited senses and so much more,
faith, believe and fanatic perceptions to adore.
Scientific conspiracies and mythological fact,
gracious impressions upon to act.
All ‘if ‘stories by purpose solution defined,
contemporary art in holy loops refined.
The promised creature with its wings,
is the wind needed to rise, with little stings.
The harp of creed played in monotone,
nothing is more relevant to get the dire loan.
Empty houses so expensive to touch,
filled spaces advertised meaning nothing much.
So many zeros exchanging the stock marked,
nothing but hot air for a handicapped target.
All for nothing to proof in all might the subtle lie,
impressions are worth for nothing to die.
Nothing at all is the space between the ears,
if one cannot see that beauty is the truth, made of tears.
From nothing more to nothing at all,
the divine grace by eternity, nothing to befall.
Raw pain cries, from inside out.
The frozen nighttime rain continues
With a whispered willow’s throw;
Dangling verbs, wording their amusement.
Black sheath ever marching,
Grown to cover blankets, toys,
And sparkling noise
Provided for our elders, friends,
And not so much an enemy
Our mirrored image shown.
Breathe out our bequeathment
In prose-filled feelings blown.
Alone unable, without Cain,
To slow or stop again
The frozen nighttime rain
Candles high in worriment
Light the way of discontent
Seek the measured music
We may find down the stairs
Within the basement of our mind,
The cellar where we hide
Our nights alone, inside
The frozen nighttime rain
Who shares the beast on fire, temper flamed
Would calmness reign as visitors exclaimed,
Oh holy shhit, this is it !
This is what we meant to say
Each time we knelt to pray.
Oh buy my book, put on my play,
Make my movie, give me one more day
I am a two-timed couplet
Formed from clay
Demanding you awake to listen,
Every word I say.
Intent that you will stay
Cold and clammy surfacing,
Survived on stones and pebbles
Grain and gram and grin
A visitor descending in
The frozen nighttime rain
Two bi-folded wrestlers
Joined with ham hocks rocking
On the porch of your good reason;
Poaching egg-filled wisdom
Eaten by your victories,
In any given season.
You steal and bawl and creep and crawl;
Learn to draw your own damn blood,
Anything to stem the flood
Make a meal
That meets your satisfaction,
Merely a distraction
From what is real,
Erecting mental stop signs
For the handicapped with zeal,
Politically, in every way,
Offensive to our brain -
When visiting
The frozen nighttime rain.
Onward Christian soldiers
Marching off to prayer
Making sure your wallets
no one at all will share
Onward then, ye Christians
as atheists help the poor
blend you prayers with hypocrisy
as the lord closes all your doors
Christ may not be handicapped
he sure as hell isn't blind
stop playing life's lotteries
give food and love, be kind
At the malls small book shop
Satan's hosts and Christians flee
Hells foundations support not
ignore poor and needy brothers pleas
Onward Christian soldiers
copper pennies are your reward
Just remember the cross of Jesus
was constructed by the poor
Invictus
The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person providing redemption.
The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist,
only by lost egos continuously resists.
Walking on dreams, prayers and whispers clearly spoken,
solitary spirits changing everything what is broken.
The vale of the nightingale profound,
the stranger giving all in joyful chant.
Where the song of praise has no ending,
giving texture of serenity aiding.
Words of wise council is the currency,
long after all with certainty.
We all coming with a purpose in this world,
only fears establishing that paradox mold.
All one knows does not change the situation,
especially when one is worried about a reputation.
Some sacred text mentioned, not to give false witness,
more even to one’s own truth in brightness.
When the system is blinding your eyes immune,
its time to take real fortunes into tune.
Playing with the remote from the couch of ignorance,
will have its handicapped forced consequence.
THE WAILING CRY OF MAMA AFRICA.
Who shall I tell this story
Who will heal this injured glory
We were like Jack and Jim
We climbed the hills together
Like a cock poured hot water
My comb is fallen with no feathers
To beautify my skin
The pride of my womb lies desolate
Who will suck this firm breast up before they become fallen
Cried out Mama Africa
The portage of hot yam have been served
My children are eating with bare hands
Stained by their red bloody thick pourage
What baffles me is how hungry they are
But still eat with heated hated courage
Cried mother Africa
As she watched down from the Futajjan
Asante Asante Asante
With his golden stool he accended
As mama Africa enchanted
The fire wood is ready for fire he seated
My son the woods have been used for cooking while you were asleep
As Mama Africa hissed
There comes my son Odudua
With his brother Eri looking angry
The water in the coconut have excaped
It was never sapped
Woo-hoo woo-hoo woo-hoo cried mother Africa
Who chased the spiders and break the webs
Now they travel on their own in peace and shame
Mama Africa cried out
Anansi where is your trick your brothers children have faced a puzzle they can't solve
Chiwara she called the beauty in thy horn now
Have become thorns on thy head
Mawu-Lisa the twins, where lies the beauty of your marriage
Kwakwau kwakwau kwakwau Mama Africa cried with all her children lost in thought
The Obodom drum beat can no longer withhold my tears
Abbassi and Attai whispered as she cried
Chineke moved out in confusion
As Arusi quickly brought his snuff box
Even my evil heart can not bear this shame Adrao murmured
Damballa my son you failed to govern my children's will
You allowed my children forget the road and work the hill she queried
Roog,Mwari reject the sacrifices your brothers are at war Mama Africa cautioned
Chuita tell Obatala that his handicapped children need healings
who will dry my tears shouted mama Africa
As she wailed aloud.
As all her children gathered around the fire
Tired and retired they all joined their mother to wail
As they watched from Futajallon so they took of their crown.
The word bipolar can put fear in your heart
Because you’ll never know when it will start.
Also known as manic depression and it can become
A lifelong obsession.
Wondering when the next bout of fear will enter you
And if you know just what to do.
It is like the devil trying to take your soul
And it becomes a battle of control.
Most times in order for you to live
You must take the meds that they give.
If your child is bipolar or autistic, will you love them any less?
I don’t think so is my guess!
The LORD puts a child where he / she belongs
With a person he knows is strong.
The strength of the parents helps them to cope
With the problems old and new, and that is
Something that they do.
Let us be a little realistic, not many crimes
Are committed by bipolar or autistic
So how can they use words like crazy, retarted or handicapped
When against us the cards are stacked,
When this becomes a challenge close to home
Remember that you’re not alone.
Verizon router won't connect to internet blues
(alternately titled: ma bell heave hubble
telecommunications gone south).
Best sung courtesy rotten dull liver:red worst
after words which, I gotta quench mine thirst
whereby think Botox lips zipped and pursed
hence impossible linkedin mission Mary Jane
and Buster Brown kisser darn it result socked
hermetically resigned, resealed and cursed.
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Atheistic credo fuels (fossil)
jeremiad ordaining undevout
finds me cybersurfing phishing
for poetic effort to tout
March sixth tooth house sand twenty two
presents reasonable rhyming lit writ scout
herewith risk averse longfellow
on his figurative er... route
along information superhighway.
Netizen (generic and garden variety) Cain
not, nor able to don virtualtourist Lausanne
guise, nor Kiev hen twitter among Ukraine
literati earlier today (aforementioned date)
afflicting me courtesy GMO webbed strain
iambic phantom metered node hissing drain
analogous to evaporating Lake Pontchartrain.
Cuz unwitting byte size complicit accessory ghost
haunts micro electronic components machine most
culpable, feasible, n invisible Internet Protocol host
laryngeal mucous phlegm wreaks (think) burnt toast
esophageal acid reflux analogous metaphor, I post
downplaying feeling any reason to rhyme or boast
spun words masterly sharecropped along east coast.
CHORUS:
verse one:
Now, I gotta cure dem rascally misbehavin
data packets between computer blues,
cuz internet fixation yaw truly craven
lobbying scattershot spewing colorful hell raisin
lingo (awk curse) strung expletive epithets
extraordinary Luddite across cyberspace will lose.
verse two:
Hence dial up local kindergartner to troubleshoot
while he/she whistles Mozart's The Magic Flute
or visit nearest zoo to hire nasty, and shortish brute
critical electronic hardware, cuz aye got absolute
zero ability and even less legal tender slangy loot
thus Internet loper feel handicapped as deaf mute
unable to hear auld Donald trumpeting slo vac toot.