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I do not mean to hurt your feelings
That is, if you have any, to hurt.
If so I apologize now for any future offenses
As I will be throwing darts at your picture
As I compose this ne’er to be posted “text”
In the event it is used in a future indictment.
It seems that “words” have become the currency
Of a bankrupt language seeking a following
Thus, all “words”, grunts, moans, or gurgling
Are to be considered “protected” “speech”.
Depending on how that speech is interpreted
By the “ear bud” deafened masses.
Ditch the dictionary and thesaurus and
Purchase a new edition “imaginasaurus”
Wherein every word is defined by
what we imagine its meaning to be
and “multiple connected strings of words”
“once classified as sentences”
Will be subject to scrutiny and dissection
By an AI (Arguing Idiots) group.
If and when I meet all the parameters
Of the Asinine Algorithms of America
And filter it through the
Fatalistically Philosophical Philanderers Assn
I will slip a note under your door
Pay no attention to it
Meet me under the old Elm on Tree Street
Or the old tree on Elm street.
//this message will destruct in 3,835 galishtins//
Mortal worlds are no place for spirits like me to dwell; I am not meant for them; I have always been…a different soul. The womb begets many beings; I am not all that different from you, but, I recognize my sisters and brothers. Despite fur, feathers and fins; all come from the same soul and womb; God did not create Earth to give birth to idiots! But, man insists on acting like one by denying his own siblings, because of fur, feathers and fins.
Sentience is not a right to destroy other lives, but, most, seem to believe that it is. In less than two centuries; man has destroyed most of the Earth and her children; yet Man has the audacity to call his siblings…”dumb animals”! Fur, feathers and fins never did so much damage to their Mother’s body; as mankind has done. I have to ask…who really are the “dumb animals” on the planet?
I am not like the others; I have always known that all animals have souls.
Mortal worlds are a place of persecution for me as, I watch my siblings’ abuse and slaughter one another; to those in denial, it’s time you awoke!
For entry in poetry contest: "Denial"
Telephones are melting minds,
digital waves are cooking brains.
Facebook is our judge and jury.
An old man is eating ice cream cones,
one after an another.
He is sniffing little girls hair
unaware that anyone is watching.
I think his strange demeanor
signals that he doesn’t care
about America, just the Ukraine -
maybe we should move there,
might be safer?
Idiots shout into their cellphones
and the whole world is now a telephone booth;
global warming is a dire warning
and apparently methane is the scourge of the earth.
We more responsible citizens
are just trying hard not to fart.
I was only five years old
But that day I will never forget
It was a clear winter day, with a light frost,
I vividly remember strings of flags, helium balls,
Children, yelling happily, queues at the ice cream kiosks
Huge crowds of people in the park
With a giant staircase of six cascade flights
Leading up the hill to a small tower
With a souvenir shop, a café and a rental point
The staircase was used in winter
As a ski slope, it was a great attraction
I went to the top with my children’s skis
It took about twenty minutes or so
To stagger up there to the top
I put on my children’s skis and flew down
But after passing just one span,
I saw two people standing below,
Right on the track I was racing along.
I instantly realized that my weak child's voice
Wouldn’t be heard, so I veered off to the side
I began to zigzag between the pine trees, quite nimbly,
as if I had practiced this trick.
It was a breathtaking number I performed
Quite unexpectedly for myself
After safely rolling down, I turned around.
My mother was waving at me happily.
A bearded man standing nearby praised me.
But I immediately told him all I thought
About those idiots standing on my track.
I remember the man's mouth opening in surprise
But I was just a shocked little boy
Who had suddenly learnt the hard way
How easily we can die
Due to someone else's stupidity
So from that day onwards
My world changed forever
I try to avoid involuntary dependencies
Try to stay away from uncontrollable accidents
Prefer to keep my distance
From people, who couldn't care less
Whether I exist or not.
Where I live, a bunch of idiots work at the DMV.
They proved that by giving a drivers license to me.
When I drive, I constantly drive in the wrong lane.
Some people call me stupid, others call me insane.
If you're on the same road while I'm driving,
you won't have much of a chance of surviving.
I've wrecked so many cars that my insurance company no longer pays.
If you ever see me driving in your neighborhood, you really should pray.
If you're out walking while I'm driving, you sure will need to get out of my way.
Because if you don't, your next of kin will be informed that you've passed away.
I drive extremely bad during the night and even worse in the rain.
When I die, my body will be donated to science but they won't accept my brain.
When people see me coming, they lose bladder control and pee.
The gospel truth is that even drunk drivers drive better than me.
The foresight
When I look back on my life, which I seldom do
I think in my writing, I should be deeper; alas, my self-mockery gets in the way.
Why should I think I`m intellectual to have any worth to say?
It appears to me that many on Facebook feel important enough to enlightening us with their homilies?
If you live like this or that, you will find peace and happiness.
Balderdash!
Reading what philosophers said, is interesting but it does not change your mind.
Nor does reading the bible makes you a Christian.
Gladness is a gift and the place for village idiots who lack the ability
to reflect upon life.
speculated on what life is for is useless; the only cure is acceptance
that life is cruel, and if you live long enough, friends may drive you around
asking you about the old days, a time you rather forget.
No religion or philosophy will rescue you; you are on your own until death.
Is the Mad Hatter the only one who can be mad then?
I glared at Alice; is she so obtuse, she does not recognize her truth?
What is it? She asks me, concerned.
I am the Queen of Hearts and likely to lop her head off if I take a notion.
Frankly I doubt now there would be anything worthwhile in her head.
Tweedledee Dee and Tweedledee Dumb have stopped eating.
Empaths, they feel my wrath, so they gather up the cookies and go.
What about the sandwiches? Don’t you want them? Asks Cheshire.
Cheshire is a trouble maker; this is why I like him.
I watch his smirking grin disappear and reappear.
I could use you as a night light I think. Crumb! There is the stupid rabbit.
The one that brought that human down here in the first place.
I send my henchmen to bring back his head.
The Red of Diamonds is as dumb as the Ten of Spades.
They bring back Cinderella’s crystal slipper.
Wrong story you idiots!
Let me count the ways
Idiots have nothing on you
You run for miles from candy
As you should because it is sweet
Sweet is dangerous and idiots could
Learn a lesson or two from you
If they too weren't so stupid
Why is the sky blue?
Don't ask me ask stupid
He or she or it knows everything
Don't you have anything better to do
Than to be reading something like this?
Why are you doing that?
Do you need the competition?
Authors note: Hello! Hi there! Isn't it a lovely day?
Authors disclaimer: Don't read this! Please! Pretty please with candy on top! Don't you realize how dangerous sweets can be?
Form:
She came dancing into church with sixty-three-inch heels.
Wearing enough make up to camouflage two pigs and a cow.
Many of us older ones were annoyed; our eyes flipped like peels.
Some young gullible men had mouths that were open; they were yelling wow!
How dare she come into church looking like she loves herself!
Yelled some of the mean ones who had sat long on a shelf.
And these idiots are acting like she is true and fine!
They do not realize she should toe the line!
The young minister looked as smitten as the rest of them.
He suggested they sing “Old Rugged Cross” a hymn.
Then he introduced them to the arrogant woman so keen.
She was his wife, shocking to those who had been totally mean.
One day the sun will rise only so far,
the earth will rotate but only slowly,
the elephants, whales, and jungle cats
will call out to each other,
rats and snakes will
dive deeper into their skins
as clueless as ever.
It will be cold so dress warm,
remember to layer.
On that day
our inner Christ will put on a wooly hat,
and will rise with us.
for it will be the End
the end of bull as we know it.
Trumpets will sound above Walmart.
In Vegas the Eiffel tower will topple
killing a French tourist.
There will be some that choose
to gnash their teeth,
but those idiots will always be with us.
The End will come,
not with a whimper but with
a lottery ticket,
for everyone will be a winner.
We will all hum along for a while,
then rise up in our glory.
The sun will begin to shine higher,
and Yay
that last winter shall turn to Spring.
Naturally a lot of fools and shysters
will be pissed off
that their prophesies have gone phut.
Even more predictably
the media will fail to report
the great event of our New Reboot,
and those pundit-lackies
will carry on berating us
with their endless daily judgments.
Looks like this afternoon
there will be showers of Ravioli,
among other signs and blessings.