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Premium Member Food Noise Silenced by the Jab of Will

A chorus of cravings murmured beneath each breath.
A hunger-chatter humming me halfway to early death.
Like static in the wires, like tinnitus in the bone,
it called from every cupboard when I stood there alone.

“There’s cake in the kitchen,” came the relentless cry—
“Chocolate in the pantry—don’t ask yourself why not—just comply.”
You don’t want the carrots; you don’t want a leafy green—
you want the sweet white thunder, of sugar pristine.

I'm below my set-point horizon, where my body sounds an alarm,
my ears are ringing with its echoes, my hunger coaxing with its charm.
My metabolism slowed when I dieted, its tricks now on show,
so losing weight became like walking through fresh snow.

Then, suddenly the food noise was silenced—
the hunger's ringing went still.
No phantom bell in the skull to keep playing.
No cravings on the hill.
The mouth’s old echo faded,
as I took the jab, or powered up the will
to stand in an empty kitchen
the cake uncut, all there still.

It was a tinnitus of hunger, pitched high inside the mind.
A private shrill insistence, I could neither leave, nor unwind.
The appetite’s phantom ringing, loudest in the calm,
absence becoming resonance, desire becoming a sung psalm.

The body’s restless asking will not soften, nor be outdone.
It tugged me back to excess, like a planet to its sun.
Each diet was a ladder a slippery slope in the rain,
each rung greased with longing; each slip returned its gain.

For the body has its set point, its gravity, its law,
a weight it keeps returning to, with hunger in its maw.
And when I slip beneath it, some ancient siren knew,
it could tempt me back with sweetness, to collect its due.

Then, suddenly the food noise was silenced—
the hunger's ringing went still.
No phantom bell in the skull to keep playing.
No cravings on the hill.
The mouth’s old echo faded,
as I took the jab, or powered up the will.
To stand in an empty kitchen,
the cake uncut, all there still.
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Diplomatic Issues of a Foreign Substance

What changed me was  

Due to the buzz  

An injection  

Meant for protection  

A needle like a honeybee  

Sounding sweet but ended up dangerous for me  

When the stinger pricked my arm  

It did a little harm  

My body turned red  

I felt like I was dead  

Something that I had inside  

A sickness was trying to hide   

This was such a terrible infection  

From a helpful injection!  

When I should claim rejection  

Explaining no to one wanting reelection  

Last night  

They came into my hospital room where I was having a fright  

Unwelcome news you have something evil inside  

It was trying to hide  

But on the other side  

We caught the bug  

Pulled it out from the rug  

You are going to be fine  

Since the illness in your body was declined  

Leaving a letter stating it resigned.  

Oh boy that is great  

Using the injection as bait  

No need to worry  

Only the virus will be buried  

Now I will go on to say  

I am now little bit healthier wealthy and wise today
Form: Rhyme

Chaos In the White House Jab Two

when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws 
pistol whipped and hashed 
tagged traitors who roared America 
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed

when Donald Trump ran the country 
into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue 
in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed
like some sorority or fraternity house 
left the sanctified righteous West Wing 

with powder puffs sans canisters 
of pepper spray, whereby 
most docile, humble, and liberal took a page 
from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art 

at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons 
rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks 
against libertarian rubric that made America great

wantonly soup peer egg go whist tickly
reviving prejudices declared dead
from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers 
getting water boarded and aching 

deigning to implement dictatorship 
of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix
weaving together, the salient strengths 
viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic 

twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed 
by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries 

with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except 
to keep Alice in Chains and 
Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.

Premium Member Jab To Chip

Your are under arrest
in your house  
your concentration camp
quiet
before for being unmasked 
get fined.
You have no rights 
to buy, sell or travel 
without hand or forehead 
being jabbed
in preparation 
for microchip ahead.
Can't buy bread? Starve 
with the little mouths
you allowed to live
they could have been 
used in vaccines.
You are not to visit 
friends, family
or enemies
in nursing homes 
or hospital beds
dying 
to be disposed of 
quietly.
You are not to go to school
knowledge is dangerous
infecting brain to brain
to rioting dissent!
Let the screen be your teacher
and Alexa your friend.
You are not to go to parties
or indoor movies
alone get drunk 
and watch your ***** 
and blood at home.
You are to be vaccinated
enemy of all that is progress
who gave you the audacity 
to question vaccines'
safety and efficacy
with elderly and terminally ill 
dying from Covid-19?
Unapproved, obsolete
what’s that to us?
Give to Caesar money
to science your body
and to 666 your hand 
to be microchipped
if you want medicine
travel or be fed.
Gagged, tied, mesmerized
fear turns hearts to ice
but a remnant keeps shining
God’s charity
feeding hungry 
hugging lonesome
praying in private 
and in public 
for a self destroying 
faithless humanity
heading to depopulation.
Fed by heaven
sealed on the forehead 
with the cross of salvation
chosen to be preserved 
to start a new world
of love, peace and joy
with Jesus Christ as King
in an environment of beauty
health and energy
as it was meant to be
with foods that nourish 
herbs that heal
joy of family life
in villages 
full of boys and girls
running with health.
The remnant could be you.
Lord Jesus come
hurry do not delay
Thy Kingdom come.

Chaos In the Whitehouse Jab One

Congressman and senators forewent 
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers 
and exhibiting the right to bare firearms 
as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold 

more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs 
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and cock knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint 

against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
plus verve espoused by fellow delegates, 
and his hologram ghost bloody

from battle scars outside and/or inside 
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate 
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis 

of the twenty first century 
during the term of Donald Trump 
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied 
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon 

any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed 
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice, 
the approach of doomsday 
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed 
with uproarious coup d’etat,


Premium Member The Jab

The Jab

I am somewhat disenchanted by what I’ve seen and read
Antivaxxers believe the lie that soon the vaccinated will be dead
That our leaders are out to get us, dictating what we need
and will decrease the population by deciding how we breed

I’ve heard more twisted theories in my time upon this rock
made so much worse with rumors on you tube and tic tok
I pray that common sense will soon take hold of every friend
Covid 19 is NOT just another virus. Don’t let it be your end

Remember mumps, measles, tetanus and whooping cough
They were cured by science, not a de wormer in a trough
Think of polio, rubella, diphtheria, hepatitis B and A
Thanks to vaccinations, these diseases were kept at bay

This world is full of deadly germs, we make perfect hosts
Please listen to the doctors instead of any ill-informed posts
Life is short, so show respect for the time you’ve got
Think of others, not just yourself.  Now go and get your shot!
Form: Rhyme

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