Long Lackeys Poems

This is my modern English translation of a French poem by Voltaire, one of my all-time favorite writers. The poem is followed by two translations of epigrams by Voltaire.

Les Vous et Les Tu (“You, then...

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WAS THE LORD'S WILL TO KILL?
The following is an accurate account, 
Recounted verbatim and voiced by a machine that brings down a lot of trusting fools
A dissertation delivered by this dude who was just following...

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         ....When she gets bored of Mr. Slick 
and wants to have real fun.
You win some you lose some Newssome.
You abuse some,
misuse funds,
talk about appropriations,
self donations,
inappropriate grooming...

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goodbye
net neutrality
goodbye
the so-called “land of the free” online
goodbye
free exchange of ideas &
the ability to speak out against the wrongs of the empire &
the coalesced corporate whores that have lured you into the grasp
via social 
like...

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This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", 
Genevieve St. Cyr.

The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only 
waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound 
of his craft...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

                i
We no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor...

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Just Now, I Started To Feel...
All Stopped Up With Writer's Block

Thus lack any idea about
     what to type out until aye
reach the end, and
     even then cannot
...

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The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their 
enslaved**


*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board...

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Would you rather the majestic pure white polar bear had a home
in this world or that Paul Ryan took a slow, slow boat to China & then 
turned around & came back, & then again,...

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We are tired of enduring the odious cult paid to the lackeys of Françafrique.
 This situation is becoming intolerable.
 It is deeply humiliating to see mediocre and alienated negroes running the banana republics under the...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

I no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
only the echoes of falling tears
of grieving widowed mothers
and the muffled shhees
to...

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when one thinks about the truth go's  down the cave of are 
 love are called angular rivers across the 
landscape of the resistance
we know
 the existence of happiness is not an impulse in
...

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I Came To the Medina
Looking for my Palestina
Baby my Baby 
Where are you?
Still under the rubbles?
Still alive my Diva 
Oh my Devina!

The Highways robbers,
The snitch, the pimps of the Dollar, 
And of the Shekel,
Still abusing...

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We the People Have Been Jaded
By Franklin Price
10/24/2015

We the people have been jaded
By the current happenings
Though the Constitution says it
We are not in charge of things

Takes millions of dollars
To try to even run
If you cannot...

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Been writing these rhymes for a while, 
imagination like quail man, keepin that Doug Funnie style

I keep my world in my mind it can't be contained in a file, 
like My Cousin Vinny I blow...

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On the cyber-stallion 
of military might,

           against the backdrop 
           of missiles, a fearsome sight,

...

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Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto2
Verses 4 and 5

The hunting parties ride in teams of three.
Each force has falcon trained in cage for prey.
Groups make a wager paying needed fee,
pot goes to winner by the close of...

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Astride his cyber-stallion of awesome
     hi-tech military might,
Against the backdrop of missile silos,
     a fearsome sight,
The Commander-in-Chief, huge,
     malevolently looming,
Smirks at the seared...

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Astride his cyber-stallion of hi-tech military might,
   against the backdrop of missile silos, he's a fearsome sight,
      the Commander-in-Chief, so huge, malevolently looming,
     ...

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Lame lyrics of lost love penned by sweatered sirens
deep as divots, shallow as puddles
Doesn’t teenage angst get old by the time you’re thirty?
I’d think so, yet the lackeys lap it up like maple syrup
I derive...

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You slithering obsession;
You creeping vine, wrapped round progressive centuries,
Til kings and rebels and dreaming men
Become as lackeys,
Following your trailing, withered leaves.

You visit men in midst of night.
Your comely form mirrors fates unbidden to light of...

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if the wolf teeth demonstrated
 than peeling the road as lackeys, silver output 
the bad luck the night crying for the dancers
 frivolous melancholy
 keep me under the spell of the decorated path on my...

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Where’s the tweeting? I have heard,
From POTUS, not a single word.
It’s really quite a lovely change – 
My pressure’s in the normal range.

Not lies to set my blood to boil;
No barbs from which we must...

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The White House harbors an orange traitor
Benedict Donald, science-hater
He never met a fact
He didn't try to whack
This prick puts the 'dick' in Dictator!

The obtuse ogre of petty poses
Has imposed on the City of Roses
His troops...

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Double-edge sword in a war of attrition
Slack-jacket Tony on a one-man mission
White-coat lackeys gather ‘round to hear 
We’re in the business of fear: Shoot ‘em up boys shoot ‘em

Burgundy blood clot killer delay
Spike-laced spider juice!...

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