Long Nutcase Poems
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I staged a race
Came in number one
Cuz I was the only
One to run
I have never made a mistake.
Except for that one time
When I thought I had made a mistake
But I was mistaken.
Is it the virus
Or is it the flu
I’m trapped in the house
Making horrible noises
And I’m told by the “experts”
Those are my choices
I’m wearing gloves, mittens and masks
Which makes every chore so much more of a task
So far I’m succeeding with a spray and a spritz
Just hope I don’t wind up with a case of the s**ts
I’ve taped alcohol swabs
To the tips of my fingers
So that after texting
Nothing else lingers
And just when I thought
I could bear no more
Some nutcase just painted
A big C on my door
John G. Lawless
©5/17/2022
It’s midnight on June 24th. We’re returning from a “Hot Wax” concert - they were wretched. We’re heading back to Paris tomorrow, so we decided to just stop at the (Kube Hotel) lounge for nightcaps.
Everyone was stirred-up and tight as a violin string when we heard that the “Extreme Court” threw out “Roe vs Wade’s” constitutional guarantees - the latest signal of Americas ascendant entropy.
Following that, was a ruling that threw out New York’s gun restrictions. “Republicans wear compassion like a costume.” Anna pronounces, “what “right to life” *IS* there, if every nutcase can walk around with a machine-gun. Haven’t they been watching the news?”
Leong, who’s always willing to discuss the superiority of the communist system, susurrates, to no one in particular, “Abortions are legal in China and unless you have a hunting license - guns are illegal.”
“Maybe we should move there,” Lisa says, ingenuously, holding up her drink toastingly, her face tinted a gleaming, bourbon gold in reflected light.
Returning to our suite, 3 hours later, Sophy’s adopted a mode of travel involving swerves and leaning heavily on things. Which Leong, who was not doing much better, finds hilarious. “Use your signals!” Leong says after barely dodging one of Sophy’s flailing arms.
“Two loves I have - of comfort and despair.” Sunny quotes, in her richest, Shakespearian voice.
“There’ll be no uncomfortable beds tonight,” I say, searching my bag for my phone, which has the suite key in an attached card-holder. Charles’ room is directly across from ours and I see him shaking his head as both of our doors close.
We’ve adopted a motto, “live to exhaustion,” and I think, to myself, that we’re living up to it, as I flop onto my bed and the world goes dark.
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slang
wretched = very good
He was nuttier than a fruitcake,
He ate dry fruits, and candied fruits.
Some thought he was a screwball.
But from the likes of things.
He was very normal.
At least, I thought he was.
After a day on the fishing boat.
We'd finally catch a fish or two.
Nothing new, just a fish or two.
A crackpot, a crank, a nutcase, they said.
But him and his beautiful wife, they wed.
They were married, on April fools day.
The first of April, and man did it rain.
It came down.The thunder, and the lightning.
Man, it was frightening.
The thunder, and the lightning.
But the fruitcake absorbed it all.
He never gave in, and he never gave up.
Just a fruitcake.Out on the lake.
Fishing pole in hand.I thought it was grand.
Nothing like the cake.Mom gave at Christmas time.
Just a fruitcake.The fruitcake.
Fruitcake-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
Why do I get lumbered with a nutcase on the bus?
I’m craving peace and quiet, so I won’t make a fuss.
But I don’t want to hear about his toenail collection,
or that he must take Viagra to maintain his ********!
Oh crikey, he doesn’t need it - he’s ‘rising’ in his seat,
and making lewd suggestions I’d better not repeat!
I gather up my shopping and make a false excuse,
I’d forgotten to get cat food for my pussy Bruce.
So I make a hasty exit, although it’s not my stop,
I’m in dire need of Valium from the chemist shop!
Next time I travel on the bus, I’ll feign I’m fast asleep,
and pray I’m not joined by any foul mouthed creep!
A woman speaks....
I will live in a tent, or demand I pay
no rent!
My name is Sally, I want everything free!
To God, I never bend a knee!
For my community nothing will I ever do!
For the USA, you see, I think little of you.
I want to burn every flag, I see!
Because everything in the USA belongs
to me.
That car you drive, it should be mine.
Any one else's hard work, I never will do.
But all your accomplishments belong to
me, not you.
I am dying of jealousness and greed.
I steal anything I can.
I make our government bleed, paying
for my every need.
A nation that will not work?
Yes, we will not last long.
The melody I hear is so tragic,
People refusing to live lives magic.
Criminals are totally honored here.
Teen gangbangers on corners stand,
slurping beer.
Children in Chicago, weekly are with no
mercy shot dead.
BLM Marxists marches cheer!
I weep on my pillow on my bed,
Americans, unite and do so very soon.
Stop buying products from a man who
loathes the USA but wants to go to the
moon?
Find people with character who love
God and this Republic!
That number grows smaller and smaller.
And tent cities ruin streets filled with
fentanyl, squalor and the most uncouth
defecate in public?
While useless masks, unsafe vaccines are
mandated by the current, insane Gestapo!
And their followers? I call them...Floppos!
A hideous, evil way where your fellow citizens
forgot they had any rights, oh!
Servants of the Gestapo, how dare you shame!
Those of us who believe in the American Dream?
We learned to well what happened in Germany,
When people thought that nutcase Hitler was the
Creme de la Creme!
I hope you recall all the bodies and how that did
end!
7/27/2021
People in this world taking a stand over helpless animals being tested for human products, unproven and possibly unconnected effects on climate change, sat with knickers twisted over Trump and Brexit and eating anything but meat so as not to bring harm to animals, protecting donkeys used to maul, protesting gay, equal and gender rights that largely involve ideas or cliches given to a group never focusing on an individual whilst the majority share on Facebook all martyred up pointing out and saying bulls**t kindness, good intention and care when all the while actual people with stories of events and of people that destroyed their life, destroyed their personality, destroyed their optimism and ambition were mentally stripped of freedom after basically dying as one person and being reborn as nothing but a body, sit hopelessly helpless and partially heard as they are mocked, dismissed, and labelled a nutcase, all because a human being intentionally set out to harm them and succeeded, don’t tell me there’s empathy when everything is chosen through personal desire for oneself.
Not helping people around you but committing to fantasy theory and distant crap in the name of selflessness (but only if it doesn’t get in the way of selfish living).
Form:
* Here’s one that is quite … unusual. I hope you enjoy it. Don’t ask me where these ideas come from … it’s probably better left alone, lol. *
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fascinated …
I watch the game by
way of a watermelon Jolly Rancher Stix -
seeing my world through
rose-colored candy …
but it’s gotta be a first, right?
what other nutcase would care to
do such a thing?
(rhetorical … don’t answer)
but, despite the seemingly unavoidable
aberration that should BE,
I can actually make sense of all
that’s taking place on the other side of
the 1/8” of hard confection
and my silly attempt to turn the ugly
defeat of my fave team into
something of abstract interest,
seems far too clear a vision to mar,
and that in itself HAS to be an unvarnished,
empirical statement
on the quality of ingredients and
manufacturing excellence of
the Jolly Rancher folks,
(the Hershey Corporation, I believe)
I mean, the flavor of Jolly Rancher candy is
and always has been of unmatched
tangy-tart sweetness,
and the packaging?
a gaze-holding wonder in itself
but who would’ve thought that the
substance of it could be so pure -
so limpid and translucent,
that the details of a 48-to-3 blowout
would still reach my eyes
despite the reality of it resting upon
the bridge of my nose
balanced precariously between my eyes
and a 60” Samsung flatscreen??
it’s incredible, really …
absolutely mind-boggling!
and here I was thinking that today would
be a total waste …
ha!
cold as ice with the heater on
the aspirin causes me to bruise
like murky water mirages on a ceiling of used stars,
i become lost in thought as the scent of you makes me float on air
i believe that i am immersed in the confetti convention of my makeshift reemergence
icicles form on the tiny tips of my mustache
every breath that i take burns from the consumption of your irresistible image
one false stroke southbound and it is suddenly summertime
the dunes where many memories were made has dissolved into a sandstorm diary of misty remains
every current upcoming morning stings like disposable razors of surefire frigidity
my phrase called 'talk' are run-on simple sentence jumping over rusted hurdles of shame and regret
hot as hellfire with the window fan on
the pradaxa causes my blood to be just thin enough....to cut the heater on again
Now I am sitting alone in this
Funny wagon with my boom box
and minding my own business
along with a bunch of numskulls
who thinks I am a nutcase like them—
What a drag! And they think we are
all going to a Funny Farm where
they take those who go bananas!
But I know better because
I am good and dandy--
One hell of a cockscomb dude!
All I am doing is
bamboozling them for now,
Behaving as if I am one of them—
These dolts, dim-witted blockheads!
But, YOU, who’s reading this,
can vouch for me, won’t ya?
Why? Because you are as cool as I am,
It takes one to know one!
You catching my drift, ain’t ya?
~07/16/15
~"Colloquialism" contest by Laura Leiser
A woman speaks:
“I will live in a tent, or demand I pay no rent!
My name is Sally, I want everything free!
To God, I never will bend an ungraterul knee!
For my community…..nothing will I ever do!
For the USA, you see, I think so little of you!”
“I will burn every American or Isreali flag I see!
Because everything in the USA belongs to me.
That new, red car you drive, it should be mine.
Anyone else's hard work, I shall never will do!
But all your accomplishments belong all to ne
not to you.”
“I am dying of bright, green jealousy and greed.
I steal anything I possibly can,it is my fervent creed!
I make our government tax you, till you bleed!
For you are my slaves,to fulfill all my selfish needs”
The USA, now a nation that will not work?
Why not we kindly deport these hapless jerks?
The melody I hear is so incredibly tragic,
People refusing to live lives, that are could be magic!
Criminal rioters are now totally honored here?
Teen gangbangers do stand on corners, slurping beer.
Children in Chicago, weekly are with no mercy shot dead.
BLM Marxist marches, rioters destroy, where are their heads?
Alas, the Jews are now not allowed a higher education
But must live as rodents~in fear and open the door in hesitation?
Americans, unite and do so very soon.
Do you applaud the slaughter of infants beneath an October seventh moom!
The new normal of hatred here must end now
I Pray to God, no money to Iran..I vow!
Find people with character who love, not have the joy to kill
October deventh gone,I still hear cries for mercy still!
Tent cities have ruined many delightful towms
fentanyl, thanks to Cartels, have taken many American lives.
While we hide at home,penning pietry that rhymes
Servants of the Gestapo, how dare you shame,
Those of us who believe in the American Dream, lost our flame.
We learned too well …..what happened in Germany,
When people thought that nutcase Hitler was sanity?
I hope you recall all the millions of lives thar were takem!
May God help us, this never occurs again ~ our hearts forsaken!!
4/25/2024
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