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It’s 2023 and the world wants to know
‘What is a woman?’
Apparently now all it takes is call yourself one
and, poof, you are.
Which means we have finally arrived
in the post-modern nightmare of objectiveless fantasy.
In this fantasy definitions and identities
are as fluid as genders.
Fee, I want to be a billionaire
as I demand the bank give me their money.
Fi, I’m a doctor now, no degree required,
so pay up insurance.
Fo, just give me all your stuff shop owner
private property is an illusion but I deserve my fair share.
Fum, if you can’t see me for who I say I am,
then you are a racist, bigot, cockroach, charlatan TERF!
In this fantasy, real problems are pushed away
discarded in the historical heap of objectionable truth.
Instead, 1st World problems rule
micro-aggressions and imaginal fears you need a PhD to discern.
Meanwhile, the real world wants to know about the woman thing,
there are children crying,
real flesh and blood progeny,
born and unborn
reaching out in desperation for a little perspective and comfort
in a world that has gone mad
figuratively, literally
each of us now an Alice struggling
in her own existential black hole
to come of age.
(6/9/23)
Generally, they are a fearless bunch.
That doesn't mean that they are foolish.
Obviously, every species has a healthy fear,
for fear itself is a great survival mechanism.
This species I'm speaking of is alert and always
seems prepared to fight or take flight. He's not the
happy-go-lucky type. You have to earn his friendship
and give him due respect, never taking him for granted.
He knows what is rightfully his and doesn't mind demanding
the seat that you have occupied. He seems given to relaxation
and sleeps a lot, but that doesn't mean that he is lazy. For several
days I have with pleasure observed two of them on my property.
They walk together, sleep together, and keep each other clean. They
will work and earn their way. They are observant and know who to trust.
This species is not quick-tempered, but you do not want to push him around.
I have found cats to be very giving, but expect you to pay up when it is due.
Buried Alive
Casted shadows of doubt,
linger within despair.
Help me into insecurity,
life damage, pay up and repair.
Blinding white lies of brightness,
flash assaulted now face to face.
It's lifes dimmed out light switch,
where burnt bulbs are never replaced.
Echoing noise pollution madness,
a periodic collapse of mind.
Thinking without any real purpose,
moving forward yet still falling behind.
Feeling the weight of disastrousness,
your Spirit continually pinned down.
Lived life unhappily ever after this,
buried six feet above the ground...
End this madness inside of my cranium and numb the pain that’s making me
feel this sensation, as if I was drunk off of rum…I’m not a drunkard that’s
dumb and that’s a fact that has made a big impact in my life…especially my
brother’s life to be exact!! Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? Do
you have any brain cells in your empty brain? Are you damaged by your
suicidal depression? Anxiety took a toll on you – you’re in its session…it’s
controlling you like a puppet, doing whatever the puppet master tells it to do!
You demand attention immediately without further ado…pay off your expense
of your emotional suspense! Dispense and you shall receive no more expense!
You are fenced in by the absence of hope and the approval of avarice appeal!
Ignorant to the time, drifting away from your grasp! You hold your breath and
you gasp! At last, you understand how important it is to immediately dispose
of your expense! Just reap what you sow and pay up for your sins! The
consequences lay in someone else’s hands and the two grand lands split! You
are way, way more worthy of praise than being in chains in this pitiful pit of
yours! All because you didn’t pay up your exceptional amount of expense! I’m
going to drop off reality for the time being until the end! Deplorable Reality’s
strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees, swarming around
me like my crowd of fans, family and friends – what’s the expense of fame?
Will I be feeling this shame with a grand name? Will it be astonishing beyond
say or just another bill to pay? Ignorance is bliss they say…I’ll type no more of
this verse today…Or I’ll pay my expense of writing too much! At least I give
my poems a great punch of passion, inspiration, and it’s moving, even with
the slightest touch!!!!
Today as I got up and climbed down the stairs
Suddenly I tripped, and went upside down
Received minor bruises, some splits in my hair
But what’s more important, I looked like a clown
Suddenly I noticed all the world gone crazy
Men looked like kids and kids went busy
In patting their own backs, and sneering at others
While adults fought over candies and snatching their brothers’
Young ladies basked in neck-ties and collars
They had their curves flattened using road rollers
Meanwhile their boyfriends sported latest bikini range
Why belles didn't leer at them, they found it strange
Traders rushed madly to pay up their taxes
Celebs attending funerals, their tears ran excess
I rightfully felt aghast, because all a nightmare
I put off my specs, and that gave me a scare
My specs were downwards up, looked incisively hopeless
To set its focus rightly in this urban wilderness.
Guess what? Another true story,
About a beautiful dame called Corrie.
Her allurement enraptured all men folk,
I did say this was a true story and not a joke?
Her tight dress and peachy ass, men would cry and plea,
Even blind Jim stopped, pulled down his glasses, willing himself to see.
When she walked the clock would stop to hear the tick tock of her heels,
Believe me this woman was dripping with sex appeal.
Every morning Corrie went into town to get her sick father’s pills,
She knew when she got them; one of the men would offer to pay the bills.
Now there was an evil merchant filthy rich had lent her father money,
It was time for him to pay up or he would take this honey (the daughter).
But to be a sport he conjured up a devious deal,
When he proposed the deal, it made her father feel more ill.
The merchant said “I have a bag and will put two stones in it.”
One white, the other black and here is the deal if you may permit?
“If your beautiful daughter picks the white stone,”
“You debt will be cancelled and you can take her home.”
“If it’s the black, I will cancel what you owe me,”
“But your daughter will be my bride you see.”
The ill father protested at first then gave in,
As they stood in town her father begged her to win.
Now while every man was looking at the divine girl,
She, the only one saw the merchant place two black stones, and so the bag he did fill.
She shook with horror as she picked a stone, thinking as she frowned
Then suddenly dropped the stone on the ground
The merchant raged “Now how are we to know which stone you took out?”
“Look in the bag and the one left will tell you what I chose” she did shout.
Everyone focused on the bag to see if she’d wed him or not,
The black one his hand reaches in and got.
Her father’s eyes lit up and he screamed with delight
His debt cancelled and she wouldn’t marry this merchant two foot in height.
She remains the tester of men’s hearts today,
They are mesmerised by her ass and they way she make it sway.
*Lateral thinking E. Bono*
Procedure was followed,
But with corrupted vision
Procedure was followed,
But a life was stolen
They will claim it was for the good of a people,
Whilst hiding behind accountability,
They’ll claim it’s to protect -
But it’s an excuse to murder
When you give a gun a badge,
Laws become an option,
And crime becomes a given -
The badge becomes a ‘get out of jail free card’
And consequences are given to a different player
Power holds the monopoly -
And when you land on it’s property,
You either ‘pay up’ or allow ownership of your life,
Power is a game, and control is the prize
Procedure was followed,
But not without casualty,
Procedure was followed,
But not without the lesson of who controls who
Procedure was followed, because procedure was biased
Procedure was followed, to keep black at the bottom
Wonderin' why...hmm...
I feel uncomfortable
I wander...off...why?
Waitin' for somethin'
I need a friend to talk to
Hiding in my shell
I am…so lost though!
I say hello to you
I am…so scared – the price, the cost
Is too high! I-I have an excuse!
I am so low…
As low as the underground can go
I say what’s up to you?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
No reply . . .
I am ignored, but I’ve accepted it as normal
Reality can get so cruel – but, I must stand tall
Stand tall, David, you must stand tall and give it your all
Give it your all and try not to fall
Call on Him if you feel like your heart’s in appall
He won’t reject your prayer at all . . .
The price…the cost of my sins is too much to pay up in one day
I-I have an excuse –
My heart has been thumping with dismay
I was a new kid, making up several excuses almost everyday
I was struggling in school several times – it’s the bothering truth, reducing me to tears of dread
I was alone and had no one to rely on – that abominable lie in my head! I feel rather…dead
No body to listen, no body to hear, nobody is free,
Everyone is busy, everyone is gone, Everyone has other problems,
Well I do too, the only people who are here to hear me, I have to pay,
That's the only people who are willing to look my way.
Nobody to listen, nobody to hear me, nobody to see me, until it's too late,
It's so sad that I want some heartfelt care to heal me, but First you must be
willing to pay up some money, for they are in it for cash, well then if I say something you think is not safe, then please don't tell me I need to go get help, for that's not an option, for there's nobody to hear, see, care for me for free.
Maybe I should sail off into the sea, where I can be alone, to listen to the wind blow, hear the birds sing their songs to me, see the natures beauty, watch an eagle soar freely in the clear blue sky, for he is the most free anyone could ever be,
CAN I SOAR TO THE SKY LIKE THAT TOO?
To Nobby Clarke I made a pledge
that I would never give up trying,
surrender all things (short of dying!)
to find a rhyme for "Percy Sledge".
Old Nobby thought he had the edge!
But I, pure intellect applying,
the glory of the challenge eyeing,
came at it like a flying wedge!
I didn't need to drudge or dredge.
(It wasn't hard, there's no denying -
no saturnine poetic sighing,
like Keats beside his withered sedge).
Now Nob has more than funds to hedge.
Aware of rounds he'll soon be buying,
beer into which he'll soon be crying,
he's standing on his window ledge!