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"Tour of Duty"
go forth and conquer
go forth and multiply
we are taught like
good little madams,
it’s fed to us right
(not left) from the get go
down our throats,
it’s ingrained
in the majority of us,
then, rank and file,
off we go, deligently
we march towards
that evocative thing promised,
Love calls us keenly,
Love calls us softly,
Love like communion,
green gardens wild daisies
crowns worn like halos,
loves me, loves me not,
loves me not, loves me,
planted and naively bedded,
we dance that dance,
into the seductive arms
of faith and chance, a wanton war
romancing our womanhood,
we roll over like puppies
our upturned faces
and stomachs stroked,
being fed red apples
like simpletons in a
moist ripe bed of roses,
sprinkled with the holy water
of keeping the win for keepsakes
framed and parked on a wall
like stag horns, momentos
of a past well worn,
our competitive
strip poker smiling faces
the blue ribbons adorned
and mounted like
miss congeniality,
good girls
wagging tails,
then feeding
children spoonfuls
of honey,
to do it all
over again
obedience
only lasts so
long
so long
tours of duties
so long
good girls
take notes
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I salute you brother of mine
One whose venomous bile
Sends shivers down the spine
Of spineless rank and file
I have never known you
But like William’s “18”, your
Legend lives on afresh and new
Telling tales of valour and rancour
Singlehandedly, you transformed Be-neen
Into a Bend-Hell; singlehandedly,
You made the state’s purse quite lean
Only to spend your loot foolishly
Like Samson, you had a Delilah
Like Achilles, you had the heel
Expecting you to be caught very far
From home, like a complacent eel
You were tangled in the net
Reclining in the recess of expired nipples
Dousing my awe and admiration. How wet!
Your fame is lost among the ripples
Commander-in-thief that you once were
You died like a mere beggar in the street
How disappointing! From stag to mare
You lost your crown by being indiscreet
Daredevil, bank robber, kingpin
Notorious criminal – the infamous Anini
The Dillinger of your time – a King
Dethroned by men on one knee.
The size and shape of your Chiclet's teeth
Remind me I need some gum
Don't want the rank and file of my breath
To make you turn and run
The cold neon lights of this restaurant
Really highlights your pasty skin
Bringing out the true beauty
Of your darkened eyes so far sunken in
I knew this would be special, our first date
So I did my best to comb over my thinning hair
My Uni-Brow didn't part so well
But I knew by the looks of you, you wouldn't care
When it is we that hug
My hairy back tickles your sweaty palms
Our mumbo lips fit perfectly
When the awkward kiss finally rolls around
We're a match made in heaven
Or somewhere there about's
There's someone out there for everyone
Is what we've both just happily figured out
Ominous Foreboding Augurs...
Innocuously incubated kindled
imperceptible dire strait
restlessness like tinder
with pinterest Deutsche agitate
barreling like a freight
train running so much
faster than an eight
track uber twittering,
rumbling, quickening and inculcate
dissension among dissolute
rabble rousers, who
do obediently initiate
rank and file will not abate,
boot re:reed out (bus) soon,
thence coalesces into ablegate
insidious encroachments
no longer patiently await...
ideal conditions to hatch
schism within parched
soil perfect for hate
mongers of democracy
breeds anarchy to facilitate
chaos, which quickly spreads
like kudzu, or wildfire Arson
Welles immediately forcing leader
of free world to abnegate,
(heard to trumpet "FORGET
THE WALL" mate),
(despite being caught in his
pink frilly underwear), to late
for Mar a Lago escape, where
formerly great wealth did
pool lightly coagulate
elite class heard faint stir of echoes,
then earsplitting clangorous louder
than an ICBM din (er bell)
rent asunder forcing
freedom of "FAKE
MEDIA" to abdicate
all the while pointing beringed
index finger to accentuate
his Taj Mahal ululation
interspersed veni, vedi,
veci stopping for spate
to coif (died in the will)
hirsute and aerate
said wind swept hairdo
pausing every now and again to snap
selfie portraits, plus
instagram loved ones to alleviate
that pompous, outsize,
and humongous ego fast deflate
ting into a shriveled up POTUS
float hissing boilerplate
hot airy premature ejaculations,
he would not capitulate
(sooner be rocketed
to Pyongyang and cell bate
good times with Kim
Jong-un to emasculate!
I now absolve myself
that aforementioned jest,
a tongue in cheek diatribe belies
my means to predict any forecast,
yet if any resemblance
of chance events
materializes between
my pablum childishness at best
there could arise fruitful market
for kitsch sheen collectors items
high as Mount Everest!
Democracy for elites
Principles never enlight
Politicians aggrandize
Void of commitment
Dalit rights crucified
Every Day, Hour, Minute
Burnt, tortured, raped
Blood tears wept
Humanity if any ever left
Upper caste domination swept
Nation deliberately slept
How can Millions Rejoice?
As largest democratic voice
Shame, to them
Who makes false claim
But never aim
All humans born same
Who can we blame?
Judas, within us
At rank and file
Shouts & writes,
About Ambedkarite’s
To win Dalit might
And rest in Vanity Fair
Alas, they too will flare
None would care
Upper caste won’t spare
They would dare
Every breathe Dalit share
This isn’t any nightmare
Reality check bare
Democracy nowhere
...rAHUL
...The hard-core just leave men altogether,
but in the rank-and-file there’s a trend
of these women speaking of ‘gentle’ guys,
then shacking up with the dominant men.
Tale old as time, women love the ‘bad boy,’
there instinct responds to his aggression,
some deign to marry the ‘sensitive’ guys.
but then cheat, and take half their possessions.
It is quite the cognitive dissonance,
to say one thing, while craving another,
their teaching says they should be ‘empowered,’
while their instincts cry, “Make me a mother!”
They claim in one breath, “Women rule the world!”
but then complain their man isn’t decisive,
say they want a man to take care of them,
while preaching that such men are repulsive!
And this patriarchy the women built,
nobody can say that it has not worked,
we have built up great civilizations,
freed women from most of the threats of this earth.
We’ve built huge houses, all climate controlled,
machines that will take us any place quick,
we grow too much food, our infants don’t die,
yet they still get mad, and call us all sick?
I think deep down they want what they always did,
but are convinced doing so must betray
some cause created by unhappy women
all the way back in their grandmother’s day,
not seeing that those ‘patriarchal men’
are the men that those grandmothers created,
seems kind of ungrateful, after all this,
for them to proclaim men should be hated.
The union of hellions and the hallowed
In an effort to further each of their unique and twisted agendas
Gives forth the notion that equality must be dictated
In an effort to promote the rank and file
Mediocrity is rewarded
There is no distinction made between the competent and the indolent
Without acknowledgment, excellence ceases to flourish and is crushed
The weak are raised and multiply as the strong wither and fail under the growing pressure of ignorance
Nothing of value is achieved without excellence
Progress is replaced with stagnation and eventually decay
Society stumbles and civilization falls back into the chaotic abyss
It was once lifted from.
Written Apr 8, 2016
Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.
Through mist and morbid mire I went
To revel where gargoyles dwell,
A guest whose soul was spent,
To meet the host - the King of Hell!
Through caverns dark I made my way,
The squelch of shoe, the crack of bone,
Chittering squeaks from shadowy grays,
Would never leave me alone.
At last I reached the caverned maw,
Ceiling glint with stalactites,
And of course its bretheren I saw,
The saber-toothed stalagmites.
And on the high-domed hellish lair
Hung a grinning crystal skull,
It threw a ghoulish, greening glare
Which made my senses dull.
All around there was a damp,
A noxious putrid smell,
And slightly a-centre on a ramp,
Stood grinning the Lord of Hell.
His feet were hooved, his head was horned,
He flashed his fang-like teeth.
His eyes were huge and darkly burned;
Heart stopped, I could hardly breathe!
"Welcome", boomed my infernal host,
And flashed a rotting smile,
"A welcome drink, a one-time toast,
Before you join my rank and file!"
Something clammy seized my mind,
My clothes turned very wet,
I screamed and woke myself to find
I wasn't dead as yet.
But close to it I surely was,
My narco-ed mind amid I had lain,
At hell's door without a fuss,
When with maddened mind I'd cut my vein!
Personal Pukey Politics
By Franklin Price
11/10/2018
Personal pukey politics
Which I have seen today
Is detrimental to the ones
Who don't care what they say
Risking years of friendship
To defend the party line
Makes me sick to think of it
Whether the party's yours or mine
The dirty nasty comments
From both sides of the aisle
When transferred to the populous
Corrupt the rank and file
No contact is required
To play these silly stupid games
Over idiotic politics
We call each other nasty names
Mass media makes it possible
To stir the chamber pot
And spread the stink to everyone
Whether we are friends or not
Rise above this spreading stink
Climb the hill to reach fresh air
Stop this stupid bickering
Value friendship if you care
We the People
By Franklin Price
10/15/2016
We the people very tired
Of incumbent Washington
Seems they run time after time
For profit and for fun
Should have learned our lesson
We vote them in again, again
To represent us, not forget us
The way they act is just a sin
The days they meet to make the laws
Are fewer year to year
Yet not afraid to raise their pay
For doing nothing that is clear
Their raises borrowed money
The country's deep in debt
Trillions not just billions
When we vote do not forget
They cannot pass a budget
Often shut the country down
Are not a part of royalty
Though they think they wear the crown
Their Party most important
Cannot reach across the aisle
To pass laws for the people
The common rank and file
Always blame another
Accept no blame for themselves
They act like spoiled children
Let's make them part time Christmas elves
This year is a big one
We should use our votes to shout
Washington not meant for life
So your ass is voted out