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The modern world has practically eliminated chickenpox
But now has an epidemic of the chicken sh*t.
From top to bottom we see it infecting society.
If you’re in a position of authority, and
Use that position to target and oppress others
And undermine the Rule of Law through lawfare,
You are chicken sh*t.
If you are in a position of power, and
Use that position to enable other’s corruption
You are chicken sh*t.
From parents, to school boards, DAs, and the FBI
Corruption is now tolerated and pursued,
In the name of some vague social justice,
But really only because those doing it are chicken sh*t.
Have you ever actually seen chicken sh*t?
It is repulsive, slimy, wet and foul,
But it is good for one thing
Fertilizing your garden.
(9/21/25)
So many fill the world today it’s hard to know where to start
Assisting so many in losing their way by slowly infecting their heart
Day in and day out bombarded from every side
But with me they carry no clout for it is in the Lord that I abide
They woo you softly then suddenly pull you in
They say “you are free and it’s not really a sin”
Oh and the hospitality they find as you ingratiate their stay
But try to keep this in mind that there is only one Way
And as the illusions begin to bicker as to who really took your soul
That light in you begins to flicker as you pay the ultimate toll
No longer shall they exist, no longer will illusion be
Yet He who was right in your midst you will never get to see
Has illusion beaten you for you shall be held liable
Seek what is true written right there in the Bible
As illusion shuts the door in my face so quickly as to keep you at bay
I pray only that the Lord’s Grace will come upon you and your way
6/3/20
"Ashamed"
Whether or not there really was a 'Big Bang'
Across a wide spectrum and range
If there is other lifeforms, it's been difficult to ascertain
To put it plain
Dang
I'm ashamed
Money going down the drain
By products involved with butane
Or cellophane
I was able to display some restrain
And maintain
Then I partook in from what I was trying to stray
Thought I didn't, but once again lost my way
Just was not my day
What was financial gains
Quickly had little to show or say
Started feeling like, I was going insane
Because of partaking in the same
Cycle and chain
Was being weak and not really using my brain
To be honest, it is lame
Not a game
Struggles I thought I overcame
Followed by torment and strain
Only myself to blame
Not really taking full control of the reigns
In a beautiful world, where people can be strange
Showing hatred and rage
Involved in twisted games
Across many different terrains
Amid sunshine, snow, rain
And the shade
I was far too vain
I know I've changed
Near and far from ocean waves
And caves
with or without stones like jade
Beginning to age
Whether you're in or out of a cage
As well as the picture frame
Pitiful that people continue to aim
To claim
Lives for their god or in their own name
I refuse to complain
Despite all the heartache and pain
I am humane
I'm not afraid
Just out to stake my claim
Until the grave
Everything experiences wear and tear
Beginning to age
During any phase or stage
Towards you, my feelings remain
It's all good, if you don't feel the same
Still looking for my main
Dang
I'm ashamed
Stopped for a rest on my drive back home
Got out to stretch my legs
When I got back in I noticed a change
It surprised this hard boiled egg
The gas pedal was closer than it was before
A fact it made me holler
“What's going on? I'm really quite spooked!”
“I must be one foot taller!”
Now I know it's just an old expression
You don't literally stretch your legs
But for someone learning the english language
These nuances are hard to peg
“Cause if the stretching were really true
I'd soon be over eight feet tall
I'd have to build a room with extra high ceilings
So I don't bump my head and fall!
© Jack Ellison 2015
1980 ONE OF MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ADULTERY AFFAIRS HE SHARED WITH GARGANO AND CORRUPT OFFICER EXCESSIVE FORCE MEXICAN DRUG CARTEL MANUFACTURING HARD DRUGS FOUR YEARS FIR STABBING FIVE PERSONS NEVER WILL I FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS CORRUPTION OR ORGANIZED CRIME MATTER IT SADDENS ME TO REALLY REALLY SEE THE CALIBER OF CRUELTY I'M BLESSED EVEN THOUGH DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME TO MURDER MY DREAMS OF POETRY LEAVING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ALL OF HIS ADULTERY AFFAIRS RATHER MEXICAN JAMAICAN IT'S ALL THE SAME SEVERE HOME INVASIONS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME LIBERATING ITALY PROTECTING ST JOHN XXlll RATZINGER AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE DURING WW11 THE DEEP SADNESS DISRESPECT FOR HIS HONOR IN ROME TO BE MANIPULATED BY IDENTY THIEVES GANG LEADERS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HIRED TO SEND ME THREATS SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO MURDERED 9 PETSONS CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 EIGHT PERSONS PERISHED FINALLY 1998 VICTIM NINE THE BLESSINGS WAS THE FBI HIRED ME TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT TO GET GARGANO PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF TO SAVE MY KIDS LIFE HE AND MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SHARED THE SAME WOMEN MEXICO JAMAICAN FINALLY BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB I AM BLESSED MY HERITAGE THE BLOOD OF A SAINT THE BLOOD OF JESUS RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN IT DOES SADDENS ME TO SEE GARGANO CONTROLLING ORGANIZED CRIME TO SEND ME THREATS TO BULLY I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT BE BROWN BUT I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT HAVE WORN WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI BUT I AM SOMEBODY I AM SOMEBODY NO FEAR OF MEXICAN GANG LEADERS FROM CHICHIHAU DELICIA VENEZUELA GO STAB FIVE MORE PEOPLE I AM SOMEBODY ROME 1942 TO 1946 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH FAMILY ROME
I'm just a regular guy with a regular job,
Just your average, run of the mill suburbanite slob.
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
while motorists behind me are going insane.
I use public toilets and I urinate on the seat
and if by chance in the restroom we do meet,
I'll shake your hand before washing mine guaranteed.
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
while handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm obnoxious, stupid, inconsiderate and bold.
I'm an idiot, I'm a moron, I'm an A HOLE!!!
*
All People Have One.
Some People Are One.
*
Dedicated To All Of The A Holes Out There.
Aside from the glorious colours of autumn
It is my least favourite season of all four
It foretells of another Canadian winter just around the corner
I have seen 79 of them
That's 79 too many!
All my life, I've longed to live where
A sweater was the most I ever needed to wear to feel comfortable
Instead of fur lined jockey shorts and mukluks
Fashioned from seal skin
My life long dream has not materialized yet
Still have 20 or more years to go
What do you think my chances are
To live in a warm climate before I reach the magic number 100?
On a scale of “slim” to “a sure bet”
Would you figure it would be somewhere in between
Or as I predict... “a sure bet”
Now that's what most would call extreme optimism
Really, it's only 21 years from now
I call it a done deal!
© Jack Ellison 2014
DEPRESSION
Depression is like a hole in the ground
that sucks you in a different ground,
where it's dark, no matter what time of day
and you're alone, night and day, to stay.
It invades and ravages your mind.
It distorts your thoughts
and disrupts your way of thinking.
It numbs your senses and feelings.
You have no idea how depression
steals your joy, your control, your soul
and how it robs your well-being,
for you become empty, helpless
and start questioning your being.
You are there physically;
however, you are not really there totally.
You look at the well-meaning people around you;
but you feel they are not really there for you,
for they have no idea, no clue
of what you are going through.
For some, they are able to get better overtime,
as time heals, and are able to cope again.
For some, depression turns into addiction,
as they get addicted to the medication.
For some, they choose the path that is deadly,
as for them, there is no love, no emotional support, no money,
no pills or medication, no rehab or therapy
would cure the overwhelming melancholy.
Nothing will make it wholesome again,
nothing will let them see the light again
for all they feel is the sadness and all they see is the darkness
and they are stripped of hope and take their own lives.
Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel ,
another scurries closer and strums it with its heel .
wide eyed and terror struck i remembered going to bed ,
then the clever thought occurs to me
‘just test it and bang your head .
Nope I’m none the wiser ‘now definitely wide awake the mechanical spiders play too me as none of this is fake .
Dozens of them are present now ‘all shine with a metallic grace
‘ but why my room I ask myself
‘why now and why in this place ?
Segmented shining carapace’s ‘move slowly in the gloom ‘
their steel strung out of different lengths
‘lends melodics to the tune .
Tiny keys are turning that adds motion to their gears
‘the thought of what the hell’s going on ‘l
‘nearly bringing me too tears .
Should I Trust theses clockwork spiders ‘
when will their playing End ?
‘who sent them too late night serenade me
‘was it enemy or a trusted friend?
This picking arachnid blue grass
‘ was really something to see
‘terror was starting to subside ,
I was tapping gleefully.
Please don’t climb down from the wall’s
‘keep playing this wicked tune
‘if could just reach my trusted harmonica
‘I’ll join you really soon.
So there I was sat up in bed
‘the spiders kept their beat ‘
it was now time for my solo ‘ I’d better make this sweet.
scratching approval from these arachnid bots
‘was what my piece had gained
’this was becoming awesome ,this could lead to fame.
Then one by one they began to fall,
‘softly on on my bed
‘ the lack inertia for their key winding
’had ended the music dead .
No ‘I called out in grief there’s a lot more we can play ,
‘please reinstate your innerspring’s and carry on that old country way .
But the lifeless eight legged metals ‘lay still and didn’t move ‘
the time had come ‘we’d had our fun ‘
that was the conclusion of our groove .
Where had these spiders come from and how did they know too play
‘I’ll never forget their music ‘
I’ll never forget this day .
I’m a Master of the universe
I fly from star to star
If you catch a glimpse of me
You might think I’m bizarre
I fly around in my cape
Hoping that you’ll see
Could it be!
I’m superman or even Hercules?
I put things right, when they're wrong
So girls you mustn’t stare
Even when my flights are long
I still have time to share
I saw a cat stuck up a tree
So I came to its rescue
Now I’ve torn my leotard
And you can see right through
I’m the one who fights for justice
Loyal, great and true
If you call my name aloud
Then, I’ll fly straight to you
One day whilst I was flying
I saw my bride to be
As I turned to shout hello
I flew into a tree
My boots are really shinny
And my thinking super sharp
I move so quick, I’m rather slick
And boy, I look the part
The trouble is I fell in love
And put away my cape
Now I find, she’s not my kind
So, I need another date
I tried to get my power back
And began to flee
but as I jumped, from the cliff
My flying lacked you see!
I hit the ground with a mighty thud
And hurt my pride and joy
Now I've given up this caper
Because it won't deploy
© Copyright 18th August 2013
K.C.Leake
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