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Monstrous, talking, evil thing.
Spouting out lies, verily, daily!
And we?
Whatever news it spouts?
Many drool over every word
as truth, like helpless louts.
It should have a truth-o-meter.
Instead it is a spreader of hate.
Not of good, heavens, never!
It's only aim to destroy good peoples'
characters forver!
There is a price to pay for this.
Discord, disharmony is the price.
We suffer when hatred is our
daily fare.
And muck about the earth,
Demanding life must be fair!
And when was that, pray tell?
What century never had some
taste of hell?
We cannot fix things, lest we
stop fighting.
Standing for eternal truths,
Not today's man-created morality
and writhings!
Which never harbor good will
at all...but..demand immediate
and false tithings.
We disrespect our current world
leaders and a horrendous
Unending attacks on police?
All must be stopped!
Angry, sarcastic violence,
Turns us into nothing more than
mean, loudmouth, self-righteus fops.
Demanding immediate recompense,
for things once settled long ago?
Hence, we fall ignorantly under
the Tele's specious and most
feckless glow!
While evil keeps our souls and
brains so precariously, in tow.
July 31, 2019
2pm PST
As a slip of tongue whip-lashed a pun,
The hurt begun, could not be undone.
The room hushed, smiles withdrew,
As sarcastic pathos turned its screw.
A simple phrase — at first glace plain,
Was en-wrapped in a double-meaning chain,
It landed soft, then bit deep to crush.
Its brush on cheeks, drew a crimson flush.
Though we laughed at the unintended.
The joke offended, the defiled lay un-mended.
With any apology and explanation upended,
By what was clearly needlessly intended.
Your smile and laughter were betrayed
By eyes that glanced away and strayed
To look down, downcast at the ground.
The joy, once flowing to astound, drowned.
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
Haters, Haters, Haters!…Just can’t be positive just waiting to see me fall.
When you need to mind your own life and getting that on the ball.
Your discontent for your own life is projected in the joy you get in being Sarcastic.
Hiding negativity you call constructive criticism, when the reality is…. You just like causing static!
Why do you drop your Lack of confidence in yourself, on others?
All the while acting like you care for them as a friend, or like a sister/brother.
Why does your LACK of SELF-ESTEEM and FAILURES seem to fully ignite,
Every time you just catch a glimpse of me your sight?
I feel sorry for people who like you, just love to Hate,
Always trying to put salt in your game, and piling bad vibes on your plate!
It’s sad you know, It must really SUCK being you!
Finding ways of compounding peoples pains thru and thru!
Heck, YOU must HATE being and feeling sooo distressed.
Having to lie to yourself that you are so much better than the rest!
Your just a malicious, bitter, weak minded, and sad individual,
But no worry, hearing your kind speak, Trust Me is not unusual.
So believe me, I know that when I am happy? I can see you coming a mile away.
Watching you as you get closer just pondering what mean things to say.
I have learned a lesson from you however, that has given me new insight.
And the lesson is...
If I see you coming I know I must be doing something right!
Honestly though?
I pray one day you clean your own house from obvious stress and strife.
Cause I NEVER allow you to take God’s Joy from me. So HATERS - Get a Life!
One knows by the blinking eyes
when someone lies to hide guilt...
even words sound fake on your waking up;
I'm tired of the promises coated with lies:
times and times again I've pleaded to quit,
but obeyed your command turning into a pup!
Be persuasive, speak of a strong commitment,
stick to true words: they're a golden treasure,
don't use me only for your intimate pleasure:
passion can last as long as there's a heartbeat!
Have you kissed another man's sensual lips?
Was he able to convince you he was better?
Damn fool, your folly existence stirs up anger:
deceive no hearts, don't make sarcastic remarks!!
Be persuasive, speak of a strong commitment
to build a tomorrow stronger than a fortress;
don't ask more than I am able to give when in total doubt:
I foresee days of endless joy, but also days of deep sadness!
One tastes much bitterness when sweetness is missing
from the eager mouth that wanted to delight in every truth;
it shows in the eyes, even in the emotions that are fading:
remain faithful to me, look no further, and find some worth!
(Response to Toby Keith’s ‘How Do You Like Me Now?’)
You were quite crazy.
Why did you break in?
Writing my number was a mistake.
I was better off than most of my friends.
I had honors.
I was embarrassed when people called me for “a good time.”
You sure as hell caught my attention.
I overlooked you because you were not my type.
I had too many calling me for a “good time.”
You did play too loud.
I am angered by your success.
I should have told my friends to go to hell.
I could have been next to you.
The only crazy one is me.
Sitting here today.
I didn’t want to love you.
Now you are the nightmare in my radio.
You make me angry.
I laughed because you were going out there to fail.
Of course I made fun of you because I never believed in you.
I thought you and your music was worthless.
Of course I wanted money what else is there in life.
Ha! (sarcastic)
I became his slave and that is my business not yours!
He is always working late with his secretary (sarcasm & eye roll).
Of course he found someone younger
They hear me crying because I have no one there for me.
Where is the snooze when you need it?
I know that voice.
Oh crap it is your voice.
I was angered by your success.
I should have told my friends to go to hell.
I could have been next to you.
The only crazy one is me.
Sitting here today.
I didn’t want to love you.
Now you are the nightmare in my radio.
I regret telling you no.
I’m sorry, please stop.
I will live with my regret
From my balcony, I watch children play:
their color blindness encourages me.
They do not let skin shades stand in their way;
playing games together, for all to see.
I hear laughter, with no sarcastic sting:
there are no racial slurs slung to degrade.
As I observe these fledgling birds take wing:
my worries for our future slowly fade.
A culturally closed society
is like a wound, in need of a suture.
It bleeds out, pressured by anxiety,
and yet, these children can change their future.
Watching these kids play, I don't feel sorrow;
I feel hope for a better tomorrow.
An applaud in negative
In writing or voluble,
Appreciate one must
To further spring up,
A poetic grand slam !
Sarcastic comments
Take digs at you,
Aggressive remarks
The missiles,
To drop you dead !
Throwing a frisbee
Beyond reproach,
Reprimand,
Rebellion,
Give or do battle !
A censure,
Although Depreciates ,
Distresses and Disheartens,
Repel depression,
Essentiates introspection !
Be factualistic,
Don't divagate,
Be dianoetic,
Argue and analyse,
Put on a thinking cap !
Written on 5/5/14
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Always be sarcastic, but not so much that it's rude.
Be very careful to pretend not to notice what others think.
Clothes don't matter, but they do. They really do.
Don't be annoying, just be yourself. But better.
Every teacher has feelings, so don't hurt them (intentionally).
Funny is funny until it's not.
Girls must focus on their appearance, but act like they don't.
Hello isn't something you say. Hey. Hi! How ya doin'?
Inside of the building, you usually have to wear a sweater.
Just remember, it doesn't last forever, only three years.
Knowing everything is good, but don't be a know-it-all.
Long hair isn't always better than short hair.
Mondays are just a day. Always remember that.
No one should have to eat by themselves. Invite them over? Maybe?
Only popular kids are popular. They just are.
Parents are NOT cool. At all. But they are useful with math homework.
Quit drugs before you start. Everyone should do well to remember that.
Recess is for little kids. Lunch (recess with food) is for everyone.
Struggling is normal, but don't admit you struggle.
Take the good electives. Only the good ones.
Unless your friends agree to it, don't add someone to your lunch group.
Very annoying people will forever be labeled as such.
Wednesday is hump day. Get through that, and you're golden.
Xmas is a time for giving. That's what the adults want you to say.
You can always find a loophole in homework. You just have to look for one.
Zero friends is what you'll have if you don't follow every rule.
Shaped in five-pointed star polygon
I moved in patriotic moron
Decorated both my daughter and son
Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon
Handsome looked like Triggered weapon
Equipped many sarcastic drones
Peace and dice belonging to the boss
Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss
Five elements resist and chaos
Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost
But Pentagon still emerged toss
Associated with mystery and hierarchy boast
Human rigid or human right?
Regardless of race, lies, ties and bright
Motherland addressed reason for fight
Nationality comes to grief of torch light
Haunted by the past of night
Country and shield governed tight
promoted fast hell flight
Auld Lang Syne means old long since
Pentagram said goodbye and flapped fins
Pentagon said: It is your sins!
Young bullets built from tax PIN
Penetrated the bodies upside down triple nine
Triple six went to ruins
They served corpse cuisine
Prelude to a poem:
Yes
Not the other way
You see,
What began as a game
To hide behind eyes
Paranoid,
Is now, what all the
Millennials call
"A Thing."
So frightened of
Fathers adopted
And all their drunken noise,
I hid in the living room corner
Behind the easy chair,
And made up people.
People to tell me
To not be afraid,
And people to tell me
It was ok.
And then there was that Halloween,
At age 11, when I drank a pint of
Blackberry brandy,
Cuz that's what the men do.
And then there was the three day coma
From, surprise, booze.
Then there was and was
And was again and again
And again.
But now
My back and brain hurt.
My eyes shift as fast as my 40
Personalities to be the funny one
Or the fat one or the drunk one
Or sarcastic one,(love him)
Or the sardonic one or the
Voice of reason or of Faith
Or Hope
Or Charity, Love.
Poem:
Never sitting
Peaceful or light
Just struggling
Nay, strangling
The ones that ain't right.
I am a genius
And fool,
I rhyme and
I drool.
I piss time
Away, worn
Out by this storm,
Never hurricane strength,
But forever in length,
Voices and voices
And voices per tick,
Of the clock I can't wind,
Of the drugs I can't kick.
A minute in church
I'll pray that I tried.
A lifetime on earth,
Per diem I died.