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6/17/16
Typically either just
Or corrupt
The world in a state of flux
Don't be a punk
Or schmuck
Shouldn't strut
Like you are greater than King Tut
End the funk
Jump
Up
And out the rut
Until there is no slump
Must
Trust
My gut
Many a times had to put down the cup
Because i was really drunk
Had to watch my back always, and push my luck
Because you can never really stack enough
Took some puffs
Of potent stuff
And got a rush
When it was tough
Never stayed stuck
Or was one to bluff and front
The result wasn't always just
Causing a fuss
And others to feel disgust
From dawn to dusk
I remained in the cut
Very much
Out in the dust and brush
Was broke running amok
Couldn't even afford pizza hut
Nothing in the pockets but lint and fluff
Then made some bucks
And started saving for a truck
Close to the cusp
No thanks to the stunts
I kept pulling every month
Deposits of rust
Formed a layer like a crust
Mass amounts of junk
Piled up at the dump
Some foods growing with a husk
Certain animals with trunks
And tusks
Girl you plus
Me equals us
By: Dalton Ogletree
The American people have
Lost their minds.
Electing the SCHMUCK,
One more time.
MR. Trump, a dangerous
Man-child.
A convicted FELON,
Running wild.
No consequences to
His actions.
A traveling Circus,
THE MAIN ATTRACTION.
He is a FASCIST, RACIST, SEXIST,
Preaching his Campaign.
He BABBLES on and on and on,
The man is INSANE.
A MORON in charge of the
Greatest place on EARTH.
Where we force our Women,
To give BIRTH.
The white men will be
The least affected.
Anything else will
Be REJECTED.
WOMEN, NON-WHITE and
THE LGBTQ.
Pay attention they are
Coming for you.
OUR BODIES,
THEIR CHOICE.
We no longer have
A VOICE.
No more BLUE skies,
cold dark RAIN.
We will live and die,
IN THE HOUSE OF PAIN.
Turbo1904 ?
8/1/17
For such selfish gains
You may eternally burn in flames
Every single day, experiencing torment and pain
Bound with chains
And tattered clothing covered in bloodstains
Or you could freeze
Due to being unprepared and the temperature getting extreme
Followed by an arctic breeze
Across the land or seas
Above below and through the trees
Despite what you believe
I wouldn't be so naive
And always put your heart on your sleeve
Yup I'll tell you exactly what is up
From dawn to dusk
Go ahead and push your luck
But if you want to be a schmuck
Then you just may get struck
By lightning more than once
Until you're permanently stuck
And turned into dust
Above the earth's crust
Always out to take advantage of others and what they have to offer
Putting your family at risk, including your own daughter
Involved in innocent lives being slaughtered
In this life, you do not have much longer
Going to get taken out by something unforeseen and stronger
Left out in animal ridden waters
“If someone tells you, you can’t do something.
You say: yes I can, I’m doing it right now.”
---- Dinner For Schmucks.
This is it;
the one secret that is right out in the open:-
You are perfectly in-tune;
you are playing your own life-music,
you’re both the instrument and all the notes,
but you have to accept this.
This acceptance will cure your craziness.
It stops dead all expectations
because what you expect
is not what this happening of you is.
You are doing it already.
You are not just any schmuck,
you are the one and only schmuck.
Now your purpose; now your secret
is fully revealed to you – you cannot blow it
no matter how hard you try.
Go happen.
Gonifs and gossips revisited
since originally being crafted
approximately half dozen
dirty deeds done dirt cheap years ago...
Abound and lurk
within every nook and cranny
analogous to some annoying pest
harmless though one reside here,
when off his meds goes berserk
here at Highland Manor Apartments.
They snatch and snitch packages -
meant for other than themselves -
think Grinch who stole Christmas
plus snoop, i.e. eavesdrop
big Dumbo ears as listening devices
(batteries not required)
or serve as rumor mongers
to don self importance
and trumpet "FAKE NEWS."
We (yours truly and his misses)
dwelled at aforementioned residence
July first 2025 will be eight years,
and no sooner did both of us set foot
on premises than hearsay
immediately promulgated
(metaphorically swirled about our heads),
and passed like greased lightning
thru the robust grapevine
purportedly wife of mine
brought in live snakes.
Oddly and interestingly enough though,
I never actually never heard nor saw
a fellow resident
talk (or whisper in hushed tones)
about me outright.
Rather than badmouth other feisty folks,
which leaves unpleasant virtual
aftertaste described as phooey zook,
thus comeuppance to reprobate recipients
I activate viz cluck
king silly reasonable rhyme,
(so keeps head up
for urbane adverse city slicker
you better watch out
(...better not shout...) just duck
and run for cover cuz poet took
effluvia enroute spouted by word huck
stir, he avoids naming
(chatterboxes whose lives
so devoid of meaning,
they figuratively kickstart tittle-tattle),
who vocally ramp up
some juicy tidbit with any luck
taking page from former president playbook
letting their lips uncontrollably run a-muck
totally oblivious to credibility factor being a schmuck
buzzfeed initial kernel of truth and truck
outrageous zingers suitable for National Enquirer,
tragicomical, cuz mistruths
courtesy tenants exhibit chutzpah to pluck
farfetched outright lies and innuendos
rolling of tongues of then occupants such as:
"Bible Thumper/Holy Roller,"
"Bingo/ Phat Cathy,""Crooked Old Man,"
"Curvy Girl/Thunder Thighs," "Frumpty Dumpty
"Mush/Smash Mouth, "Snaggletooth,"
"The Bodyguard," "The Fossil," "The Schvartze,"
"Winkle," and last but not leased "Zha Zha”.
Give me fruit flies, mice
and/or roaches any day,
or give me death!
Some say zed and some say zee
Some say yes and some says oui
Some say moi and some say me
But the whole darned world says huh
Some say poo and some say poop
Some say broth and some say soup
Some say gravy some say jus
But the whole darned world says huh
Some say film and some say movie
Some say fab and some say groovy
Some say dance and some say boogie
But the whole darned world says huh
Some say dollar, some say buck
Some say lorry, some say truck
Some say loser, some say schmuck
But the whole darned world says huh
Some say cram and some say swat
Some say sexy, some say hot
Some say eh? and some say what?
But the whole darned world says huh
Too bad
So sad
Chick farm
Coon harm
Coon harm
Alarm
Piled thick
Plucked chick
Bat, Gat
Our cats
You know
Juno
Dog guard
In yard
All day
They stay
All night
Keep sight
Thief quick
Took chick
Come back
Attack
New plan
Big, grand
Plan smart
Buy parts
Sorghum
Stick some
From store
Got more
Take heart
Here’s parts
Neat trick
Build Chick
Tar Chick
Real sick!
Coon could
Stick good
Chick out
Coon shout
“Chick, dear
Come here!”
Coon shout,
“Talk ‘bout!”
Chick still,
Coon shrill
What’s up?
Stuck up!
Coon laugh
Coon gaff
Romance
Try dance
Grab, take
Jar break
Real schmuck
Hands stuck
Feet stuck
No luck
Ill sought
Got caught
Toe, head
‘Ghum spread
Coon glued
Coon screwed
Coon balk
No talk
Coon scared
Fear bared
They say
“Away!”
Coon know,
Off go
Brave lack,
Not back.
Dog friend
For win!
Bat, Gat
Hero cats!
Hooray!
Save day!
In heady elevated state
Breathing tempered heart rate and
blood pressure at an acceptable level
Smile broad upon my face
Dare I say even possibly momentary happy
Given this ?
What I do and cones next
Makes absolutely no sense at all
As I do the complete opposite
That what makes me unhappiest of all
So given this ?
Should I then be considered
Sane or in full control of my facilities at all
Or have a sadomasochistic destructive personality
Or am merely just plainly stupid and not
really worthy
Of have being being blessed with the gift
of a brain at all
Sadly probably the later
Because in reality I am a dumb schmuck
even at the best of times
And don't do myself any favors or
help myself at all
I sit here writing this message to you,
My dilemma is choosing that somebody who,
Will cause me to soar and fly ever higher,
But this selection process has caused me to mire,
I admit the candidates are of numerous sort,
And hard to decipher from the initial escort,
Some friends say I'm picky, some say too impatient,
Some say I'll never find that perfect creation,
But, since you are out there and obviously listening,
Let me inform you on what you are missing,
To begin, I'm not going to mention my looks,
Except to say I don't hide behind books,
I relate to those who find life very humorous,
And repel against those who embody the tumorous,
If you're searching for someone that can be predicted,
You will not find my image depicted,
Not that fickle or whimsical could be a feature,
I'm just a bonafide, certified interesting creature,
My view is that life has too much offer,
In addition to ways of filling my coffer,
It's like a candy store, with shelf after shelf,
And I'm the one in the corner stuffing himself,
But, wouldn't it be great if I could just find,
Someone to share with whom I wouldn't mind,
Now what should you be like, I've pondered this thought,
Over and over, I get so distraught,
Someone who's set and ready to go,
To do whatever it takes to reach that plateau,
But, if somehow we do not achieve as expected,
We'll work as a team to get it corrected,
Someone who relishes the quietest of times,
And smiles and applauds at my silliest rhymes,
Someone who climbs mountains and even climbs trees,
See, I told you that I'm not too hard to please,
To confront my claims with a subtle refute,
And to cause my big mouth to diminish and mute,
Someone who sees things different than I,
And is willing to say so without being gunshy,
As for children, I'm not looking for three more wise men,
But, it wouldn't hurt if one could win the Heisman,
Most of all, your love must run amuck,
Because there will be those times when I'm just a schmuck,
I know that you're out there, I'm just not sure where,
But, please turn and listen as I stand and declare,
I will search through the universe until the end of my life,
Until I find you, my lover, my partner,
My wife.
(1/11/93)
Lives a poet in the United States
Who's sick and tired of insolent ingrates
She went on a diet
And thinks you should try it
It doesn't involve the food on your plates
You're not allowed to talk of politics
Can't claim elections were stolen with tricks
Headlines are taboo
Evening news is, too
The country is a mess and needs a fix
Trump's big lie is never to be swallowed
In the mud he's slung, regret you've wallowed
The truth always comes out
Of that, she has no doubt
He's not a good leader to be followed
She will not boast of President Biden
His mental faculties may be slidin'
Age has taken a toll
On not reaching his goal
The road to Democracy must widen.
The diet will not drop pounds from your weight
But you'll be happier without debate
She's not being a schmuck
And is no longer stuck
In quagmires of governmental stalemate