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(This is a fictional poem)
I had dinner at one of the best restaurants in Hollywood.
The prices were high but the food was good.
Sylvester Stallone came in the restaurant with Lindsay Lohan.
This was something I didn't understand.
Why was she dating him? He's old enough to be her granddad.
I overheard what he said to her and it made me mad.
He said that because he was paying for her dinner, he was entitled to take her to
bed.
I got up and hit him in the head.
I invited him outside to have a fight.
I thought I'd win because he was doing wrong and I was doing right.
But he beat the hell out of me.
As I laid on the ground bleeding, here came Mister T.
Mister T told Stallone to leave me alone
and if he didn't, he'd break his bones.
Stallone said "I whooped you in Rocky III and I can do it again."
They got in a fight but Stallone didn't win.
After Mister T beat him to a bloody pulp, he said "I pity the fool."
Usually I'm against violence but this time it was pretty cool.
Mister T helped me get up and he dusted me off.
Stallone broke my ribs and it hurts like hell when I cough.
I don't regret fighting Stallone even though I didn't win.
I was thrilled to hear that Lindsay Lohan would never date him again.
Form:
Dedicated to Donald Duck
You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables
Kellyanne Conway
She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark Burns the fraud and con artist
Ben Carson, the brain surgeon who lost his own brain
Now that’s totally insane
Bechir Assad
Kim Jong-un
Dennis Rodmam, Kim Dongs boyfriend
Gene Simmons, Kiss my ass
Zoltan Bathory, stop the drugs man
Loretta Lynn a hick with redneck whims
Bruce Willis is an actor and a racist with no car(e)
Jessica Simpson is blonde and maybe Trump hasnt grabbed her kitten
Sylvester Stallone will soon be all alone
Unless Donald is gay then a bromance is etched in stone
Illusions of self grandeur
Fantasies of men born to slander
Trump is a sleaze and con and a fraud
If you buy in, you’re a chump and a sod
Stop and think, stop the drink
You have choices and diverse options
Build bridges not walls
In the end, together we shall all stand tall
Maybe not, then too late, we shall atomically fall
A narcissist and psycho of that it’s for sure
He takes charitable deductions claiming he is pure
As he evicts the poor and mentally challenged
Who voted for him while being tossed out the door
Notes: With rights come responsibilities, although this is always a balance it seems we as a society are very concerned with out rights and much less with out responsibilities. I encourage anyone who truly cares to go and find a book called “Berlin Diary 1934-1941” and read it. First it’s a personal account of the times, and any book that covers humanity and day to day life for me carries a more humanistic weight to the story, however the main point is this. Hitler said and acted very much in the same way Donald Trump does today. That educated men stand behind Trump as well as many uneducated ones, is sad, they are more concerned with their own careers than doing the right thing. Of note, The Bushes seem to have long before it was popular, distance themselves from Trump.
The key, for me, must be those onion domes.
Concentric skins, like Russian dolls, contain:
they don’t obtrude. Defensive rings explain
the posture. Let’s not bother Sherlock Holmes
with this one. Save Bill Bailey’s fine-tooth combs.
They feared for Minsk, like others fear for Maine.
The Wall was there, so brains would cease to drain
towards those tail-fins, all decked out in chrome.
They tried to build a comely comfort-zone,
a space to place a hundred home-grown flowers.
We couldn’t wait to see it overthrown
(Archangel, Wayne, Polaris, Gary Powers,
Capone, Stallone, Cohns, drones and Sharon Stone).
They wanted only to be left alone.
Gen X or the
MTV generation.
See a big growth in the
Dept. of education.
A generation of latchkey
Kids home alone.
Rocky hits the box office,
With Sylvester Stallone.
New music with attitude,
The intro to Punk Rock.
Women working,
punching a time clock.
They heard Heavy Metal
Being born.
They witnessed the troops
In Desert Storm.
The first generation to play
Video games.
They watched the Challenger
explode into flames.
Another great movie the
Breakfast Club.
They were the era for
The War on Drugs.
They saw the emergence of
The AIDS epidemic.
They remember terrorism
at the Munich Olympics.
No more Berlin Wall to separate
the east and west sides.
They remember Jim Jones,
And his mass suicide.
They can come off
As a little cynical.
On social issues they
Are more liberal.
The Exxon oil spill,
They tried to lie.
The divorce rate hits,
An all-time high.
They had cable TV to
keep them company.
They experienced a
Single-parent family.
Turbo1904 ?
The example says ya ta ta ya ta ta,
like Lady Gaga peels a Bananah,
A scene I see with no drama,
and you don't like it... "whateva".
I more than rattle with my atomic,
strap yourself in while I move a tectonic,
at radical speeds they call supersonic,
I'm without a subject or a path of logic.
I'll just ramble in search of an angle,
creating suspense and letting it dangle.
I could mock Remain who still complain,
or add to the stack of Trump poems that rain.
I would rather write a bit of laughter,
in truth I'd rather lather up your daughter.
But I go to far when I write naughty,
I'm over the top just like Basil Fawlty.
I'm yet too find the impact, call me David Miliband,
it's like when Stallone talks, no one can understand.
I can ya and I can ta but you hear blah,
I'm thumbling like a man trying to undo a bra.
My poems are good when I write from the heart,
but here is an example of me writing a fart.
I don't know why I take part because this won't win,
so just go ahead and throw my art in the bin.
ta ta ta ta,
a sheep goes bah bah bah bah,
radio ga gah, radio goo goo,
I'm sat, I'm fat I've gone cuckoo,
that ya ta ta ya example from you
sent my brain to Timbuktu,
the circuit blew and to there it flew,
I broke the stanzas and made a mess,
compared to this they all rattle less.
It's not a winner but an honourable mention,
and I'll rattle Nina with some penetration,
I told you I go to far and I haven't been drinking in the bar,
when it comes to random rubbish I'm a twinking star.
A Rattling Rhyme Poetry Contest: Nina Parmenter,
I lay rhymes that fit tight like a carpenter.