Long Swamp Poems
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Tried to write something philosophical
But the strain on my brain was immense
Heard something whir then POP
Thought to myself, “that can't be good”
Felt fine otherwise
But suddenly was able to complete
Complex mathematical equations with ease
Never ever been accused of being a genius before
But all of a sudden I was able to figure out
The meaning of life among other amazing feats
Then a vision of my Mummy dear
Who passed away in nineteen-seventy
Reached out and patted me on the head
And said, “I'm so proud of you, my son”
“Was just talking to Albert Einstein yesterday
And he told me they were preparing
A special place of honour for you up here”
Belted myself on the side of the head
To make sure I wasn't dreaming
I wasn't dreaming!!!
Nearly swallowed my dentures
Started coughing and sputtering and reciting
“To be or not to be, that is the question”
Now I know I've heard that somewhere before
“Whether it is nobler...” Shakespeare perhaps
Well to make a long story short
When I return to the site
Be prepared to greet a whole different Jack
A much more sophisticated Jack
One that will absolutely blow you away
With his new found smarts
One that you'll feel honoured to call a friend
And if you believe all of this
I have some valuable swamp land in Florida
To offer you at a very good price!
Tried to write something philosophical
But the strain on my brain was immense
Heard something whir then POP
Thought to myself, “that can't be good”
Felt fine otherwise
But suddenly was able to complete
Complex mathematical equations with ease
Never ever been accused of being a genius before
But all of a sudden I was able to figure out
The meaning of life among other amazing feats
Then a vision of my Mummy dear
Who passed away in nineteen-seventy
Reached out and patted me on the head
And said, “I'm so proud of you, my son”
“Was just talking to Albert Einstein yesterday
And he told me they were preparing
A special place of honour for you up here”
Belted myself on the side of the head
To make sure I wasn't dreaming
I wasn't dreaming!!!
Nearly swallowed my dentures
Started coughing and sputtering and reciting
“To be or not to be, that is the question”
Now I know I've heard that somewhere before
“Whether it is nobler...” Shakespeare perhaps
Well to make a long story short
When I return to the site
Be prepared to greet a whole different Jack
A much more sophisticated Jack
One that will absolutely blow you away
With his new found smarts
One that you'll feel honoured to call a friend
And if you believe all of this
I have some valuable swamp land in Florida
To offer you at a very good price!
The bars are all closed and I’ve got a full tank,
So we could idle all night.
I’ll buy us breakfast at the Swamp Pike Diner.
We’ll welcome dawn’s early light.
It’s been seven long years since the tire plant closed.
Right now the job I got sucks.
I only feel alive on Saturday night
When I can hustle some bucks.
My attitude’s the kind that suits
These tattooed arms and steel-toed boots.
Yeah, I grew deep blue-collar roots in Spring City.
I scored us some crank from a dude they call Slim.
He’s on probation; it’s cool.
He was a bouncer down at Banker’s Tavern;
Busted some guy with a stool.
It's a doggy-dog world and a b*tch of a life.
Nobody gives you a break.
So I don’t give a f*ck who likes me or not.
At work, I’m known as The Snake.
My dad’s a drunk; his wife’s a sl*t.
Did Satan curse this town, or what?
It’s hold yer breath and bust a nut in Spring City.
Check under the seat; I stashed two quarts of Bud,
A pint of Peppermint Schnapps.
We’ll do a line and then we’ll light up a blunt.
Just keep an eye out for cops.
Gotta numb down the pain ‘cause this town’s a disease,
Self-medication’s ok.
Don’t ask the doctor what you already know.
He won’t have nothin’ to say.
If drugs don’t get ya, gambling will.
There’s layoffs at the knitting mill.
Sometimes I think I’ve had my fill of Spring City.
My foe is back
Eight years later
Still tracking footprints
Still throwing shade
Chief hater
Slinging grenades in stacks
Click boom
Lurking like a swamp gator
Cold blooded
No tact
No soul
Just impact
Takeover in phases
Careers torched
Dreams scorched
You hateful witch
Buy
Destruct
Sell
Demonic greed
On a platinum shelf
You torch what you touch
Then grin to yourself
You will never understand
Here take this
It’s useless
Like rebellion in a Fortune 500
Fruitless
Like screaming in a soundproof room
Mute this
But I can't
I won’t
So I do this
Sick with the heat of it
Haunted by the truth of it
Dragging myself
Down this road
Again
No map
No justice
No righteousness
Superman walks round my neighborhood
Dirty cape, crooked cane, ain't too looking good
Hit by a Mac truck, Highway 43
He's on a medical marijuana disability
Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse
Batman's broke, lost everything he owns
Had to sell the batcave, had to hock the batphone
Batmobile's tied up in a title loan
Batgirl's on the corner, Robin's on the methadone
Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse
Donald Trump, now he's the President
Gonna make America great again
Gonna drain that swamp gonna build that wall
Haters gonna hate, you can't please them all
Everyday's the same old struggle and strife
Happiness, is just a state of mind, mine's a beach
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
Where the starfish chime
Where the starfish chime, in the sun
It's not the end of the world, things could be worse
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There was a time when my dear aunt,feeling all alone,
Turned to the mail to fine a friend and so the seeds were sown,
Which brought about occurrences which shocked us and surprised;
For who'd a-thought he'd come to stay or that he had devised,
A way to become one of us,part of our family clan;
He thought we would support him if he took Auntie's hand.
He was a drunkard to be sure,a ne'r do well for certain.
Unwashed, unshaved and smellin' bad he came a-courtin', flirtin'.
She rebuffed him straight away told him, "I ain't your gal."
"All I wanted was a friend, you were just a pen pal."
So he began a small campaign to lobby for affection,
From any female in our clan, much to our objection.
My uncles came into the fray, told him that he must leave.
That they would help him pack his bag and took him by the sleeve.
They drove him to the bus depot and even bought his ticket;
But he returned next morning, he'd cashed it in at wicket.
My uncles swore their swift revenge, for him they'd find a cure.
"If you won't leave our girls alone we'll kill you for sure."
My auntie called the State Police and told them the whole story.
They came straight way and picked him up and told her not to worry.
They put him on the next bus out and said, "Do not come back,
For if you do next time we come you'll leave here in a sack."
Those boys don't care a lot for you so heed this warning well.
The swamp lands are no place for you,get out of town, pell mell."
We never heard from him again and Auntie learned her lesson.
She only wrote to those she knew,her pen pal was no blessin'.
Froge lives in swamp
In pond
In forest
He might be poisonous as well
Froge rhymes with Hodge
And that’s our point
Froge likes the insect
That's his dinner
Froge our friend
We main’t interfere here
Fromage does age
As ages soul comprehending
Enertal values
That we yet to figure
Differenciating
That wear is the term
That differs us from this
While sense and point ages
While remaining young
However and mature cheese and wine
Become with time
While life experiences teach us
Respect and trust we learn
The way that isn’t simple
But the complexity its Judgement
Not so hard
And Physical characteristics
Differ either
And where pertinent
There solutions do emerge
In way that is harmonic
In a sense
This term conveys
The real meaning
You lost this inning
When at last I shall sail
Away from this turbulent sea
I shall leave the crumbling tent by the shore
When my toil now is done
And forever I rest
When the storm is over
I shall forever sing melodies
We sail against the wind
The wavy tide of roaring sea
Tossing us up and down, defying our faith
Jointly our foes gather
Like the swamp of the locust pests
But our God, mighty in battle – our help!
Onward! We shall not faint
Ahead of us, victory is sure
Christ’s for us! Nothing against us can stand
With delight shall we sing
Farewell, world of pains and peril
In the glorious morning that we shall meet.
We have got him now
All the Politicians of the republican persuasion
who defended Trump by being silent?
And they waited to the last moment just in case he was able
to overturn the election.
When all was lost, and Trump was finished
washed up and had his innards removed, did they turn and said he was a crook.
These cowardly enablers.
We cannot give them a free pass, and they are as guilty as Trump
by holding on to power as long as they could.
And the businessmen/women he had made rich, what will they say
they were in it for the money.
They will say they feared him; they did not, they took him for an idiot
who had gone bankrupt many times?
If we want to get rid of the swamp, we can start with the corrupt people
Who would (had Trump won) continued defending his actions?
Did ole boris? gisell'a; and eppy too, go full
Bore' at a menager'i au troix.? Are there
videos to view? Right now we are seeing much bally-who? Its a sleazy scene that invades
My mind.' I'm sure a tellin you
( its quite un-kind ') we hear of
ministrial errors.' We face lies, rumour;
and terrors; yet more..Reality is coming
out, the swamp now has bled, we see
trial and error; with great trails of dead' as survivours always the same have said. It seems the pitfalls are many, and the informaition
Comes in shreds, sickening visceral acts
Are relayed, there are claims and counter
Even legal process has been halted;
delayed and Re-started; relied upon, and yet seems distorted? A sad tale of those who our betters would be' ending up as also rans
In as far as good posterity, those who once
Assembled together, now scramble to hide
As we learn, at least six million pieces of our puzzle reside, in a justice system? plus only God knows what else besides.? The doings of darkness; by princes and popes.'
kings maybe cavorting..there is salasciousness by tropes, there is torture and gore; and painfull gripes, the drinking of blood this is evil rife.' Are there lucifarian
Interests? Illuminate these claims' good
Lord reveal all those, of in-fame..From gutter creepers, to filthy tunnel keeoers, let the evil fables be made open' even fabian troves, let us smash the bloodied altars
And up-root the darkling groves.'