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Headlines are all about the Sussexes and royal Palace news
I hurry past them because I don't care about their issues
Seems to be about betrayal, and which side will win out
Too much attention is paid to them, their money and clout
Everyone has an opinion, and if you differ that's alright,
There's so much more than we know about their plight.
I have no respect Camilla or Charles, adulterers, the pair
It's awful that Harry's long been referred to as the 'spare'
It'd probably be best for everyone if Harry would let it go
I understand, maybe not, the road the Sussexes had to tow
If I chose a side, it would be Megan and ginger-haired Harry
Maybe it's true the Royal family didn't want them to marry.
It could be that race played a role in many of their troubles
That's for them to work out while living in privileged bubbles.
It might be true, I don't know, what tabloids have written
but it seems the young prince and his bride are truly smitten.
It's big news on both sides of the pond now that they moved.
We have our own dissension now that McCarthy's approved.
It was a literal fight for him to become Speaker of the House
He sold his soul for the position, which makes him a louse.
Kissed the ring of Trump after calling him guilty of treason,
There lies the mark of a politician...selfish beyond reason.
I'm so sick of hearing about Donald running again in 2024
Vengeance he seeks against those who oppose his civil war.
I don't buy newspapers or read tabloid gossip magazines
Don't care about royal princes, or their kings and queens
but Americans need leaders who'll uphold our Democracy,
not ones whose bureaucratic words reek with hypocrisy.
The world revolves these days with strife:
War rears ugly as harsh threats shout;
Terror involves sad loss of lives;
What a pity the down and out.
Brisk tabloid sales paint grim and mad;
Here and somewhere, man devours man;
Killing makes pale reason turned bad;
Then here and there, murder attends.
Newspapers tell of tragedy;
So much to say on the dark side;
Coffers now dwell lest sanity
Choke greedy pay from common tides.
Like gossip we say that we hate;
But turn around and then pretend;
Yet we surely scan news debate;
Our moral ground like contraband.
Day by day we expect bad news;
And find support for curious eyes;
Just as clearly comes battling cues;
Our sad retort floods lies and cries.
Don't blame the press for they do best
Just what you want in hellish tones;
Learn to express scorn for such quests;
Let voice be one to crash such drones.
Leon Enriquez
28 June 2014
Singapore
Goodbye
Little white lie
Watching a person breakdown and cry
It starts off innocent enough
But in the end accusations could be rough
Some brag
While flipping through the tabloid mag
Is it a fantasy trip?
Wanting control planning life’s script
Throwing words around
Social leaders in the town
Spewing sensitive results
Bitterness showing up as insults
Ignoring injuries and who’s at fault
Sounding good neighbors’ impress
Gullible audience avoiding a mess
Is it all right blurring the truth?
Disregarding any credible proof
Or is it a comfort act
If handled properly with tact
Staging area a better place
To explain their case
There is a way
Fiction does pay
Write a book
Develop a plot, imagine a hook
Add character ingredients like a cook
Cast a line
Worth a dime
Reader will interpret the message in their own mind
Fish around and a scene will come
Antagonist lose, protagonist won
Sweet or stinks
Authored works will make one think
A paperback writer
Is a turn page fighter
Letting everyone know
Putting on a one on one show
Battling a foe?
Let it go
Pick up the pen
Unleash the internal creative gem
Address it to the publisher, attach and send
Waiting for the reviews hoping they defend
Earning a few bucks not caring when
A headline in the red tops,
Tabloid front pages as well,
A story the media vied
To be the first to tell.
A Revolution in medicine,
Really something very big,
The first time a human
Received the heart of a pig.
A little genetic engineering
Was all they would need
And so with care they bred
A pig of a suitable breed.
They took time and effort
So that they could prepare
For a successful procedure
And after surgery care.
He got a new life
His dreams came true
Once again he was able
To do things he used to do.
Only one slight problem,
In trees he would start to snuffle,
And, going down on all fours
He’d start to hunt for truffle.
Give up the thought
of impressing me
I losted interest in what you do
aint uncommon in relationships
let's be real and
keep this true
don't ssay I'm grandstanding
beleive me I aint
tryna one up you
Keep me should be your priorty
instead you got me
begging and chasing you
Doorbell ringing
who's at the door
I had to pickup your underwear
off the floor
aint done nothing but you sleep all day
and refuse to listen to what I say
Ole Gal coming to borrow
flour and tea
Mean Ole broad
snorls and grunts at me
All that yeah girl ya'll
gossiping
Tabloid Tooties knows
everything
We got a room
to stay after
the theather
tryna vacate some of this
grime away
I don't wanna be mean or bitter
after all you my
Lady
love you in everyway
but I be glad
when this faze of our
relalationship is over
People troubling us everyday
stresses of us together
can't let my ego get in the way
Said I love you
and I aint want nothing
Said I cared and and meant
every word
I enjoyed our time together
Loved what we saw
And I chersihed every word
There’s none more racist than your Working Man.
Conservative. “Let’s keep it as it is:
just give me Tic-Tac-Toe and Criss-Cross Quiz.”
No greater sexist since the world began –
that foxes have their prices, he’ll accept,
and swallows whole the tabloid rag he reads
(the breasts of teenage girls are all he heeds).
Compassion for his Comrades? Jesus wept!
He’s happy with his Fangios and Faldos,
admires Samantha Foxes, Katy Prices.
His only Cristianos are Ronaldos,
and God alone knows if he’s heard of Isis.
Keep feeding him his Oprahs and Geraldos,
but pray you don’t encounter him in crisis.
... dedicated to my devlish 10 year old grandson!
There's only one way to describe me
Can't wipe off this silly ole grin
A ravishing beauty I've turned out to be
With such gorgeous baby soft skin
With a face of unmatched perfection
Like Clooney and Pitt into one
Movie star stuff, there's really no doubt
Pure awesomeness second to none
It may seem a trifle bit pompous of me
But I'm such a ravishing hunk
Sorry but I can't even stand it myself
Pay no attention to the tabloid junk
I try to lead this exemplary life
In spite of this girlie adoration
A lesser person would certainly succumb
Causing a large brain inflation
Inside I'm really quite a nice young lad
You just need to delve a bit deeper
My surface beauty will surely distract you
But most say I'm a real keeper!
© Jack Ellison 2012
alternately titled: breast damned fallacy hi-jinxed!
In her “60 Minutes” interview aired
Sunday (March 26th, 2018),
the **** star known within red district
as Stormy Daniels bared
her "naked lady" version
swearing oath of honesty,
she emphatically dick cleared
on a stack of video nasties,
and x-rated 'zines
now she can live rest of life
guilt free offloading
hush money endeared
a posteriori into infinitely
jesting bordello loop
with calmly enchanting bug eyed,
drooling media hounds,
whose nostrils flared
squelching the trumpeting Don,
who maliciously glared
for traitorously breaching
“genital man's agreement”),
playing the (sock it to him role
of goody two shoes)
christened Stephanie Clifford)
shaggy long haired
pseudo Mayflower madam averred
to right justice in sought after
condom free nation,
where the turkey
ought tubby national bird
mandating free codicil
to second amendment as of furred
thus, that ass hide from right to bear arms
premature sea r man ejaculation
of Peter ought to be heard
where sudden sound
sans pubis seams burst
jock strapped unseen bulging Johnson's
onslaught hail of expletives cursed
out the mouth of salty sailor spewing Prez,
hook halled for a recess first
and foremost before
questioning resumed
automatically immersed
within tawdry tabloid pulp pit
whore sing Bacchanalian refused to quit
particularly when groin
set zipper (flimsy – obviously,
NOT put thru linkedin
locked down rigorous paces
realized, when pry vet eyelit
of trouser snake split)
yielding singular (nada so sterling)
gamut gallimaufry variegated erector set
with singular bulbous
ram rod rocket like trivet.
He was BILLYtheKidster. She was P D.
My little Poet Destroyer she'll always be to me.
She CRUSHED me immediately. I didn't have a chance.
We engaged an ongoing passionate slamming romance.
Long story short, the Kidster and P D
went on to get married and raise a family.
After the children were all out of the house all fully grown,
the slamming couple's romance continued to continue on.
"My little P D," I said to she,
"Do you know why I allowed you to CRUSH me immediately?
I didn't surrender. That was my sleazy tabloid way of telling all about you for all to see
that "The Poet Destroyer aka PD, Has One Major CRUSH on the Kidster aka Billy."
PD turned to me, swallowed hard and then she said,
"You have CRUSHED me Kidster. Now slam me and let's go to bed
Now you too Kidster have one major CRUSH on me apparently.
Wanna tell me how you feel about that as you slam me in bed passionately?"
This couple's still slammin hard in their retirement years.
Enjoying good slammin fun and laughter.
BILLYtheKidster and The Poet Destroyer Slammed Happily Ever After.
PD inspired me this little love story.
Don't know or care about the gender of PD.
None of that matters to me.
As far as I'm concerned, P D's just one big baby girl anyway.
Jock Jams and Sports Anthems
" Gott Him all Prettied up!"
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Meaty Mo'Hamm and "The Baycity Biggium" made there announcers debut: they were limited to ring action due to a supspencion prior to there signing there officail contract. Big Meaty didn't complain he simply spoke: "saying that one interest: revealed the concern of the other: citing decorium as an unraveling art form!"
On the same show: "Cold" Sturgeon Grimious stood by his "Main Man"Rasstuss delicate in an interveiw where "Giggy" rhinestone came out to insult a lack luster performance by the former Worlds champion. Saying he crawled out of the kitchen floor, like a scared kitty and let the rat's and me-say's walk off with the cheese, No wunder that "ole Gal"
told you not to come back up in there less you gotta some bacon or some thing greasy!" He snapped and started a brawl. Out numbered he laid there til "Swigg Nasty" Made the save.
"Tabloid" Tinsel Tease and Honey Mambo made there in ring debut with a victory over Country Cowboy Muan Deanse and Big City Cowboy Frill Champion. Massiouro Guisseymoto was the referree.
woke to find Honey perch upon the Big City Cowboy who had been clothes lined by his then former tagteam partner the exiting Country Cowboy.