Long Taser Poems
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People used to be so dedicated to their work.
They took pride in and had passion for what they did.
It was understood that a job well done had its perks.
That work ethic was instilled in me as a kid.
So, as I got older and found something I enjoyed,
I honed my skills and perfected my every move.
I was careful and knew exactly what to avoid,
But, like everything, there’s always room to improve.
I work at night, when hardly anyone is around.
But, once in a while, you might see me coming.
As I come up behind you and take you to the ground,
The only thing you’ll hear is my taser humming.
Trump’s the promoter who doesn’t give an iota thumps Minnesota
Damnation of mongrel nation’s fascination with immigration quota
Each voter another boater sailing through every derailing floater
The ICE age rages on front pages centre stage masked Miami Vice
Tasked & asked by the elite to beat any Asian who likes some spice
Shoot at every protest hoot boot out any non caucasian eating rice
Murderous lice slice & splice US already killed not once but twice
Toted odd bods devoted to guns on roughshod runs promoted as Gods
The resident President nods doesn’t give a sod it’s all about the wads
Against the odds rogue vogue Rogan brogue bogan pods onward plods
Will erase poor prods with taser rods buried in clods by Death Squads
Bogus slogans in a country built to the hilt on colonial guilt a melting pot
This lot forgot that America should could be the ultimate cultural hot spot
Not a blot beast of vultures feast on have nots with the least & society’s rot
Paralysis whole country’s in ICU lies on dialysis then dies from a blood clot
Almighty Evangelical Angels delight at the trite blight as might's always right
Scorn despite being born here the fright at sight of friends stolen in the night
No respite from sworn spite of religious lite.. the colour of ICE is bright white
We know what they will do facts skew impacts broke folks of a different hue slew
Nothing new slate voodoo as focal local few hoodoo pacts imbue hate will spew
Whatever your view be vocal as you never know next in the queue could be you
Trolls with Christian souls still rue losing control.. last roll of the dice the ICE crew
A Statistic
Sometimes I feel tired of being in my own skin....feeling overwhelmed with sin that’s not my own...sorrow overbearing with thoughts of black teenagers that will never be grown...men, and woman dying as children...because they were shot by cops that are the same color of my skin....so now I am another statistic...reason being...is from what I’m seeing...my skin is seen with privilege...because I’m not black I lack the same disrespect from cops that Tyrone might get...and yet I feel tired of being in my own skin...feeling responsible for the many wrongful deaths....in all depths...from wanted to be a cop...wearing a badge of a cop...to holding the gun of a cop...when will it stop...the motto is “him or me”....them or we...shoot to kill...not disable...because you leave him or her able to come back the next day to bring more to the table....apprehending is now becoming a fable...or turned into one...it’s easier to do damage with a taser or take a life solving problems permanently with a gun...than it is to disable make unable to run...no lesson to learn from...I might be white as so that’s the color they call my skin...but I’m from the same east New York Brooklyn city line shopping neighborhood black kids grew up in...as I grow older I grow colder to what police officers are trained to do...”Shoot to kill...not disable to make unable...to come back the next day to bring more to the table”.....as much as I would refuse to be a bullet ballistic...I am just like everyone else who is the color of my skin A statistic...
the voices are particularly loud
today, they taunt and plague me with their pleas
the label I hide on the wine bottle
they ask me if I'm drinking yellow tail
I take another swig, and then one more
step cautiously to toss it in the trash
they told me of the psycho cat’s demise
but I still watch out for that crazed raccoon
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
that whale that lives under must be awake
people in masks walk by, avoid my eyes
as though I'm ruining their summer day
Security keeps shooing me away
their taser guns ensuring I comply
sabbatical dreams after quarantine:
some place to lie down and be left alone
Written 3 Nov 2020
In collaboration with Kim Rodrigues [her lines are in bold]
Once an alien with eyes like LASER
Greeted me with a green TASER
He told me he was registered as a WASP
And after retirement would join the AARP
He was driven by the FOMO
And said his motto was YOLO
His aim was to become POTUS
Or at the least the fair FLOTUS
If not, he'd train for the BAFTA
And seal it with NAFTA
I told him he was already a STAR
For having the country on his RADAR
But he must take part in lots of JAM
And reprogramme his brilliant RAM
If he wanted to be the big MAN
He must shout as much as he CAN
On hearing this, he BOL
And soon went AWOL
04.02.2021
For L Milton Hankins' "Acronyms in Couplets" contest
Acronyms used:
LASER - Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation
TASER - Thomas A. Swift's Electric Rifle
WASP - White Anglo-Saxon Protestant
AARP - American Association of Retired Persons
FOMO - Fear Of Missing Out
YOLO - You Only Live Once
POTUS - President Of The United States
FLOTUS - First Lady Of The United States
BAFTA - British Academy of Film and Television Arts
NAFTA - North American Free Trade Agreement
STAR - Superior Technology Award Recipient
RADAR - Radio Detection And Ranging
JAM - Just A Minute
RAM - Read Only Memory
MAN - Metropolitan Area Network
CAN - Controller Area Network
BOL - Burst Out Laughing
AWOL - Absent Without Official Leave
Dear friend,
I am trying to master the ancient art of Almond Milking. It's quite difficult and my sweetie hasn't had a drink of almond milk in months. I started with cats to improve my dexterity, but they kept getting away and the little stinkers kept scratching me. The great thing about almonds is that they tend to be a bit more co-operative. I am hopeful that by Christmas I will have achieved my goal.
There is one question I would appreciate an answer to, how do I find the nipple? I thought it was at the pointy end and as I was simultaneously squeezing the ends of two almonds they shot out from my fingers. I was mortified when they inadvertently struck the buttocks of a lady police officer. She turned around with such blinding speed I was surprised...What surprised me even more was that she drew and shot her Taser. Ironically both leads pierced my nipples.
One last thing, do you know how I can get milk stains out of my shirt???
Sincerely,
Donald P. Thump
This piece was inspired by my friend David McKay after he sent the following email to me. His comment was the result of an earlier conversation about the scene in the movie "Meet the Fockers." In the movie Ben Stiller says, "You can milk anything with nipples." Robert Deniro responds, "I have nipples, can you milk me?"
David's email: Thanks for joining us. Nice to see you and Mary again, and remember Richard "You can milk anything with nipples" Lol!
Ttyl!
David McKay
Sent from iPhone
(I Love You More Than The Light Of Day *Russian Poem*)
I Love you more than the light of day,
I love when you just call to say hey..
With your sweet voice that serenades me into a dream;
where the skies shine real,
and darkness is nothing but unreal!
I love you till my heart syncs to the rhythm of the beat..
And as we grow apart to get closer,
I ask myself time and again if everything is really as it seems and as I wake up every morning and pray for your love to be real and for your life to be as meaningful as you make mine feel!
Cuz you're my heaven and my everything!
You are my one and only one!
My wife to be,
As hard as it may seem,
I just want to watch you smile and live on with you into a dream where everything isn't what it seems and our destinies intertwine and lock into the scene!
With you and I lip-locked in the middle of our deepest fantasies and our kindred emotions drawing us closer our fated cross-road of destiny!
I know I am a sad troubled soul,
but when I'm with you it's like my soul is finally put at ease.
when I kiss you it feels like a taser to my heart and it skips to breathe!
Oh how do I love thee,
if only I could count the ways...
How much my heart longs for the day my Cuddle Bunny returns,
How I Long For My Dame!
Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
Way too fast past the rescue rascal hassling haphazardly mastered dastardly bastards' fractions of captioning cast iron spiraling wired wax on wax off golf cart Bart Simpson minced garlic cubes boob tube huge goober schooner dooms Days Taser taker wafer run stun gun NOT funny honey bun for one shunned lonesome wholesome quotient potion grunt of a stunt punt the ball into mid autumn leaves fall raking reiki draped date maker place mat patty whack hacky sack crap slapped happy tap dance romance slanted jambalaya riot spliced mice diet quiet cheese, please teases on both knees bereavement easing Fort Leavenworth girth that brings birth to twerk twerps slurred slurping squirts of hurting beef Jerky lurching around the church yard disbarred and charred crash cars 100 yards too far to see scars Mars rover Range Rover Red rover come over 4 leaf clover lawn mower seed Sower leaf blower as NOT just another voter devotional spokesperson swerving tertiary but too scary hairy fairy blue berry merry go round sage turns the page safe and sound clown town brown bag the sandwich fad dude and all of that...
He was a professor of difficult sums,
Thought in quadratic equations
And from the works of Lobachevsky
He could spew forth quotations.
But, he had a hidden secret,
Not a creature of the light,
Dressed in Robin Hood suit
He prowled through the night.
Many a homeward bound drunk
Had doubted what he’d seen,
This tall, bow bearing figure
Dressed in suit of Lincoln Green.
But, here’s the little twist
To our hero’s unusual story,
He robbed the poor to help the rich
Like many a card bearing Tory.
His nemesis came in the shape of
One Detective Constable Brown
Whose reactions to his demands
Was to quickly Taser him down.
He’s a reformed character now for
They only gave a year’s probation
And lots of Community Service
Teaching mathematics to the Nation.
And, so, as time quickly passes
That’s the way that he becomes
Appointed to the House of Lords
As the Minister for Difficult Sums,
His Criminal Record now regarded
As just a small mental aberration.
He’s feted, lauded and regarded
As a flower of this Great Nation.
He follows the whip zealously,
But deep down inside he plots
To maximise his expenses claims,
A leopard seldom changes its spots.
Thank heaven he’s in the Lords or
It could have been more sinister:
We could have had a thief and liar
Serving as our new Prime Minister.
giant crows can be thugs, the six-year-old child told me.
they wear masks and can intimidate you out of an elm tree.
I had no knowledge of this at all and begged to hear more.
this child lives in the small yellow ranch house, right next door.
crows came at night and took us all hostage, she said.
they pistol whipped my daddy until his face was bloody red.
I expected TV news crews to pull up at any second of course.
biggest crow came in riding an enormous Arabian horse.
another crow was so shiny, his fur was ebony black.
he stole all our pink toothpaste, pushed them into a sack.
stopped by the kitchen to grab a watch to put in his pack.
he turned and cawed at me loudly when he looked back.
these crows may have been killers, they had shirts that said murder.
they stole our black taser gun we use as a cow herder.
one stuck out his beak and glared when they were turning to flee.
child’s mother said, “This kid watches way too much TV,”