Juxtapose
Just suppose we have to
Jurisprudentially
Juxtapose guilt and innocence before a
Jury of our peers. The prosecution will attack with the
Jawbone of an a** and the nattering nabobs of the news media will
Journalistically
Jabberwocky their opinions which no one will understand. Meanwhile the
Joyless defense team will try to
Justify their client’s motives by
Jackhammering the evidence to fit their presentation, claiming the
Jimsonweed he smoked caused him to be a
Jailbreaker and escape the clutches of the law. Let us hope the
Jackanapse has learned his lesson and
Justice will prevail
It begins with a belief.
Despite all odds, that it's a fait accompli.
The nabobs of negativity
Hang like ominous bats from a ceiling.
They screech nothing but loss.
Their lives lived as a game of ring-toss!
It's quite comical for winners,
To watch competitors become their own social dinners.
Eating crow, is made for haters.
Winners sump on champagne, steak and sour creamed 'taters!
11-2-2020
Notorious Nattering Nabobs of Negativism
(And Other Hopeless, Hysterical Hypochondriacs of History)
They pretend to love freedom but hate non-white votes
and poor's access to health care (both cost far too much
when supported by taxes where all pay debts owed.)
Wealth buys doctors' deferments when war gets announced
if dough's children might suffer (fake ailments vouchsafed
to excuse them from serving). Most hide wealth with glee
(for God loves that rich cheat!) No taxation is fair!
Just depraved think that wealth's butt's gang-raped by the rich?
Might a saint dream elites love to row their black boats?
Where does cripple complain Chris (1) 'discovered' his crutch?
Hmm! How likely is that? Who knows hole from commode?
Watch world slip off its rails as Christ's Love gets denounced,
brown kids stripped from their parents as mercy gets strafed,
our democracy burns, Trump lights farts from golf tee,
his card boasts he's ahead, but the game's truth or dare.
As each whore takes her bra off, pimps see who's the b*tch!
Long Tooth
October 23rd in 2020
Poet's Notes:
(1) Christopher Columbus
O, she is merry
My peanut butter fairy
Spread smooth as whipped butter
or lumpy as chunky nutter
She blends with jelly or jam
with bananas and lettuce too; I am
only puzzled that others tease me
for eating sandwiches that please me
As well, many nabobs of negativity
warn me of peanut butter's inferiority
to healthier foods that taste so yucky
But I am the grown-up kid, so lucky
Old enough to shrug off attacks on my fairy
Young enough to dine on PB&J with some sherry
asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical
impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity
whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff
quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk
maids, or rather pressing said resources,
sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous,
and horrendous self destructive antics,
where ballistic charges drugged eminent
domain former nerve cell size occupants,
thoroughly re-engineering sense and sensibility
with pride fullness and prejudice on par
with dousing one with opiate completely
upends functioning healthily, judging lovingly,
and managing productively versus expending
precious time and energy self absorbed
into manic, neurotic, and/or psychotic actions,
manners, thoughts, et cetera, which irrationality
got embedded within the neurological interstices,
even as of this moment hound me
akin to wild beasts circling ever closer
to launch mortal kombat against their very housing.
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