Unlike Alice in Wonderland
we've landed in a cartoon reality and
America seems now much like Gotham City.
Chaos and mayhem reign.
The criminals are running rampant.
Liars and deceivers rule the media.
We're inundated with fake news
that would have us believe all is okay.
But we live in fear wishing it was all a nightmare.
We wonder how it ever got this bad
but more importantly with bated breath
we await the coming of our hero.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The free press is free
Unless it says something wrong
Then it is not free
* * *
He read the whole terms
He agreed to sell his soul
The font was too small
* * *
War is on the news
The anchors all wear nice suits
We change the channel
Here we are again
The Deep State’s propaganda machine
Called out for doing what they do best;
Lying, omitting, disinforming, twisting the facts
To delude the masses, or at least half of them.
Why is it called fake?
Because story after story
Have been debunked as the official hoax
They always were,
And which they were awarded Pulitzers for
And never gave back. Nor ever will.
Story after story
Churns up this swamp, repackaging it
As pure mountain spring water,
Damaging the whole market for news.
What is there to even believe these days?
Who knows, but certainly not
What the Lamestream Legacy Media tells US.
And tries so hard to sell you, again.
(9/22/26)
MEDIA STRIKES BACK
FOX NEWS JOINS IN THE ATTACK
TRUMP GETTING MUCH FLACK
The Bermuda Triangle, does it still exist?
For a long time there has been no mention
No airplanes vanish, nor ships and boats missed
What’s happened to famed fifth dimension?
I read about time tunnels, unquiet zones
Toxic vapours of methane hydrate
Triangle get lost, so no happy returns
The last of great mysteries fades
Its magnetic field has been demagnetized
Or maybe the global warmth stroke
Bad seaweed has died, and the air clarified
So the danger zone evoked a joke
No one gives a damn was it fiction or truth
That old hype has veered off the track
But I'd much prefer to see this in the news:
“The Bermuda Triangle strikes back!”
a diversion of a bigger fish to fry
the gullible & naive all day proclaim
someone's fifteen minutes of fame
SEPARATISTS YOU
FOR NEWS, WHAT IS IT YOU DO?
GOES FOR TRUMPERS TOO
Typhoons
Cyclones
All storms
Rage forms
Flash floods
So bad
Glaciers
Melt there
Earthquake
Great shake
Wild fire
Entire
Schooling
Shooting
Oil price
Costs rise
Conflicts
So thick
World news
Sad views
A toilet is my peaceful place,
Where I can just sit and hide my face,
I can sit and relax and read my news paper,
Sit and read about the recent news capers.
Then when I finished my business I realize there is only one sheet,
So I sit there thinking on that cold hard seat,
Then finally it comes to me, I'll use the sports page from my daily news sheet!!
IN A DIFFERENT WORLD COMING: ready
(Apropos Of Breaking News Breaking)
You say,
We are too old
And have no idea
Of what’s going on:-
Well, we
Said that too;
Please give us a call
And let us talk awhile:-
Where
Are you now…?
Remember
your beginnings…?
Where are you going now…?
We’re still
Following NI’s bloody footprints;
Watered in divine wisdom and guidance:
Aware of AI’s infectious, chaining vibes:-
Be in today’s awareness.
Future wars will not
Be dropping bombs:
Just biological infections:-
The worldwide Power Oppressors,
Will control both the infection,
As well as the vaccine:
Cumulating
Ongoing
Victories
Introduced
Decades ago.
N.B. Read it again
And think about it:
Profound breaking
Bombing news coming.
Nothing happens - it’s good news
In the current Belle Epoque
One more day to be cut loose
Lost in walk and talk
Weather murmurs to be fine
Skies of postcard blue
With the white stripes are designed
Only there’s no you
And no me, apparently
Other people come and go
They are curious to see
The habitual summer show
Narrow passages and lanes
Lead them to the shore
Cause tomorrow there’ll be rains
And gale winds, for sure..
I watched the news last night
at 11 o’clock on channel eight.
As usual,
it told of disaster,
death,
loss,
and sorrow.
I hate repeats.
First Appeared, Animated Blue, volume 33, 1980. All rights reserved.
Let me share with you
a story of love
Of God's only Son
sent down from above
He came to free me
free me from all strife
He came to see me
see me get new life
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Christ died on the cross
cruel Calvary
Suffered intense pain
to the nth degree
Redeemed me from death
from death He waived me
He gave me new breath
new breath that saved me
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Buried in the tomb
rose on the third day
He will come again
To take me away
To heaven, I will rise
Will rise to meet Him
In the open skies
'pen skies to greet Him
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
BRIDGE:
How can I be silent?
Christ died for you and me
For us, He was God-sent
Accept Him, this my plea...
The agony He bore
A crown of thorns He wore
Bled till the last red drop
From dark hell, me, to stop
Jesus bled for you... And me...
BREAKING POLITICAL MEDICAL NEWS
AND HORRIFYING CONSEQUENCES
It’s evident that
The POTUS requires urgent
Mind-dialysis:
Removing bigotry and
Political injustice!
Otherwise, justice
And democracy will die
From his bigotry:
Leaving behind a nation
Ruled by bloody oppression!
And this just came in!
Throughout the country today,
Gas stations closing:
Driverless electric cars,
Populating the highways!
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