These weak attempts at verse could not be droller.
Your stuff is less inviting than ebola
(but not as catchy). Wordier than Emil Zola,
you haven’t got the steam to be a roller.
I’ve seen more cutting-edge in Pepsi-Cola.
You clearly honed your style in Fuengirola.
About as challenging as last year’s “¡Hola!”
(I’m sure you’re highly thought of in Angola.)
But that aside, I need a favour, mate.
The flood of would-be Shakespeares is in spate.
I’d like you to review – that is, donate
your time and talent (at the going-rate,
which happens to be zero.) Desecrate
the pricks who prattle, and the prigs who prate.
Denounce, detract. Indulge that gelding hate
that wells in all of us. The cut-off date
is looming, so get hacking. Don’t be late!
clearly hard being different
will take a strong flexible spine
despite how inconsiderate
must obey each and every sign
not so easy being odd
physically out of tune
spat on with words from god
vilified inside cartoons
existence well defined
by prigs and blissful ignorance
all must be tight aligned
to others’ selfish interests
don't step out of line
for they are ever watching
hate is not benign
your hang rope could be notching
the masses won't be swayed
left with little choice
traditions must be obeyed
don't dare raise your voice
operate on the down low
hide true feelings deep inside
let very few people know
normal's so hard to abide
clearly hard being different
despite how inconsiderate
physically out of tune
vilified inside cartoons
existence well defined
all must be tight aligned
don't step out of line
hate is not benign
the masses won't be swayed
traditions must be obeyed
hide those true feelings held inside
acting normal’s hard to abide
My burdened country, tis of thee
Still beautiful are its halcyon skies
America! Free of woes we long to be.
God, shed Your grace upon blind eyes.
Unite us with love and brotherhood
Enlighten our hearts to do only good.
Make us torchbearers for a better life
to achieve all our hopes and dreams.
Rid us of the political woes and strife...
the past four years of lies and schemes.
America! We've lived in days of fears
It's time to stop spilling sorrowful tears.
As imperfect humans, we all have flaws
America! America! The country we love.
There's a reason we should obey its laws
God commands it from his throne above.
Across the plains and from sea to sea
We're thankful for mountains of majesty.
We renounce slander against your name
by those who smear and propagandize.
Prigs who harass and vilify with false claim
that America is a country without a heart
but that kind of attitude is one we chastise.
America! This is just a chapter in your story.
Your light will shine again in wondrous glory.
What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck?
When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain?
Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck
Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain.
But how honey he embraces the muck-
When the sizzling lust for food slaps!
'Tis where he tanks up the lack
'Tis a divan for his daily naps
He rolls in it with sheer fun and joy,
Swaps spit with inner pathogens
To him's as sweet as the delicacy of soy
And dirt seems excite no antigens
But fools we the lookers
Who hate the act but love the actor
We're the daytime chaplains an' night's hookers
Musing the worthier and fudging the obvious factor
Don't we rear 'em and keep them?
And butcher 'em for pork?
And for sale don't we adulate 'em like gem?
Then why dub 'em berk?
With us is the knowledge and power-
To keep and care for these pigs
We can give 'em genial scour
And see 'em as moral prigs
NB: Exclusively for pig lovers.
Try to understand the natural meaning of this poem
These vain attempts at verse could not be droller.
Your stuff is less inviting than ebola
(and not as catchy). Wordier than Emil Zola,
you haven’t got the steam to be a roller.
I’ve seen more cutting-edge in Pepsi-Cola.
You clearly honed your style in Fuengirola.
About as challenging as last year’s “¡Hola!”
(I’m sure you’re highly thought of in Angola.)
But that aside, I need a favour, mate.
The flood of would-be Spensers is in spate.
I’d like you to review – that is, donate
your time and talent (at the going-rate,
which happens to be zero.) Desecrate
the pricks who prattle, and the prigs who prate.
Denounce, detract. Indulge that gelding hate
that wells in all of us. The cut-off date
is looming, so get hacking. Don’t be late!
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