Written By: D. Collins 12/9/25
The world has become inedible meat.
So, fowl even vultures refuse to eat.
Resevoirs of toxic streams and lakes.
Filled not by rain but words of hate.
With air that is full of unsavory scents.
Targeting those who possess melanin.
It's a putrid world in which we now live.
Lacking of love from any perspective.
The entire globe has turned rancid.
Dipped into a barrel of sulfuric acid.
We can't digest what's being served.
Or a painful death is what we deserve.
If kiss should meet Kismet
Let not the bet be shallow
Nor all the treasure of this time
Become a promise hollow
For kisses can take 'way one's breath
In ecstasy or sentence
Choose wisely who you turn to face
Lest death become tomorrow
If time and temperment embrace
The face of what's surreal
It's up to those equipped to face
The task… before the sorrow
One more turn in this chaotic journey,
The same nightmares to paint this apocalyptic reality.
Traitors, hypocrites, liars, the jealous, the hateful and the slanderers darken my dreams.
Forced to blaspheme just to gain the attention of the Universal Force.
A few victims, a few indelible scars to be seen as legitimate in the eyes of hell.
I shook hands with darkness just to survive this horror movie.
Living in misery and poor health is an infernal loop the Reaper greatly enjoys.
No trust left in the human race.
I’ve walked alone ever since I could stand on my own two feet.
One last journey, one final tribute in this putrid microcosm.
Lasting peace since time began, was never won nor made by man.
Treaties are made, then hastily broken, like cheapened, tin cans.
Israel was just offered to capitulate to all inhumane, demands of Hamas?
Those antedeluvian, October genocidists~are our leaders in DC smoking
fetid grass?
Our own USA, is sadly, way out of political, educational and moral control.
While empty brains in DC, obviously hostile to Israel, are made of mushy
Jelly- Rolls?
DC does not have a clue that body parts from the Nova Festival are still not even identified?
Sadly, this adminstration supports Hamas, and wants all Jews dead and their freedoms…..petrified!
10/20/2024
Wayward are my thoughts
Too putrid to feel redeem
Lies are my comfort
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
We never believed we ought to grow old.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
With haunting souls through agony and gold
Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold.
Just a short distance around the corner.
Written: March 1st, 2023
Putins invasion is his perverse fun
But we all know he's a murderous hun
When Ukraine counter attacked
Putin's generals were sacked
And soon had Vlad Putin's scum on the run...
Tie up mad Vlad and smear him with honey
Then film it for YouTube and make money
Fill his fat mouth with fire ants
In his eyes and down his pants
Hearing his cries; well that would be funny...
(And if that fails)
Vlad's a physchopathic murdering dope
And I'm sure Russia without him would cope
Make him stand on a stool
And then hang the old fool
Then watch him dance at the end of a rope...
Written 24th April 2022
no one knows him in the room
except by loss of breath
greeted as unwelcome guest
his stinking scent is death
noses wrinkled in disgust
when sensed this gust of wind
all souls beneath his sickly scent
are far too quickly pinned.
inhaled in gasps of shortened breath
each person feels impending death.
Surprised, all eyes begin to scan
so desperate for a breeze or fan.
Feeling faint they seek escape
from reeking odor, lungs in rape.
A paler pallor faces all.
noses seeking some release.
knees so weak they nearly fall
from lungs too weak to call.
Those outside hear tears and pleas
so open doors for those on knees
finger pointing, whispered tone
but none the smallest fart will own.
Small fart dissipates and leaves
crowd relieved, all sigh.
A slow goodbye that no one grieves
so glad to see the open sky.
No friend the small fart has, he knows.
He comes and goes by wrinkled nose.
All he does so quick offend,
wish to hell he'd swiftly end.
poetry putrid
God said and have flipped my lid
acted like a kid
Jim Horn
You can apply this to many people.
Trump's Putrid Lips Up Would Pucker,
Seeming to think we were some sucker;
Useless;
Clueless,
And out some things sure is a shucker.
O' flatulence
tis human
to air
*co-written with my hubby
Poems Are Putrid
Fund out that my poems are putrid;
And then what a weird thing I did;
Wanted place,
With no trace;
Have buried them and are now hid.
Jim Horn
Kappa Kappa Putrid Pi
In fraternity
Kappa kappa putrid pi;
Transcript someone stole.
Story of Trump's life.
Jim Horn
Your perception is obsolete,
dried up like the blank stare of an empty well.
I’ve seen you before,
prostrate to television news history,
casting your putrid stones
into a sea of fear.
Even a dog has the capacity
to reasonably tolerate its own species.
And you call all of this God.
I now know how Loudon Wainwright III was inspired.
What happened to me was what I never desired.
I have to consider this one of my darker episodes.
Nocturnal creatures called skunks often cross the roads.
They have a defense mechanism that keeps predators away.
To describe what it is, I don’t need much to say.
Driving on the road, I could not stop in time.
That animal produced a scent that nobody calls sublime.
The unfortunate black creature became another road kill.
The smell emitted by the carcass remains there still.
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