More Meet
Eat the meet and feel well
Get a bad gut do the trots
To the toilet vomit it all up
You ate rancid meat
Or was it poisoned
On purpose as you’re here
An invading army doing bad
Nothing good comes from it
Except dead Russian soldiers
Who ate off meat in rusty tins
Found in a bombed out house
Call it karma for the war
You go there you risk
Not just bullets and shells
Maybe you were poisoned
On purpose or it was an accident
The result is the same
Ill Russian soldiers who puke
Some will die painful deaths
Give those well more meat…
Categories:
rancid, abuse, military, violence, war,
Form: Verse
Black folk kept in sad condition
By owners without contrition.
What to do, what to do?
Wage war for emancipation
And forge a fresh slave-free nation.
The Forrest-Byrd Klan and Jim Crow
Surely are the ones you should stow –
What to do, what to do?
They rule and oppress your city
Blame them not ones who set you free!
Martin loved character content
With black and white talents lent
What to do, what to do?
Stevie and Paul in unity
Played in sweet keyboard harmony.
Smooth Barack cooed high in A sharp
As Hillary lowed in B flat
What to do, what to do?
So white folks, none playing a harp,
Chose the black, how racist was that?
Oppressed rainbow coalition -
All races rate full admission.
What to do, what to do?
Name trophy oppressor maestros
Amin, Mao, Adolf, and Castro.
Critical race theory, woke
Marxist, oppressive and no joke!
What to do, what to do?
Its rancid retro racist sin
Embalmed in landfill would fit in.
Categories:
rancid, music, political, race, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
The wandering lonesome roam
About the early morning streets;
And on evening avenues.
Those forgotten feral few,
Seeking meals they cannot buy
‘Mongst the refuse of the day.
Those great unwashed in tatters,
Of whom it does not matter,
Limp empty toward their lairs
Wearing faces of despair
Seeking out a junkyard fire
Or dark place beneath a stair.
Half-bent, with rancid odor,
One stands upon the corner
With a battered coffee can
In a grimy, outstretched hand.
Strollers stare past his rheumy eyes,
Searching from their sunken sockets,
And walk by with withheld sighs
Lest guilt should pick their pockets.
Compassion costs a quarter
For the man upon the corner.
But it’s cheaper without the price
If they can avoid his lice.
Categories:
rancid, care, discrimination, lonely, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Really Was Rancid
Really were rancid;
Wanted to become placid;
Now popping acid.
Jim Horn
Horn American Haiku
Explanation of Creation of Variation
An explanation,
Of what could be creation,
Needing sedation.
Jim Horn
Categories:
rancid, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
RANCID DAISY IN THE ROOM
Can you smell,
that rancid daisy in the room?
As it reeks,
before it speaks.
Putrid unapologetically,
foul so foul bravely.
It used to complement my senses,
from fragrant to pungent vagrant.
The tangent slovenly,
the regality frugal.
Can you smell,
that rancid daisy in the room?
That chokes,
more than cyanide.
More than dioxin,
oh what a toxin.
I swear I can surely smell it,
so elated I am far away from it.
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
Categories:
rancid, betrayal, break up, farewell,
Form: Free verse
Rancid soap
Rancid bloody cooking oil,
In the bloody soap to spoil,
Sniff the soap before you buy,
Rancid smell, do pass it by,
If not stinking, is your soul,
Rotten stinking oil is used,
to make the soap,
Sometimes you’ll use,
Never bloody smell amused,
When rancid lather cries,
Begone with the greasy fries,
Cos all yer friends y’all lose…
be rancid smelly too,
The stink that some despise,
But you’ll attract the flies,
The stinking blowfly blues,
So sniff the soap yes do!
Don Johnson
Check your soap for rancid!!!
Categories:
rancid, adventure,
Form: Ballad
The craziest thing has happened to me
I saw a cat humping a bee
She meowed once with delight
I covered my eyes from the sight
Then she started humping my knee
Categories:
rancid, funny
Form: Limerick
""Rancid puking from the taste;
soul aching crying out no-more;
"No no-longer; eminent...
mercy-peace please!"
offer-pardon,
help me Lord-help-me; forgive;
signed-"Real-Tired": "Your-Child"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbdW0Qt0tLI&feature=related
Categories:
rancid, inspirational
Form: Prose Poetry
The horror
The rancid horror
It's glowing in your eyes
The bloody mess of thoughts are pooring in your mind
The criminal thats within you has come out to play
With all the little children passing by
You pick out a sertain one
The one that is as old as you
The one that is the prettiest
You take her to that hay loft just to torture her
To scare her
Just to plunge a knife in her
She screams in terror
But no one hears her
No one will come to her rescue
And just remember that girls face when you slashed her throat
The look of horror
The look of terror
And the look of fear
And just remember who you saw
Because the who you saw was me.
Categories:
rancid, angst,
Form: Free verse