Pusillanimous
hosted pugnacious
~served Hawaiian punch
revenge is served cold
with malice in cold steel knife
beside three-pronged fork
hate needs patience to mature
like a ripe blue-vein Stilton
anger sets the feast
memory seasons each course
with bitter chilli
sprinkled to sharpen revenge
as hunger outwaits its prize
when the dish arrives
rust has reached the waiting knife
mould adorns the fork
the taste of blood turns bitter
in the gnash of grinding teeth
Who has served the bear the barista asked her crew
In hiding now was her wait staff, Leland and Lulu
Who has served the bear? She yelled to the head chef.
Her voice sounded sharp like a distorted treble clef.
Finally, the Barista came over to serve the bear herself.
Can you please use that blue cup high up on the shelf?
Sure, she replied, being as sweet as she could be that day.
The bear paid his money and whisked his coffee away.
Guess who is coming to dinner?
Didn’t expect it
Didn’t even invite
It was the President’s request
Give or take
The President of the United States wants to have dinner at my house
Why my house, go figure
He won’t be a king
I am the king, and it’s my house
Dinner won’t be anything fancy, just cheap
I will order from Burger King, McDonald’s and Chicken Delight
You know the slogan, “Don’t cook tonight call Chicken Delight”
Why should I cook?
The President has prices in a mess
In fact, I feel as a voter, I should be invited to the White House
The President will have to bring the wine if he is going to dine
Since the President is cheap on “We the People”
He will get a taste of his own menu
My house is plain and simple
I should invite the GOP and Democrats to be witnesses at this dinner
Make a party out of it
Invite the media
I intend to show the President in how to be a Humanitarian
I will take action
Just watch me work
The President is lucky I won’t be serving layovers.
A baseball player, name of Kyle Tucker
Ever hear of him? – Neither had I
Just inked a $240 million contract
~ setting off quite the hue and cry
Cult of satan, popes and prelates kings princes, and pawns broking power.' Banks
And generals, a shaking is occuring, boundry's face an un-bounding..Kevin Annett, is pounding.
.on the black door of denial. Will there be much un-robing? Twenty six solid witnesses.' Court
Proceedings, i c c now
in process satanic ritual, pro-action; against is happening Responding; answering to too much sin.' We await the interaction, legal lawfull
Confronting sheer evil, of this world i grow
Tired, yet refuse to be mired.'
the menu said cocktail served with an umbrella and duck
I’ll have one of those, said my neighbor, mealy-mouth Tuck.
They said two was a special, so he said “two it will be”.
Bartender could not count, so they actually brought three
Salubrious, sanative salad.
Delicate heart of mine I served silver plattered,
As I watched it get sundered and shattered,
I thought it swayed your palate gladder,
But you said it could flavor a little better.
A meal is served
quiet descends
Taste buds sample
opinions form
Some heads nod approvingly
others to-and-fro oppose
Words are not superfluous ~
They’re just too scary
Frog legs are reputed to be
quite a tasty delicacy
I must confess, though, as for me
I prefer frogs served ~ amputeed
That guy with a head like an orange melon
is once and for all a convicted felon.
The verdict, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
was guilty on not one but thirty-four counts.
Judging from that chump's expression,
he might go into a deep depression.
We certainly won't hear any confession.
He'll claim that he's a victim of oppression.
For him, it's all about deniability.
Never has he taken responsibility.
His lawyers, we know, were clearly outsmarted,
while he just sat and dozed and farted.
And as America and the world clearly saw,
in a democracy NO ONE IS ABOVE THE LAW.
I live in a magical house with my cats, He and She.
They love me to pieces and give me some glee.
Yesterday at a quarter before ten until three
My dresser gave a bow and served me some tea.
The windows of the house are crisp, clean, and free.
Of cobwebs and dust, they truly do not reflect me.
I am grimy and dirty, said my pal, Sally Anne Lee.
But delighted of course that my dresser served me.
Dedicated To Those Who Served
And Those Who Prayed
Miracle Man
2/10/2024
We can’t undo one thing we have done,
at best, we can try to make amends.
Things once seen can’t be unseen, not one.
once filed in our past that’s where it ends.
We never forget the stench of war,
or why we were selected to go.
Forced to do things that we still abhor,
we can't forget, we'll always know.
A world once served by gods and heroes
Now gets by with ones and zeros.
- From book by Andrew John and Stephen Blake of UK: Are You a Miserable Old Git? (Are You a Miserable Old Bastard? in US)
(posted here Sep 2022)
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