Short Buffoonery Poems

Billy, the biographee 
bought Bette, his biographer
A beautiful blue biosatellite
But the blue beast’s biosensors 
breached biotechnical buffoonery 
by behaving bizarrely and biting 
Betty, the biographer’s bottom.
Bet Billy’s biography won’t be as
brilliant by and by....

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Living among dead corpses
My creativity becomes stagnate
As I surround myself with
Dreamless adults never realizing
Their full potential in life
Witnessing generational leeches
Attacking the mind, soul and legacy
Of an unsuspecting youth
Instead of experiencing daily
Burst of DMT in his pineal gland
He is subjected to
Buffoonery, treachery
Tricked into selling his birthright...

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The poison that praises the phantoms of people 
shall also kill the kind kin off kilter.

Be obliged to bless base bums with brevity and brawls of buffoonery 
and suck the souls of the saints who sip the sweet sap of swine.

Once more I twist the tale of tempting tempestuous teas that taste of thought and torment, 
and whip the wills with woe for one and all aware for my entire enjoyment....

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Karma-Life's Ultimate Avenger


     I never get this one.........though it's 
     results are delightful and uproarious fun!

     Mankind with its paltry pretense of perfection, like fools, 
     step in a manhole,whilst going in the wrong direction!

     Egg on their face, is such a great delight to me.
     Pride, vanity and ignorance~ Divine, magnificent, buffoonery!




             11-20-2020...

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Finding Myself

Eureka! 
My buffoonery has been found!
My gullible lies buried them down.
Extraordinary was this find.
With joy I almost lost my mind.

My heart fills with empathy,
For those who feel empty.
Depression weights the soul.
Ubiquitous, it takes it's toll.

I am, again filled with light.
It shoots out from me, a spectacular delight.
Out of the darkness, now I see.
I was lost before,
But now I am free....

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This tide of civil despair. 
This sacrificed isle.
This meandering foolish way.
This sniffy institute of lies.
This backward way forwards.
This conceited entitlement.
This insanity in living sight.
This free fall into oblivion.
This elitist disdain for the lower ranks.
This self righteous pompous buffoonery.
This murdering establishment .
This unchecked, accepted corruption. 
This sad, pathetic reality.

This England....

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This tide of civil despair, this sacrificed isle.
This meandering foolish way.
This sniffy institute of lies.
This backward way forwards.
This conceited entitlement.
This insanity in living sight.
This free fall into oblivion.
This barking at the moon.
This elitist disdain for the lower ranks.
This self righteous pompous buffoonery.
This murdering establishment.
This unchecked, accepted corruption.

This sad, pathetic reality.

This England....

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We much beleaguered gullible
With thoughts profound ubiquitous
Pretending verse self-culpable
Deliver sounds superfluous

With empathy spectacular
Depression filled material
We carve our soul’s vernacular
Into eureka serial

In pungent deep buffoonery
Displaying our naivety 
Of verbiage extraordinary
(but don’t forget our bravery)

We enter contests frequently
Entreat unseeing providence
And brave constructive cruelty
To bolster our self-confidence 

May 25, 2018...

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"Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak" - As You Like It (Shakespeare), Act 3, Scene 2

A woman ….magical creation of the Omnipotent!
Not only she thinks,
She expresses her emotions
In the most powerful way!

She is the inexplicable creature
Nature has created so far….
She has a mind, she has a heart,
She has the best oratory device!

Man, you can not stop a woman
From speaking her mind,
Especially when she gets infuriated
With the buffoonery around!...

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Was it so extraordinary?
I fell for your buffoonery
You reach for me again and yet 
I seem to lack the empathy
The one who brought me joy 
Became the bane of my depression
The days when I was gullible
Spectacular to mention
Thinking of you now 
Makes our time seem so iniquitous
Eureka how I feared you!
So uncouth and so ubiquitous 
The time has passed somehow
And now we’re only stronger for it


5/13/18
joined PoetrySoup:5/11/18
first poem: Back and forth nonsensical...

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