Short Frauds Poems
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Life in 2024
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Ethics only on board...
Educators are on roads......…
Rich always freaky..
Poor always shaky..
Frauds seems always happy
Life was in 2024 tragedy..
Life in 2024
.
Ethics only on board...
Educators are on roads......…
Rich always freaky..
Poor always shaky..
Frauds seems always happy
Life was in 2024 tragedy..
All artists are frauds
most deservedly so
Escaping themselves
into something unknown
Their costumes transform
always trying to hide
The truth of their natures
— left dying inside
(The New Room: July, 2024)
alibis are for the guilty ones
those who take too long to think
for they are liars and frauds
truth tellers do not have to pause
or hesitate
for the truth comes out easily
they do not have to worry about alibis either
unless they are also murderers or thieves
I find an album with matt thick black pages
my wet eyes hungry for each pose of this girl
in pigtails with a reluctant kitty, then on a bike
in a pretty prom dress, then holding a baby, me
turning the pages your smiles become frauds
your skin wrinkled, your pain quiet and graceful
There will be many books, movies, documentaries, even libraries devoted to revealing the depths of endless lies, conspiracies, frauds, scams, cover-ups, and deadly treasons running like foul rivers churning through every law, statute, standard, or tradition. Our grand children and maybe their grandchildren will remember what has happened in this era of trumpian dystopia.
Form:
Boycott evil, boycott fraud!
Stand for truth!
There is no glory in being part
of Satanic frauds!
Disguised as doing right for men.
Run from the galloping hordes with God fearing friends.
And say with starlit gratitude, to your everlasting
God, a grateful, serene, Amen!
1-23-2021
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I have ben disappointed. I have been dismayed,
by such irrefragable frauds ensuring justice is delayed.
I have been disheartened. I have been disserved,
by such irredeemable cretins with ethics badly curved.
I have been disenchanted. I have been distressed,
by such irrepressible greed than could ever be confessed.
But in this, oh, high and mighty, you are equal to the lowly,
by this irreversible fact: both your clocks are ticking slowly.
My confession
I murdered them all
impostors
claims of poetic devices
when the evidence was only
rants piled upon rants
A circle of praises
made the courts dizzy
the frauds committed
only added to their notoriety
under oath
all their poems shattered
The judge looked me in the eye
how do you plead sir
"Guilty as charged your honour"
I here by then sentence you to 19 days
you must pay for each crime
one day for each scoundrel exposed
Howe great are your lofty peaks, amongst hillocks traced
Free from foes and frauds , ink my ridges with love and freehand
Ones tail whips round between valleys deep, creating a landscape, a mighty sweep
Lancers move forward and runty stays close, for those wagers upon us will judge us the most
Ego and IDs freeze at first glance , six nations armies forlorn and entranced
Exit the summit, bring down the gate for thine has the power to command check mate.