Antifa stands for nothing
other than hatred and making trouble
America's vision once again scarred and blurred
Are they skinheads, neo-Nazis ~ or I am seeing double
Saturday Bang
By Craig J. Burt/Jimmy Boom Semtex
All those freakish skinheads take a hike
Hey Hey Hey
Rock and roll and crash this pub
All the men grab your ladies
Cheers!!!
Fill up our mugs with fresh cold beer
Happy weekend everyone
All back to front take the pub!
Steal their beer kiss their gals
We are the lads we own this town
Nobody messes with us
We mess them up bop them
Ladies love a ruffian
They smile and wait we Kings
JIM N CRAIG POEMS BOOK 3
Joint poems by Craig J. Burt and Jimmy Boom Semtex
out in 23
Our POTD is now black versus white.
We are going to see a racist rant in plain sight.
It’s sad when a poet, uses their pen as a stick.
This POTD has no merit and honestly makes me sick.
Why would we showcase hate and give racism a stage?
All skinheads are animals and belong in a cage.
I’m very disappointed with what this site has allowed.
It’s simply a detonation with a mushroom cloud.
I guess evil is at work causing more divide.
Maybe his parents were the same and now gleaming with pride.
Whatever the case, it’s a very sad day.
This makes me sick to my stomach and it’ll stay that way.
Could this be a simple glitch that admin has missed?
If not, they are about to see many backsides that can surely be kissed.
Someone needs to be ashamed of themselves, for allowing this pungent hate.
What has poetry become, and what was it meant to create?
A Controlled Reply to a Skinhead's Brain
Just when I thought some real evolution
Of moral thinking
Just might be taking place these days,
I run across this Neo-Nazi piece of crap
Masquerading as a poem,
Shrieking wanly in an open, small-press 'zine.
This fool blames the ills of the world
On "World Jewry" - the old, rusted-out line
Of his Volk.
Ah, well - simple things for simple minds.
I'm glad I finally got past actively hating your kind;
Why give you fuel to feed your blindness?
Now you just excite my pity,
You wastes of skin, skinheads.
Sorry you ejected your brains,
Like seaslugs, who don't need 'em;
Sorry that you choose to live on the bile of your hate,
Sorry for your infantile pains,
And sorry that you can't appreciate
This free society
That lets you parade your ignorance
For all the world to see.
I saw Nazis march yesterday
upon the streets of Charlottesville.
And, with swastikas on display,
crazed clansmen chanted blood will spill.
I saw Satan grinning with pride
at racial slurs shouted in hate.
And, bigots standing by his side
help the violence escalate.
I saw torches light up the night,
snaking through the black neighborhoods.
And skinheads looking for a fight;
all that was missing were white hoods.
I saw white supremacists, proud
of drawing blood and spreading fear.
And a car plow into the crowd,
its intentions made all too clear.
I saw President Trump place blame
on both sides for this killing spree.
And, a shocked nation reel in shame
at how prejudiced he could be.
I saw the projected end of
tolerance and democracy.
And, mantras of hate replace love
with smugness and hypocrisy.
Quatrain
8/13/2017
America, you are bipolar
Mother of invention and murder
Father of civil rights and lynching
Your children listen to hip hop and death metal
b-boys and skinheads
America you are bipolar
the biggest gay rights champions and the most hateful psycho-bigots
America, what are you?
the greatest artists and heinous murderers
America, when can we find a treatment for you that will finally
stabilize you?
the world is waiting for your treatment regimen, America.
on that glorious day when we can finally call the world
holistic.
Epilogues of skinheads amuse the damned
Eclipsed by innuendos of hatred
Vigilant they tread in sovereign flocks
By way of death they will strip us naked
In our absence zany remarks surface
Hidden by indefinite philosophies
Foolish they swarm the emerald candles
Worshiping the fathers of hypocrisy
Conquer or perish we must
To survive humanity's wrath
Lend a hand Glasgow would not
Distraught we sought immune paths
Honor us by opulent memories
Waste not our exuberant energy
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