When the joke's begun, it made you tense
They like poking fun, at your expense
Then laugh till they're blue, and choke on phlegm
When they laugh at you, the joke's on them
So, laugh when they laugh, it's up to you
You can gaff the gaff, they put you through
Just brush off their snide, and cold reply
When hushed deep inside, you wanna cry
snide smirks sardonic
~ Insensitivity's Tonic
Reports they redact and hide
Experts who tried can’t chide
Appliance of science denied
Us all being taken for a ride
On some helter skelter slide
With no shelter in or outside
Swelter in this delta of snide
Fried by fake national pride
As the past & future collide
Know on us all have spied
Our secrets they have pried
Data for advertisers supplied
Time to choose your side
Surmise AI guys pie eyed
In Geneva should be tried
For war crimes can’t abide
Yes it is up to us to decide
To stop the slop of the tide
What term history’s applied
Call it genocide or ecocide?
Either way everything died !
THE WORST OF US
Humanity what brings us to
morally decompose,
from rugged ways of caveman days,
to Armageddon's throes?
fire, the wheel, agriculture,
domesticated pets?
What e'er it was, that was the cause,
was so from the onset.
T'was not some fruit with magic roots
to blame the fairer sex,
that patriarchal alibi
made snide eternal hex.
Nor freedom fought for righteously
for her, and him, and they,
not different skin, or distant kin,
or one's choice not to pray.
'Tis greed and lust, the worst of us,
what also drive us on.
Tame the beasts, keep em on a leash,
before we are but gone.
Sybil Fawlty is Basil`s long-suffering wife,
becomes dazed and confused when he gets in all sorts of strife,
so when one of Basil `s hair brained schemes goes wrong,
it's Sybil who fixes, because she is the calm and sane one.
since Basil is such an horrible host
it is poor old Sybil, who suffers the most,
sardonic words she would inject,
on the man, she calls a stick insect
one day when she was away,
German guests, Basil caused such an affray,
and when one of the guests in the night, dies,
it was Sybil who had to fix all of Basil`s lies.
at the infamous Torquey hotel called Fawlty Towers,
Sybils and Basils life, the chaos simply devours
to the residents of the hotel who reside,
it`s Sybil who has to make good, whenever Basil is snide.
Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach,
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The locals, sometimes multigenerational deep,
Tend to claim their turf
With the worst of human qualities;
Fear and loathing
Sublimated into snide ostracism,
Backstabbing gossip and withering looks
If not fully expressed with seething hate
Slander, bullying and assault.
Meanwhile life goes on for the Xeno
Head down, eyes averted, pathways diverted,
While in their heart
They recognize the love their haters have
For their cherished way of life and ground
Is not exclusive
And no different from their own.
(9/6/25)
Can you hear the absence of bickering,
the snickering, snide remarks and animosity?
The pomposity of inflated egos in blogs
that just shouldn't be taking place.
A blog without the chance for someone's
feelings to be trampled and hurt~
Just once~ humor me for creating such a blog.
The rose won’t pose, won't stay its will,
It knows it can’t be forced to stay still.
It sneaks movements between brush strokes,
Breaking free of the painter's staring yokes.
The lemon makes faces with bitter pride,
It hides its shyness with a snide slide.
Each subject plays a veiled charade,
As each freeze-frame is displayed.
The painter grabs what time would spill,
To capture one moment with all their skill.
Not knowing their aim can't be fulfilled.
For life is too fluid and free-willed.
Just after each moment is painted.
The scene is already old and outdated.
For nothing posed stays that way for long.
It shifts with each glance, and moves on.
DINNER’S A CHORE
Dinner, my turn, nothing in the fridge
Off to market, be gone a smidge
Car won’t start, battery’s dead
Jump it, full steam ahead
Old gossips in the aisle, won’t move aside
‘Scuse me’ I croon, but they get snide
Right back I get crass
Suggest they kiss my ass
If I wave,
Will you wave back,
Will you cast me aside,
And toss me a look,
Throw a snide remark,
To make me look like a fool,
Cast us aside,
And tossed out the key,
Follow inside and take a knee,
Stomped on our lives,
With knives to our hearts,
Tossed us aside,
To keep your lie running,
To show people you don’t care,
About anybody,
Come toss me out,
At only eleven,
Because when you met me,
Was only seven,
So I'm trying to wave,
But you have never decided to wave back.
Your so called friends draw their knives
and stick their nose into others lives
With snide remarks and a dirty look
putting lies on face book
All anonymous so there is nothing you can do
unable to find out who is spreading lies about you
When you eventually find out and ask them why
They look in your face and still they will lie
And when they lie and say but I am your friend it was not me
Your the one who ends up giving them an apology.
There are no bombs, nor guns ablaze
No killing fields or bloody sands
Yet world is driven into craze
From “sweet old home” to distant lands
Mosaic shattered on the wall
To shreds is ripped old gobelin
Oh why, but why we started brawl
The one we cannot ever win?
I want to think there was a cause
A noble path to richer life
Yet what has started with applause
Created very bitter strife
The tariff wars. Why on this watch?
We shall be paying for it all
The great intend is being botched
As wheels come screeching to a stall
Old broken ties, folks out of play
Long harvest comes with little corn
In time all heals, storm goes away
But leaves dismay, fatigue and scorn
Can’t act as bully among friends
And even less among the foes
“Put in your place” is how it ends
And often with a bloody nose
The shortage’s coming, doubt not
And price, sky-high. Which we OKayed
Big boys be fighting, with us caught
In vicious senseless trade blockade
I want a win for our side
And pot of gold at rainbow’s end
Must walk through anger, pain and snide
While tariff wars are global trend
April 28, 2025
Throw an arrow, remember to sharpen it before it reaches it's end target
Who is naïve enough to cross your parameters of closeness
Capture this person whose mere sight you adore
Aim at their legs, your prey will land face first on the floor
Don't be scared, Don't you worry
This is how love is meant to be
Or why would cupid, on his smooth back, so many bad intentions carry?
Or why would the heartbreakers or cheaters not worry about their actions
If they didn't know, love is never a synonym to passion, but pain
To confusion and spiraling games
Love was never stable enough to stay after an orgsm
Love, they repeated over and over
Yet it felt like it had just slipped off their tongue
Bind love in ropes of promises, skim apart their soul
Listen to their heartbeat till the gushing of their bloody lies couldn't be ignored
You'll know when the prey gets too weakened, it can't move
Just fall apart into broken shreds of a beautiful story
Piece by piece, Complete the jigsaw pattern
That lasts people eternity, then you can congratulate yourself
You've caught your prey
in 2009 whilst word-playing around
the trochaic monometer I then found
two lines short& sweet
terse enough to tweet
an integral title is also vital
for this recitative recital
christened it 'footle' as a memorable name
Sadly- it is my only claim to fame
FOR THE RECORD
FIRST FOOTLE Jan 2009 (Plural footles never really appealed- I prefer my original creation)
Bonnie & Clyde
too snide
both died
the woman’s opulence did not mean she would be haughty and uptight
some wealthy people are not rude, selfish and snotty
I decided to give the woman a fair chance
She talked down to me as if I was a worm crawling out of an alley
That must have been an accident
I gave her another chance
She made a snide remark about my background
Which she does not know
Her disdainful smile would have been impossible to miss
Even if I could have ignored her supercilious attitude
and her rude words
“was she kind?” my grandmother asked me.
“You will have to find out for yourself,” I told her.
Within minutes of their conversation I saw my grandmother pop her eyes.
We left right away, for we had come up with the same conclusion
This snob was not worth our time.
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