So Instagram is a sham
Everyone seems smitten
With posts about a kitten
Or hosts who hate Britain
Or boasts so badly written
Toasts flam & are all bitten
Goddam is just like spam
Famalam use as a babysitter
Wham bam for any dimwitter
Won’t scram will be a big hitter
Instagram is just glam glitter
Oh please look at me vanity
Narcissist wheeze is insanity
Tease with another profanity
Disease crippling all humanity
Pedants on pews lives fritter
Algorithm queues like twitter
Bottom feeder ruse you critter
Needier travesty tapestry knitter
Greedier fuse lit & now shi*ter
Seedier impropriety just litter
Social media a society splitter
Notoriety trolls scrolls flitter
Anxiety but folks will still titter
Piety for botox you’ll be fitter
Ham it up cash cow AI lie spitter
Kowtow get no views so just bitter
Kapow a scam not some Ashram
Stop cropped photoshopped slop
They cram in a half baked pitta
Instagram is bust and just a sham
Is Putin going Kaput
He has morbid losers look
Some Russian soldiers have had enough,
Of this slaughter and murder stuff
Whatever they were fighting for
They are weary, sick of war
They can no longer understand
Why they are fighting for a piece of land
A land where fellow Russian dwell
Putin has made a living hell
Putting his comrades at risk
Naughty Putin Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.
You deserve that worried frown,
You have let your country down
I don't think you will have a friend
When you meet your tragic end.
One thing that is becoming clear
There will be no winners here,
Win or lose: It was all for nil
I pray it's you who swallow the pill
The pill that tastes very bitter
And it makes you a dummy spitter!
Always salty and usually bitter
help encourage the spitter —
still better than the wonts
and those dreaded donts —
saved by the tolerable quitter.
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Written: 05.08.21
Contest: Quitters Never Win
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
dabbled duo —
tan toes spitter spatter sand...
Pollock’s mermaid splash...
impressionist spitfire dart
procreates in windward minds...
12/23/2020
The people’s choice
ain’t always the right footstool fit
Crown a throne sitter
with electric glam fanfare
Light the bright Roman candles
for a cancer stick spitter ...
See the fireworks in the air:
Inter
Continental
Ballistic
Missives
got voter arm drone sent
Cheek chicanery
is puffing pride hellbent
The home plate people say,
they know how to get around third base
The silent majority
whistle kicked a ballot bray:
Said they know how to rule and regulate
Mute mules got a gut promise packet
burst in their purse belly
White powder vows telly
is a politrician mix: Rublecon racket
Dressed to deceive,
they wear the gorgeous mink sable
Eyes often believe
spit paid broadcast signal on cable
Raw mink voltage
is copper wire insular selectable
Red carpet dotage
give Venus fly idol cries
to the froggy princes they chose
If the cold iron velvet glove
fits tight rightly on the bow hand
Send the poison arrow love
into bent hearts prone to knelling
It's saturday with friends arrived.
Unwelcomed spitter spatter on her wedding shower.
Nothing will dull their fun !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
American Lust
Rosewood
Black Hills
Wounded Knee
Chinese Massacre of 1871
Bloody Monday
The last black man shot
The first cop acquitted
The Chicago kid
that said "I'm wit' it"
The burnt flag
The spitter, the pisser,
the two that stood with
fist raised,
The ripper and Susan B. Anthonys
with needle and thread.
The soldier, the victim,
for those who cannot stand,
for bottled up passions that
often erupt into these
American Horror stories
always forgotten
For the guy with hands
raised and still blown away
Millionaires and billionaires;
for those without a nickel
to their name.
It isn't disrespect until it happens to you.
America the free, even
After all this time,
We still bleed
as if the Cavalry was
hootin and hollerin &
horses' hooves
a poundin'
pistols drawn
& women and children dyin'
Sit if you must
I ain't mad at you.
We all die
under
"In God we Trust"
Smoking spitter,
Hell is where is holiday,
We watch you stare us down,
Falling, but held in heaven's black old town,
Son of no father,
Father of everyone,
Is your kind of fire in my kind of heart?,
We are all born blind,
So do we all shine from the start?,
Sitting between the shine and shade,
Am I the "We" that you forbade?,
Watching you stare down,
Falling...
Still in heaven's black old town,
We just wait... for heaven's sundown,
We, as babies on the ground
While going to see a man about a horse Oh Susanna's don't tread on me but of course Little snake by any other name would be just as bitter piss and vinegar with forked tongue now who is the spitter Fighting without fighting within you named me Sioux like mustangs running freely they were brought too The deer the buffalo ran free they will again some allies some enemy but true is we are all kin The hearth of the matter to divide the seven stones conquering a fire of a people while scattering their bones
I am not a poet
I am the truth spitter
Don’t call me Christian
Call me disciple of my own religion
I am not a prophet of words
I am the prophecy
I am the words
I am the future
Plant a seed in me
And look at how it grows
Love and pain do go together
Love, however, I am not
I am pain
I’m the sorrow of tomorrow
I’ll corrupt your good morals
Your sacred feelings I will borrow
Step on them and burn them
And then I will return them
I will make you black inside
Smoke and fire go together
Smoke, however I am not
I AM FIRE
I will turn to dust everything you got
I’m the sorrow of tomorrow
And I am coming for you soon
Pour fourth your tranquility
Show us Your endless glee
You're just like a key...
Unlocking me free
From captivity...closing in on me
Shred me like paper... my emotions rip me apart...
As...if...
I had no point of existing...
I'd love to socialize here...
But I feel so tarnished
Tattered deep inside
My emotions
Swallow me alive
Like a dark, mystical tide
Pour me into His delightful cup,
Oh GOD! Give me
The strength to lift up my fist
Shred me like paper... my life doesn't matter
You make me cry tears of remorse...
Hear it spitter-spatter
Upon your rooftops...I wish I could mend your sores
The emotions cling on to me...
Always by my side
I wish it would...just...
Subside. . .
For they always beg for me
To go on a bumpy ride...
Sorry...I'd rather hide
And seek God's tranquility...
I'll remain by His side
Hopefully...I'm not denied
My future ride
Has arrived
Bitter black coffee and piping hot tea
Sit a-steaming and a-boiling just for me.
The java spits and sputters, and mutters in its wrath;
The yellow shrieks and bellows out of its kettle's mouth.
Spitter sputter, sput spit, whoo whoo whee!
Better bitter black coffee and piping hot tea
When the winter nights are raving
And the snowflakes are a-sailing,
Than ice-cream and candybars
Under a summer night's bright stars.
Dinosaurs have always been cool.
They crawled, snarled and baited
and raped, and stole and the others.
We'll never know what they are
but Jurrassic Park was close.
remember the snarled acid spitter?
It hocked in Newman's face.
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