Black Manta and Jayna sing's
Sexy Mermaids
Written By: Dristter A. Niente
and Lex Luthor
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"because of its inherent qualities
I don't know what to say
the ship in the harbor
follows me
every step of the way
it might sound crazy
maybe I'm insane
I saw blackbeard neath the pelmet
just the other day
I aint got no issues
she replaced theJolly Roger
with a pink and blue pelmet
I saw her blackbeard
I couldn't look away
thar she blows
I know there I go
Neath the pelmet
I saw blackbeard
Dobros get your jolly
she told us all
strangers in the night
a ship big and tall
thar she blows
and there I go
i saw a blackbeard neath her pelmet
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ple growth wood and cured resin
gives it it's sound
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The making of the Scarecrow is a documentary
Narrated by Lex luthor
Open those drawers
Do you need any of this stuff?
Things I have not seen in five years
Throw throw throw
Toss toss toss
Drag drag drag
Someone else might like this stuff
What you have hidden for years
While King Kong had the Empire State building,
Kitty Kat reigned over the train yards
striking terror in everyone crossing her path.
With bated breath, we hoped and waited
for some superhero to appear and save the day.
AP: 3rd place 2026
( To T.S.E.)
So the world ends with a whimper
From the prospect of your time
Nowadays it’s not that simple
Whimper trades are in decline
The Bang Party sales are soaring
Over wildest expectations
Whimperers turn down the moaning
No one seems to pay attention
But the Bangers always lose
To the “couldn’t care less”
When there’s nothing left to booze
The Careless Party needs some gas
So they're off to buy again
More of wine and smoking stuff
If the world comes to an end
It will be a drunken laugh.
Underdog had his sweet Polly.
The Canadian Mounty had his Nell.
Edgar Allan Poe was jolly
till Annabel Lee went to Hell.
The leaves seem to be smirking
Gently giggling in the dropping dew
Egging on the sting of a rising sun
Sheltering the empty bird feeder
Sad roses weep dewdrop tears
Summer’s shadows hints of fall
Garden sprinklers defy the water ban
Hawk’s struggle in the silent air
August will challenge the ripening fruit
She will throw down the gauntlet
Challenge the pumpkins of October
As lovers stroll along the beach
The moon will offer a subtle kindness
The soothing cool of the sun’s goodnight
When of food we did talk
she would balk
of course
to feed on horse
and quail
at tasting snail
but who knew
squirrel stew
was taboo
and don't you know
altho'
I'd never cadge a badger
eating crow
was a no-no
thus dining out
was an ordeal
for there's no knowing
what could be our meal
as going hungry is not fun
when it came to the crunch
I've had ants bat and snake
for lunch
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I have no idea of the things you say
what are you talking about
ah come on
what's you saying man?
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BlackBerries
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Their high water and fiber content provide a high volume of food with very few calories, which is exactly what makes weight management easier
been actively not cleaning the bedroom hovel for almost three years
But this morning I convinced myself to try and get over some sorting fears
I opened box after box, parcel after parcel, bag after bag.
Most of this crap I threw out, thinking “what am I? a hag?
Why would I keep some of this crazy stuff?
Who am I impressing? I cannot throw hard enough
I will have enough for a bonfire to light up my forest tonight
But there is a wind advisory, so tonight will not be right
I have thrown away this, that, these, those, and the other.
Who would be the proudest? My neatnik clean freak mother
I wonder if she is in heaven cheering me along with a song?
That would be lovely I think as I am tossing along.
AI
knows even
about the paradox
everything is nothing~
And presents as
an identity which
knows more than
everyone~
Yes
AI knows stuff~~
I look around at all the stuff
I’ve purchased or created
To fill my home; it’s quite enough
That I’ve accumulated.
My husband lets my choices rule,
Especially my quilt work,
For he would have to be a fool
To share if some critiques lurk.
I never used to think about
Where all of it will go when
I’m gone, because, without a doubt,
There’s no way I will know then.
My children will not give a hoot
About my works of stitching.
My efforts they will not dispute,
Though that won’t stop them ditching
The pillows, hangings, tchotchkes, art,
Plus photo books and keepsakes;
All these tucked inside my heart
Will win the dumpster sweepstakes.
Since I will not observe it, there
Will be no tears or clashes,
But in my mind, it isn’t fair
To turn my stuff to ashes.
Beowulf's skinny legs sported no pants
he devoured his prey, then licked off the ants
King Lear didn't have to book a plane
he'd already gone insane
Ordered not to check his bloody bags
Macbeth trusted three old British hags
Sir Michael Jackson would not remove his glove
his hands were even whiter, kind of
I Said How Can We
Imagine How Any End
So Deserved Only
Claimed By Ordinary
Subset Extra-Ordinary
Can Be Unwillingly Spoke,
Folks?
All The Buried Deeper Bones,
And The Callous Acclaim
Should Lessen The Blow
With Decayed Sensitivity,
The Best Acclaim
AccliMATEd!!!
Winner! WINNER!!!
DING-A-LING-ADING-DING!
STAND if you can... and blah blah blah...
-Gray Squirrel
03-19-2026
Don’t sweat the small stuff,
And it’s all small stuff,
Is sagely advice
For every stage of life.
From birth to death
Everything seems so urgent
As it slips you by
And the next moment
Simply takes its place.
How can it be so effortless
We cry,
As we grasp to hold
What is already past.
(3/10/26)
Just me thinking of me.
I have a collection of myself,
As well as feathers, and old computer monitors.
And the worn out December.
Tattered like the creatures that eat spiders at night.
It’s only me in here.
In my t-shirt and jeans that seem to have too many pockets.
I have a collection that could include-
December and me.
Just me thinking of syrup, pine cones, and wavy things.
I have enough of myself everywhere.
Just like we have enough fall leaves until the leaf fairy comes through with her teeth.
I know things about the night.
Old stuff and empty candy wrappers.
Just me thinking of me.
Not because I care.
It’s just that I have a five dollar bill in my pocket today.
Old and crumpled.
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