Pink Santa only had one goal that day
To point out the mystery gift to his cousin Trey
Trey made fun of him, so the pointing stopped
in the picture, his finger got cropped
So, Trey had to wait until Christmas Day
To find out which package held his sleigh
It was his own fault, he should not have been a bully
Making fun of Santa for wearing pink, which was silly
I raced down the stairs and went on my way,
balancing dishes, numbering trey:
A charcuterie board with neatly sliced ham,
some dainty crackers and strawberry jam -
and delectable cookies on a tray.
Should I have brought something else instead?
I didn't want to appear ill-bred.
I tripped as I thought,
but balanced to save what I bought,
and broke an arm, a leg, and my head.
On Monday Jay was rather gay
merry I mean not the other way
on his algebra he got an A
boasted a bit in way of a bray
what about Tuesday was it a good day?
Yes, because it’s the day he gets his pay
this was stated by his girlfriend Fay
She is older than most, her hair is gray
Wednesday was a different kind of day
Jay spent the day loading Nebraska hay
then he went swimming down by the bay
with his best friend, a funny guy, Trey
What about Thursday? Asked nosey aunt May
She likes things dreary, gloomy and gray
Should I worry? Do I need to pray?
Quite honestly, I had nothing to say.
I had not seen either Jay or Trey
Maybe they were missing since Thursday.
I knew this would amuse dreary Aunt May
So, I made up a lie said cousin Ray
Pirates snatched them and took them away
because they knew where a treasure lay
Old Aunt May began to moan, chant and sway
When they returned she took credit that day
Be not like lazy unproductive people who only depend on easy money for a living.
'Cause on their deathbed, they'll be asking themselves if what have they accomplished. They could have been better if trey tried to be productive, other than scouring upon other people's litter.
They are like dirt whose only task is to stick upon someone's fingernails.
January 23, 2024, PST, SPC
He writes op-eds for Fox and admires Don Bongino, Ed Henry, Brian Kilmeade,
Trey Gowdy, Bill Hemmer, Will Cain, Jason Chaffetz, Stuart Barney, Jesse Watters, Raymond Arroyo, Tucker Carlson, Laura Ingraham, Mark Levin, Pete
Hegseth, Greg Gutfeld, and Lou Dobbs.
He predicted as a result of the 2020 election the country would be bitter, democrats would be blamed for making Trump into a monster, they would lose their power within two years and be considered a radical party.
He predicted that Biden would have no popular support, would not be able to put through any legislation, would never have a nominee for Supreme Court Justice and would eventually be relieved of his duties.
Even though most saw Trump as vulgar, uncouth, divisive and eccentric, Hanson would still vote for him. He saw Trump as a builder, dynamic leader, a regular guy from Queens and a better choice even with his bad boy attitude.
Nikki Haley, Sean Spicer,
Trey Goudy, Richard Grenell,
Sean Hannity, Bill O'Reilly,
Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin,
Rick Santorum, Tucker Carlson,
Rupert Murdoch, Kimberly Guilfoyle,
Ed Rollins, Eric Trump,
Ivanka Trump, Donald Trump, Jr,
Brian Kilmeade, Laura Ingraham,
Dan Bongino, Raymond Arroyo,
Steve Hilton, Kayleigh McEnany,
Maria Bartiromo, John Gibson,
Andrew Gilligan, Steven Milloy,
Karl Rove, Bill Shine,
Eric Bolling, Ed Henry,
Jared Kushner, Tomi Lahren,
Alan Dershowitz, Elizabeth McDonald,
Stuart Varney, Dagen McDowell,
David Asman, Gregg Jarrett,
Ashley Webster, Jason Chaffetz,
Candace Owens, Bo Dietl,
Judy Slater, Greg Gutfeld,
Steve Doocy, Harris Faulkner,
Dana Perino, Mark Steyn,
Leo Terrell, Jeanine Piro,
Dean Cain, Scott Brown,
Charles Payne, Jay Sekulow,
Lou Dobbs, Rick Scott,
Trace Gallagher, Newsmax,
OAN and Real America.
a fondness
a suttle glance
a need to be with you
wanna take ah chance
the right night
saying the right words
listening to your every word
it's all about love
can we stop them
from meddling
it's like trrying to
make the sun from shing
we just endure it all
we'll just endure it all
so we can be together
promise me you
won't frown again
promise me
everyday our love just begens
keep me cool
in tough situations
SOUTH PARK HOLIDAY DIET
There once was a boy, named Eric Cartman.
A roly-poly little brat, sorely in need of a diet!
His friend Kenny had the just the answer:
"Just date a belly dancer, eat lots of candy canes,
And soon you'll be thin and svelte as Santa's reindeer, Prancer."
December 24, 2019
Note: Based on the television USA adult, animated comedy series,
"South Park."
{Created by Trey Parker and Matt Stone.}
accursed creepily haunting
Phantasmagoria wraiths
vandalize residents psyches
within their sleep induced state
Sublimation shunts
slumbering souls
unknowingly held hostage
successfully sacrificing
Semi-smothered silent species
snoring simians steadfastly succumb
subsequent sibilant sounds
woo woebegone wicked transmogrification
dilapidated divested bodies deposited
wizard waves wand
watching whirling wretched lovely bones
whipsawing (in toto) within abyss
whooshing whistling wheezing
whets warlocks appetite wakening
brutish nasty nightmare
sinister hulking spirits
steal assorted corporeal essence
monstrous mashing somnambulant
mephistophelian shadowy satanic satyrs
supremely swallow senior citizen bankers
deep within catacombs
of Highland Manor,
deadened defeated Delphic Oracle
relegates human husks,
viz spent embodiments
to the under world lay siege
sinisterly seeding, via sinister spirits
one pure evil particularly wicked
witch thy capering
sickening ghastly plot against
unsuspecting spouse snatched
parch trey gnarled warty claws.
Today, this morning, it’s on,
The biggest battle of the week,
Down by the broken bridge,
The one on Old Man creek.
Hell’s Angel, Ugly Pete,
Will take on Two Tooth Trey,
The winner taking all the glory,
Crowned King for the day.
Pete is a south-paw,
While Trey’s a sneaky switch hitter,
And neither of them,
Have ever been a quitter.
Today, this morning, it’s on,
The best Staring Contest you’ll see,
At this quiet old folks home,
Straight after morning tea.
Mom would always tell me don’t be hasted all ways
Listen remember always to put the third on the end
Of your last name think to my self I have political
Correct name and if I don’t say so sound proof
But in to the day I seen man die I learn tie my shoe
Going to funeral after funeral
They just call me the good cousin
Lesson I learn just from cook out family is
Family why not capital that and just listen
I may of struggle but one thing first I always
Ate
Why give up your tray at lunch
Got phone call from Mexican and Italy
They said just listen tell by the way they talk
Must been family think to my self
Ain’t three trey in Italian
Always remember mom said son
Your name tell your hold story
“JASON” and I guess then
Biracial kids was rare from the city I’m from
But now is it a good time to be called by my
Louis Anotino Borgo III
The Good Cousin.
Dear God,
You know my thoughts before I think them, you know my needs before I need them, and you know if my heart prays from a state of purity. I have approached the throne boldly and with confidence, I have beseeched, I have supplicated, I have begged, and I have brought my orison to you that you might give unto me what I ask. I have tilled the ground where hope springs eternal and I have nurtured my sapling with blood, sweat, tears, milk, honey, and both lamentations and panegyrics. So I offer my entreaty again to bless me with what I ask. Thank you in advance.
Yours Truly,
Human # 61,968,494,703 (Trey)
He served me up an ice cream sundae on a trey,
with only one cherry on top to my dismay,
instead asked the maitre dee for a parfait,
he said roger that I'll bring it back with no delay,
And while at the cafe I overheard a lady saying she wanted to sue,
angry about the dry cleaners ruining her rose suit,
I just went about my way the story getting harry,
next thing I knew my boyfriend asked me to mary me,
We ended up getting married on a summer's eve,
but my new husbands colin burst when he let out a sneeze,
using a philips screwdriver that was up my sleeve,
we put it back now intact with one les bill to grieve,
Then later I managed to get stuck in the john,
my husband jimmied the lock and I was gone,
soon things started to get back to newlywed norm,
each day waking up for our jobs at the break of dawn,
Afterwards for 9 months ate nothing but pickles and candy,
suddenly I felt my luke warm water break which was jim dandy,
now baby makes three which means more to cary,
along with our pet tomcat whom we named scaredy.
11-10-16
As I sit here, the world tumbles along, like a tumbleweed, persistent, never ceasing, and sometimes without purpose,
At a glance, dry, thorny, a vesicles for nothing and no one, carrying forgotten destinies to the ends of the known universe ceaselessly,
But, as I sit here, I take a second look, and find not tumbleweed, nor forgotten destiny, but a monument,
A monument of past lives, accomplishments, failures, imperfection, love, harmony, war, scandal, persistence, struggle, a monument of unspoken depth, speaking of the human spirit,
Vandalized though it may be, passed by without a glance at times, but ever present, reminding us, that life happens, and that existence is a struggle,
But it persists, ceaselessly, and will last forevermore until the end of time, to the ends of the universe, unceasing, bearing the mark of humanity, and still we struggle on..
- Trey Capello
When we speak, it shall be only in songs, bursting in life and love it belongs, to the speaker of
songs, the heart that is gone, the warmth that spreads beneath our bed sheets,
Speak in song, for stories are to played out, worn down, trampled, there is no rhythm to
stories,
The push and pull, the push and pull, the aching throb, the ocean of emotion, stories.. They
don't own this, for songs speak out in the darkness when there is no light, boldly treading into
narrow spaces like the souls of might, beating on against the rain, making an appearance,
Where stories wait for an end, an unidentified conclusion that will satisfy those left in the
dust, songs tread into darkness, creating their own endings, and beginnings, but not in
stories, in songs,
The beginnings of a new and unexplored song, waiting to be sung.
- Trey Capello
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