Feud Tyrannosaurus Techs spewed they must be Taurus
Their notorious own porous homegrown lewd chorus
On a heinous hardcore intravenous tour to floor us
Felling their telling of spoof truths pointless like Icarus
Fury jury swelling..no quelling now imbued enormous
Screwed slewed after being pursued...they deplore us
Mood brewed skewed by a crude & rude thesaurus
Be shrewd make sure this brood are booed eschewed
Moan their scary lairy tone or drone's prone to bore us
Can you feel the real deal hoodoo or juju hex
One sex tech conquest & manifest wrecks perplex
Flex your cerebral cortex protest against the new Rex
Hullabaloo of voodoo we must contest & vex
Vain inane randy Deejays handy on dandy sandy decks
A bane.. vloggers..joggers & bloggers texts & trend treks
Reign of hooray Henry’s forays with oversized unwise specs
Disdain from plain Jane “ex” glowering while devouring Tex Mex
Train..campaign for brawn not brain.. divulging bulging necks & pecs
The lot have got an absurd follow the word of the herd complex
Flecks of lies flutter & splutter in the utter nutter echo chamber gutter that is “X”
Never ending..mind bending curmudgeon bludgeon chorus of Tyrannosaurus Techs!
I thought it would be fine
to find an alien in the jungle
talked about it to everyone
We headed into the Amazon
I was thinking about running into a puma,
space ships, aliens, a dragon,
and possibly a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You cannot imagine how horrified I was
to find an extra large twenty-foot snake
headed my way making hisses
Dave
Reflective, questioning, introspective, introverted
Father of Daniel
Lover of Daniel, music, and mathematics
Who feels wonder, gratitude, and sentiment
Who fears climate change, nuclear war, and ill health
Who would like to see a passenger pigeon, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and Pentangle in concert
Resident of Seal Beach, California
Crandall
Daniel
I admit, I'm awfully proud
Of traits with which my son's endowed -
Handsome, kind, thoughtful, wise, and bright.
Could it be, I did something right?
Barefooted, I keep sliding
Shuffling down the Long Grass Street
To the fountain of Poseidon
Where some ageless people meet
Think it’s time to see my friend
And a dog of hers as well
Time to talk about the end
If there’s something new to tell
Windows open, doors ajar
Most of habitants look out
Some drink whiskey from a jar
Some are smoking, talking loud
Round the corner music’s playing
That I’m quite familiar with
Big and small boats keep on sailing
With a little help of breeze
I would like to join the chorus
But I look for better treat
Humming Rex Tyrannosaurus
Walking down the Long Grass street
I’m a knee-deep in the grass
By the fountain I see you
Smiling through the jets of glass
In your shirt of navy blue.
If I was as big as a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I would go to Paris and hug the Eiffel Tower
You might scare people, her husband suggested
I would not look like a Tyrannosaurus Rex,
I would just be as big as one
How would that scare anyone? she asked him
I would be scared of a hundred foot woman, he said.
She rolled her eyes at her husband.
I know, she said. For you are scared even of me.
he did not know where to go with this,
since she held grudges, he quietly tiptoed into the living room
where his beer was waiting
If I was as big as a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I would go to Paris and hug the Eiffel Tower
You might scare people, her husband suggested
I would not look like a Tyrannosaurus Rex,
I would just be as big as one
How would that scare anyone? she asked him
I would be scared of a hundred foot woman, he said.
She rolled her eyes at her husband.
I know, she said. For you are scared even of me.
he did not know where to go with this,
since she held grudges, he quietly tiptoed into the living room
where his beer was waiting
We exploit her gifts, polluting, robbing.
Mother earth has a soul and we've
all heard her sobbing..
Too many species are now extinct.
We need to slow down, reassess, think..
Exxon, Shell, Chevron need new tools,
stop their reliance on our fossil fuels.
These companies must end their
greedy ambitions. They are responsible
for 71% of our global emissions..
We've known that it's coming.
Don't act perplexed.
We could be the next Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Man has been so blessed with this beautiful planet,
for goodness sakes, lets top taking her for grant it.
We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it.
Grisly deeds yellow in archives waiting to be refined and improved.
Tyrannosaurus Rex wakes in a drop of amber, takes a look around,
decides to go extinct again.
Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over coffee and donuts
Evil has friends on Facebook,
the commonplace entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born are culled and are tax deductible.
On the other hand the plague business is thriving.
There are killings on the market –
and of course everywhere else.
We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it.
Grisly deeds yellow in archives waiting to be refined and improved.
Tyrannosaurus Rex awakes in a drop of amber, takes a look around,
decides to go extinct again.
Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over coffee and donuts
Evil has friends on Facebook,
the commonplace entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born are culled and are tax deductible.
On the other hand the plague business is thriving,
there are killings on the market –
and of course everywhere else.
From marble and granite to steel and glass,
we were discussing Rhina Espaillat’s On the Avenue in class,
was it 1950s or 1980s NYC and were the fifties
the city’s halcyon days or is it now, the 2020s,
the boroughs teeming with immigrants
from the round earth’s imagined corners,
Hasidim and Muslim, Haitian and Russian, as we
Italians and Irish in an earlier era were. Everything will
be ok or not, the recombinations which make
prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless
and each individual an experiment gone well or wrong.
On the avenue God speaks by spewing
toy and clothing stores, breakdancers and ice skaters,
the Brooklyn Navy Yard seen from the Brooklyn Bridge,
the skyline admired when my car broke down on the Triborough Bridge.
The numbers of us overwhelm, there exist powers
overwhelming for the human body and mind.
I don’t mind but I can’t make sense of it.
Gandhi said What you do may not seem important
but it is very important that you do it. By that what is meant?
Linda complained Why does God always have to be a man?
I replied He could be a she but She’s probably really
a Tyrannosaurus rex. I like to be in America!
We are identical twins
believing in none of the same things
as alike as a tennis shoe is to a tyrannosaurus rex’s jawbone
We used to play and laugh
We had a silent laugh that creeped out the rest of the family
It could last for a month or two at a time
But then one of us grew up, and moved away.
Became a political being, whereas the other one
does not remember half the time which one is a donkey
We are identical twins
who used to have a mother and father
who kept us together, in the same car, at the same church
We used to be together on so many things
Before I realized there are other religions and other languages
And before my twin forgot who she was and became a social media stirrer of trouble.
We barely speak now
When we do we are careful
She professes to hate liberals, and I am the most liberal liberal I know.
Luckily, I also know that she does not know what a liberal is.
Some people do not have to know what “they are” in order to despise them.
We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it.
Yet more grisly deeds yellow in archives
waiting to be resuscitated and refined.
Tyrannosaurus Rex awakes in a drop of amber,
takes a gander, decides to go extinct.
A Dark Net spreads like arsenic and syrup.
Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over donuts.
Evil has friends on Facebook.
The commonplace entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born are culled,
Plague businesses thrive.
There are killings on the market, viral wars
burst spiky eruptions of emojis.
Slave traders operate from strip-malls
owned by chauffeured demons,
while journalists huddle in their alabaster cities
undimmed by human tears.
Pandemonium is the addiction of choice
and the eyes of those in power
glitter in the clear blue sky-dreams
of both the heartless and the homeless.
Drugged you are America,
soon to be sold on an auction block
of your own drugged choosing.
We once sang for you America,
O Beautiful America.
God had blessed baby tyrannosaurus
Much more than allo or stegosaurus
Baby T played piano
She even sang soprano ~
Formed the sweetest a cappella chorus
Most well-known dinosaur I suspect
Is the star of Hollywood, Tyrannosaurus Rex
These guys vainly
Walk around mainly
But to fly Pterodactlyls must flap like heck
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