How old are you, twenty-nine? Some stranger asked her.
Sinicker. Snicker.Snicker.Snicker.
Obviously has an underdeveloped brain.
As the senior was teased, the home’s lights began to flicker.
She heard the retreating whistle of a computer train.
I am a hundred and two, she replied, glad to be alive.
It was a lie, but who was going to catch her?
No one else here was around when she was born in 1905.
We came from
modernity for
teach beings
underdeveloped,
we found that
totally unhappy
are these retards
aliens
race scum
human... these
that segregated in
colonies where everything
happens equal to
the ancient days...
live impure,
dirty,
accumulating garbage...
live persecuted
by bacteria,
infected by
promiscuous contacts:
touches,
hugs,
kisses and
mating...
Practices since
long time banned
in modernity...
these practices
are animal
atavistic fruit
addictions...
copulation and
dual enjoyment...
we all realize
that the enjoyment is
individual...
each one has
his share of pleasure...
these addictions
prehistorics.
are so filthy
how to eat the
in opened air,..
or how they mix
Ingredients:
carbohydrates,
starches,
fats...
poor things!
unhappy that
survive
in thoughts
Out of reality of
Modern...
poor creatures
who still dare
practice love
with body
present...!
I wonder;
why we waste time, we have so little at all,
I wonder;
if there really is a crystal ball.
I wonder;
about things brewing beneath will it erupt?
I wonder;
what becomes of the underdeveloped?
I wonder
how much of life is motivated by inequalities of power,
I wonder;
if there really is an ivory tower.
I wonder;
why emotional pain you feel physical,
I wonder;
why love has to be so cynical.
I wonder;
what a miracle really looks like.
I wonder;
why they call us a dyke.
I wonder;
if I will ever grow up,
I wonder;
if I will drink from the golden cup.
I wonder;
what makes a person hate,
I wonder;
why you would tempt the hand of fate.
I wonder;
why I'm angry my whole life,
I wonder;
why I miss my wife.
I wonder;
why love makes it hard to breathe,
I wonder;
if my opponent has something up his sleeve.
I wonder;
if I'm living or slowly dying,
I wonder;
why people give up without even trying.
TURBO1904
Certain countries in our world have adopted
certain practices for development...
This in recent years...
However, some of these practices exist by default...
But the truth is that most still remain in certain areas...
Here some:
Correspondence courses and tele classes
How get paid fat bills without gaining weight...
How to raise "paper chicken" and
"Cardboard" meat.
Turtle plastic nutrition...
ALSO SELF-HELP BOOKS:
Oratory to convince proselytes,
Machiavellianism course for teenagers
Cretinism course for all tastes,
Scam for all occasions...
There were other important undergraduate courses such as:
EXPLICIT ,SCOUNDREL COURSE FINANCIAL CAMOUFLAGE AND
ECONOMIC MIRACLEIRISM...
TRAINING COURSE fpr ZUMBI.
SUPERIOR PROSELITICISM AND
POLITICAL VAMPIRISM...
Blossoms of dying leaves trees changing colors from Green the multi shades of red yellow orange means;
Disposal rose of the urban underdeveloped there's a school bus running over there earthen chuck holes;
Bullseye a clown's nose in the middle of his face is a red ball protruding between his cheeks above his mouth;
An Olive Branch a peace offering whether a Vulture and the Sparrow can feet aligned legs vertical together they stand side by side;
Vulturul despairing negative changes;
Environmental destiny death;
Now celebrating creating the new birth;
These are the beginning at the end of a new beginning
11/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Modernization will never complete Materialistically
It asks for moral and spiritual support
As man is too careless
To avoid repeating historical errors
As man is too selfish to share the enriched future
Many parts of the world still underdeveloped
And poverty instead of modernization rules them
Playful pony promenade
Quietly quizzing querulous quail
Respite regulated regimented rabbits
Studiously steering sterling striped starlings
Tricking trinkets, trunks and tributaries
Undervalued, underdeveloped, and underdone
Germ
By Jeremy Schumock
Jerm is my name
I used to think that was lame
After all, isn't a germ just a disease?
I hated that name
I felt like a pickle stuck between a rock and a hard place:
Relish.
After thinking I was contagious or underdeveloped,
I learned a germ is actually just
"The source from which something develops."
A germ is not a disease
I, Jerm, have no one but me to appease
Jerm is a seed planted in the soil
Watered with curiosity and countless years of animosity
Fertilized with the gift to empathize and compromise
And love as its source of vitamin D
Jerm is a seed that will not spoil
What was once just considered bacteria
Will soon (germ)inate,
And see that it was worth the wait
Like a flower knowing spring is coming soon
Like May slowly fading into June
And like anything else destined to bloom,
G[J]erms too are entitled to change,
And will inevitably grow into something of beauty and purpose.
Fluent as a rill, that wanders silver-footed down a hill,
Their manifestos raised our burried hopes from sepulchres,
Glittering like an aigrette of stars,
We believed they were refined gold.
Indeed, they deserve our patriotism and mandate,
Wholeheartedly, we gave them,
While hoping to enjoy the dividends of democracy.
Surprisingly, it came and faded like a wreath of mist at eve,
Suffering and smiling like well fed slaves,
But our cheeks are furrowed and writhen like rain-washed crags,
Our tear drops like water from an abandoned statue,
We have been neglected and underdeveloped,
It stung like a frozen lash.
The past is dotted with poverty, blood, sweat and pain,
The future is blurry and uncertain,
Like a mirage, vague, dimly seen at first,
Yet, we are still fighting and dying,
To eradicate corruption, nepotism, favouritism and sectionalism from our society,
But it's as futile as to oppose an earthquake with argument.
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.
As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.
They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.
Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!
They want to hear me talk about my past, present and future,
They want to see me pen my flaws,
And how I stitched them with good intentions.
They want to hear me say how I defied the laws of gravity,
Went up and never want to hit the ground again,
They wanna hear me talk about love and whom I want to marry.
They want to hear me say the street and hustling are the world's most neglected religions,
They want to hear me say how I skipped religion and politics,
Because the two brought discrimination and intolerance.
They want to hear me talk about how Europe underdeveloped Africa,
How I've suffered and how I'm going to die,
Sorry, ain't here for that now,
I'm just trying to satisfy my intense and insatiable hunger for light and truth.
Africa my continent
I remember you today as always
The cradle of civilization
The land of great and revered warriors
Endowed extravagantly with all God’s natural resources
Africa my continent
The land of great promise
Africa of Achebe’s Things fall Apart, I salute you.
Rise up and take your destiny in your own hands
The abundance of wealth in your bowels
Should be a blessing to your poverty-stricken children
Africa you must stop disappointing God
Africa my continent
It is time to purge your off-springs of notorious acronyms
Which have become their lot
The poverty capital of the world
The corruption infested countries
The third world countries
The least developed countries
Developing countries
-hole countries
Emerging economies
Underdeveloped countries
Arise Africa and shine for your star has risen!
As a young boy with older brothers
A father who was either drunk or in prison
My big brother had a one on one talk with me
About being developed
But first this story about Tom Sawyer
He read in school about Tom and played me for a fool
Somehow he talked me into painting his room blue, fact!!
But one day when all was quiet
He explained sex to me
No wonder I could never find a girl
Who liked me?
Darn Brothers anyway!
This guy prides himself in speaking gibberish
Multilingual, proud along with my limericks
Went to Benny Hill school
For underdeveloped fools
Passed with flying colours, ended up the class validick
Some May Forget But
Some may forget but
I still remember segregated times
churning hatred of evil lips
speaking from underdeveloped brain stems
sarcastic voices frightening little girls
who hid behind the embrace of notebooks
forbidden places and angrier faces
picket signs and a rain of dogs
scenes of civil injustice
ageless and fresh.
Some may forget but
I still remember segregated times,
traveling south and having to use
a wooded bathroom.
10/18/17
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