This timid heart a 200bpm rabbit
not like that you vulgarian
like a frightened excitable permanently pulsating
come on
mammal living some say existing
largely underground
afrightened and ascurvy
Riddled with the pestilence
of forgotten decades
and winters long gone
which laid down their stains
upon the landscape
frosted thistles and tree circles
yet all it takes is a kind word
Oh Mr Dickens
a mere sniff never mind a teaspoonful of gruel
the tiniest glimmer
of hope in the form
of a one-line response
No matter how indifferent, ineffectual
or shadow insolent
just keep
hanging on
that's what you do best
Just keep hanging on
until that one day...
There is no longer one more day
but at least you held on with
elasticated hope until that final day which
if you care to think about it
is something, but then again
Call me Joe
I do not take pleasure in seeing the Joe Bidden
in the throes of senility, those who pushed him
into running, knew he was not sharp
he was always the company man
did their work
From what I know about this man
"Call Me Joe" was about a nasty man who
suffered low grades at school, but he had
the cunning of fools voting for those
who could make his life better
Tus he rise in power as a man to
be rusted
and we know what that entails
AI did trust him implicitly, owned them
many favors I blame Obama, who
who joined the have classes as soon as he could
with swimming pools and dubious sex
he also bears a unified hatred of the white
a shade lighter, damn it.
The elite of the USA are pushing America
into a war where working people will die
fighting perceived freedom while they
luxuriate in the Bahamas
We have a man, a Vulgarian, and as
Chas Freeman said about hi, the clock is
right, this might be his moment of truth
As for Joe Biden, only Israel might mourn
his passing
Speech of a drunken sailor,
muttering foul things ...
utterly gutter manure color
Filthy thoughts sent virus airborne,
dirty mind intimations tattooed on
She’s a vulture vulgarian —
Carcass breath
spreads her dead bosom infection
Unrefined manners, coarse habits
Crude behavior ill-defines
her pagan talk, smutty actions
Obscene gestures is this wench heifer’s
favorite, non-verbal expression
Her unclean vocal droppings
is a flirty cow pasture indiscretion
O’ witchy woman, so vulture vulgarian
Your condor exhalation
is cemetery-grade, crypt vapor carrion
Speech of a drunken turn-key,
muttering vile things ...
words detestable, ought not be
Deplorable lip belches sent coldly, nether bound —
a putrid place, wherein is only the hot slug sound
Trump
A week is a long time in politics it also a long time in an old man`s life
who knows it can end when he sleeps; I say that and think of suicide
watching the entertainment on Portuguese TV the utter banalities makes me
shake uncontrolled fall to the floor until she switches off the telly.
Ok I admit to being over the top, she have been away for a week with
TV off most of the time except when watching the news on Franc 24 and
counting their lies and the omissions I take a grim pleasure watching
the new reader speaking his lines not listening to what he is saying like
a human robot and now we have got Trump he is theatrical ok mind,
he only do one-dimensional figure and is unable to be someone else
as his ego is big as Mount Everest like it or not he is the best president ever.
Democrats are stunned they are used to the hypocrisy of politicians it
has become a norm …and now this vulgarian is in power, tells his truth
as he sees it some agree, he promised the working class people
EMPLOYMENT.
For the time being, we believe, the day will come when the smug liberals
string him up below the statue of Abe Lincoln
Flighty menacing display
Revealing lazily at first
Patience for
The eye to perform
The vulgarian within
This firing, booming whirlwind
Is hazardous and rash
While still precisely creating
Rare sights
Bemusing the consciousness as Strong while stunning
Mysterious colours flourish
Sheeting merciful liquid
Craved from the core
Permeates and rations
Sometimes oppressively
Continually raising
Trying thoroughly to replenish
Respecting the mother earth
Shivering, locked therein
Waiting for…………
The Storm……………
To Pass………………
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