Class Warrior 

Do you know me?
Do you think you know me?
I see your gaze forevermore
In the vast supermarket of ideas.

I am the irresistible force
I am the immovable object
A lion in winter
I will always be.

I am the tiger, tiger
Burning bright
In Blake's forest of the night.
Do you think you know
In what furnace burnt my brain?

I am the libido of the revolution
That will not rest content
Until Judgement Day.
Do you know? Did I say?
That there is indeed a way
To make this nation and the world
Swoon and sway!

An Apocalypse of terror in the night
For those who have never known of right.
To me you are a sorry sight
Whose soul is lost in fetid fright!

"Cast a cold eye
On life, on death"
As Yeats would have wanted it
"Horsemen pass by."

"Ireland Forever"
Was my brother's cry!
"Liberte, Equalite, Fraternate"
Was my sister's!

I am the godson of Lenin
The apostle of Mao!
Do you still think you know me?

In the language of class war
I speak of peace
As being something someone finds
On the battlefields
Amongst the dead.

And yet forevermore at most
Will you see me in this vast unknown host.

Do you know me?
Do you think you know who I am?

Amore'

Pizza pie

In my eye

As I lie

On your thigh

That's amore'

When it's enough 

To want to cry

In the sweet 

By and by

That's amore'

Of the wherefore

And the why

I can only sigh

But when the pi 

Hits my eye 

That's amore'

Make it fresh

In a breath

Pepperoni 

Is my only 

Amore'

Home

Home is where

The heart is,

Start is, tart is...

Easy peasey

Kind of cheesey

No one to pleasey

But my one and only

Ever lonely

Altogether self.

Sittin' on a shelf

High up in the Himalayas 

Of my mind,

The road to true self

Seems easy peasey

No one to pleasey.

Also the true blue

Of that ever esoteric hue

Should be a clue.

As to my ultimate destiny

The eschatology

Of my biology

As a life well lived 

Speaks for itself.

The epistemology of such

Is bound to be found

In the existential wisdom

Of all the lost sages

In the vast cavalcade of ages

Come home at last

To a hero's welcome.

The Four Horsemen

Onward "Christian" soldiers

Marching off to war

How you gonna hold yours 

When you serve the Whore?

Of Babylon we speak

And the Mark of the Beast

That's on you!

Onward go ye "Christian" soldiers

Like a swarm of lemmings

In heat,

Or better yet a locust plague

Marching to a beat

Like the Four Horsemen

Safe on their saddle seat.

Bringing death and mayhem

To our planet Earth.

In you there is just darkness

Without a trace of mirth.

The spawn of Satin that you are 

To distant lands afar

Death, misery, pain, and suffering 

Is what your blindness brings.

For you no Blue Bird of Happiness sings

Cause you see people as merely things.

Warships of death with wings

Worship of the kings

And queens, presidents,

Ministers

The high born of all ages.

You slew the prophets and the sages

Against you the Universe rages.

Abandon hope all ye who enter there

For you there is no prayer

Only History's condemnatory stare.

Chores I Abhore 

Vacuuming is one chore
That I abhore
To stay in bed and snore
Is what I adore.

House cleaning and its lore
Has nevermore 
Repulsed me.
I ain't no Mr. Clean-

You know what I mean?
This is one scene
That I want to split-
Splat and I'm done

With it.
And all domesticity 
Hangs in the balance
Between heaven and hell-

And my new found belle
Ain't too fond of the smell.
So what the hell
Clean up this mess-

I might as well.

Tittle-tattle
Willy-waddle
Has it that I'm 
Back in the saddle

Riding high 
And living clean
Oh, my-I sigh
What does this mean?

I'm off to a good start
But then lay a fart
So me and my tart
Are now far apart.

She was fickle
As a pickle
To her name not a nickel
Had one pot to piss in-

Her ride?
An old bicycle!

Built for two
She wasn't 
And though a rank beginner
At least I got in 'er.
 

Happy Holidaze!


Double-bubba
Double-trubba
Two for the price
Of one!

What on Earth
Can cause such mirth?
My twin's awakening
Will be Earth a-shakening!

To dry the tears
And end the fears
The future nears
As an aion of years-

Separates one from 
The Other!
In Kingdom Cum
They will be done

And on Earth 
A piece of ass
To all men
Of good will!

i am the hero of my own life
without a family without a wife
but nevertheless plenty of strife

for want of wear i was lacking
the town i was sacking
my mind i was racking

another round into the chamber
of my sordid delight
no end in sight night after night

i burnt the candle at both ends
at once twice even thrice
removed from the reality

that affects mere mortals
i the hero
my very own nero

setting the world ablaze
in an Afghan hash haze
and all those sorry assed days

come to naught
for what i sought
could not be bought
or at least so i had been taught

by the esteemed grey heads
in tales told to the young
who were only young for a moment
in the time that was mine
but eternal the kernel
of truth that remained
to inform my soul

of a better daze and hazier ways
along my own private path
to heaven's gate
only to end prostrate
from the pain in my prostate