The Party of the Sheeple

Hillary is easy to pillory
As Sanders meanders.
Biden is through bidin'
This time this swine
Has proven he's slime!
Warren holed up in her warren
Is through with party warrin'!

And so the show must go
On and on....
As we yawn and fawn.
Ever the party of the people
Loyal as well to the steeple
It's helped to produce a nation of sheeple
As we view this sorry scene 
Through this tiny political peephole!

Ten thousand nukes
On hair trigger release 
A love of war but never of peace!
Under such a threat 
The U.S. may soon cease.

God and the Devil
Have become one
The billionaires revel
As nations and cities
Their bombs level!

The end is near
So it does appear
But our vision is clear-
If only people will hear!
There's no Apocalypse to fear
So says the sage and ancient seer!

We must put it right
Through the people's might
And give the Billionaires
An existential  fright!

So get out of our sight
You who may slight
That we have a world to win
And only our chains to lose.
Take a look at the news-
It's no time to snooze
Or hit the booze!

If the nukes go off
Emitting beautiful hues
You will have waisted
These dire clues.

From one who has been there
And seen it all
Who only seeks now to disenthrall
The might of the masses

Confused by Dem asses.

Double AA Rated!

The group's anonymous
And with drunks synonymous
Its truth ain't Bosch 
More like Heironomous! 
 It is however quite eponymous
Nevertheless quite hard upon us!

We tell our truth 
Like biblical Ruth
Past ways uncouth 
Forsaken forsooth!

Forever more and a day
All I have to say
Drunk's not worth it to stay
But such a monster to slay!

Once truth was a lie
That was ever so sly
Life rife in a pig stye
No sense in the bye and bye!

A dangerous cult
Was this the result?
Our being in tumult
Like a figurine of Hummoldt!

To the voice of reason
We do surrender
It's absolute treason
To our drinking season!

Internalized hate
Out on a date
The sex was great
We could not wait
Her ass to rate
As a possible mate!

Such rules are for fools
And not new tools
And a serious criticism
Of our dubious whiticism!

Such screwed up ways
In a moral haze
Nevermore the daze
Booze on us preys.
Many a heart stays 
Till the end of days! 

The Easier Softer Way!

A group anonomous
That hates is synonomous
With a lot of bosch
That ain't Hieronymus!

It is however
Quite eponomous
And nevertheless 
Hard as hell upon us.

So we tell the truth
Like a biblical Ruth
About its ways uncouth
That we sought forsooth.

Forever more and a day
Its all that I have to say
That it's not worth it to stay 
And this dragon not slay!

Its "truth" is a lie
That's ever so sly
And its morals campaign
A perfect pig stye!

A dangerous cult
Is the end result
Of its being in tumolt
Like the figurines of Hummoldt!   

It speaks of surrender 
To the force of unreason
Which is literal treason
To logic in such a season.

To internalize one's hate
Seems very out of date
Except in this state
Of the forever un-great
Who can not wait
To blacken your slate
And your soul to rate!

Their leaders are fools
And just willing tools
To skiffle all witticism
That offers up criticism! 

Of their screwed up ways
In their moral haze-
Nevermore the days
On me that it preys!  
 
 

"The Donald"

Donald Duck
Is full of muck
A you know what-
He can go and suck!

A no-trump hand
That's in command
Will give the guy 
A reprimand.

Lewd and crued
Or just plain screwed?
With a rug on his head
And a bimbo in his bed
That he'll never ever wed!
Enough said!

A tramp like Trump
Can kiss my rump
His babes he'll pump 
Then quickly dump!

A bully and a thug
Who wears a rug
Babies he'll hug
So he can play
With their bug!

A real estate mogul
Whose a political mongrel
And like Genghis Kahn
A real estate Mongol!

It's the world
He may mangle
Given his angle
But this nation at best
May be his sole quest!

The great Trump name
Is a mark of shame
On a nation that'll be
Never again the same,
Until this Beast is
Finally made tame!

This culture of fame
In Rome was the same
Until J.C. came-
The Beast to blame. 



Author/poet's youtube reading-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTEG48Gt4lk

Those Randy Old Royals

Liz is the queen
Held in the highest esteem
By the many and the few
And all the boys in blue!

Their world may be mean
But Liz is ever keen
To never make a scene 
Or her conscience to over-ween!

She has a Browne hue
That often will ensue
To make her subjects 
Shout out: P-U!

The Archbishop of Canterbury
May be in a big hurry
And like the rest does he scurry
To her place warm and furry!

In her place down under
His thrusts produce thunder
That cause Liz to wonder
If the royal person might split asunder!  

Prince Charlie
On his Harley
Likes to get all snarely!

He had himself a fling
So he can't be a king!
For that we should sing
And let church bells ring-
Ding-a-dong-ding
His ass is in a sling!

But Dianna our huntress
Has wounded their hearts!
To see all the royal parts
Handed over to the old farts,
Useless dilettantes, and mindless tarts!

The Lord Mayor of London Towne
Is another big clown.
Boris can bore us
He can scream and shout
Proving thus to the stout
That he's a jolly-good lout! 

And so he goes
Without any clothes
Walking on his toes
Amidst the blows
From some jolly-good hoes!

Poor Di had to die
Without Liz sounding a sigh.
We ask this crowd why
In the sweet bye and bye?

Now Willy and Kate
Were happy to mate
Without ever a date
To dance or skate!

The result is Charlotte 
The new royal harlot!
Oh, what a brew
This motley crew!
Could it be true
That out of the blue
Me they may sue
To spare these few?

I care not a whit
They are so full of it,
And prove by such
That they are all too much!

Old London Towne
And its mayorial clown
Just love this mirth 
About the  republic's birth!

But Lizzy's in a tizzy
That makes her dizzy
Her duke just puked
So she had him nuked!

The republic may be
The answer for me
For me and we
And even for thee!
So let us see
From across the sea
The answer to our plea!

For the sake of what's edible
I'll make this charge credible-
Merry olde England is headable
By other than this
Warm pitcher of piss
That's easy to diss
And finally dismiss!

As the royals roil
The people doth boil
At their endless toil
And the high cost of oil!

BP and Shell
Of, what the hell
Can anyone tell
Liz and the Dutch hag
That it's time to sell
Each and every well
That makes the royal fortune swell
Despite the bad smell
And a world going to pieces
Pall Mall.

Monkey Business

Is it possible that
Everything that needs to be written
Has already been wrtiiten
And that
The great scrum of words
That boil out of my fetid and fevered imagination
Are merely swill upon the page
Vomited up
In the service of the ultimate dictator
And destroyer of consciousness
In us all-
Ego?

Ten (or is it one hundred?) monkeys
Sitting and probably shitting
At their respective keyboards
Given enough thyme
So the scientists say-
Could produce the entire canon
Of world literature on everything
That has already been written
Not by these scientists at their keybaords
But by actual true and reliable
Human beings.

This denigration of art
Lays a fart
And is fit only for a tart
Who in life never had a start!

We are a world apart!

This mechanized mind
Of the mechanical kind
Can never find in me
A reason to be!

So the poet's demise
They will never realize
Our art is life-
Their ego strife!

To the Goddess

The ambiance of the atmosphere
Was heavy with the smoke
Of sulphur;

In the domain
Of Lou Cipher
The owner of
Pornopolis.

His kingdom cum
Is a pornocopia
Of tits and asses
For the illiterate masses.

In a time of ruthless plunder
It’s the place down under
In which we’re cast asunder
Without the sound of thunder.

For me
My Annabelle Lee
Never fails to come
For every knight!

Oh what a sight
It gives me a fright
There by the sounding sea
With her on my knee,

As I make my plea
To the Holy See
There by the sounding sea
My Annabelle and me!

To quote the raven-
“Nevermore”
Is she the whore
That I adore

There by the sounding sea
Where I only came
To take a pee!

Babylon the Great
Kingdom of endless hate
For me without a mate
In such a sorry assed state.

But the hour is late
To accept my fate
There by the sounding sea
On Annabelle I pee!

We came forth
From the sand and the sea
Like the worms we have become.
We climbed to the top of the Tree of Life-
We saw ourselves as the titans
But now as the final hour maybe approaches
We prove to ourselves that we are mere cockroaches!

As the coaches of death and decay
Now plague our planet Earth
In us there is no longer
Any time for mirth.

What can I say
Of that final day
Which according to the Way
Indicates God’s eternal sway!

Made by man in his own image
An aeon dedicated
To His pointless scrimmage!

An ethic that is epic
Defines the poet’s art
For us great Homer
Was a mere humble start.

The day of the Way
Is now under our sway,
Math and science now rule this day!
Of oily decay
And final ruin;
In fact our own doin’
As we gave ourselves
A final screwin’!

Pornopolis the king
Pornocopia his ware,
In light of this we sware
Never to be a square
But always to dare
And never to wear
Better to be bare without a hair!

Forget the stare
We haven’t a care!
Pornopolis our king
Let the freedom bells ring!

Ding-a-dong-ding!
Ding-a-dong-ding!
To the moaning and the groaning
Of the belles we now sing!

Ding-a-dong-ding
Pornopolis is our king!

Ding-a-dong-ding-
Let us all swing!
Oh happy the day that we put
Under our heel
The day of the Way
And God’s great dismal sway!

To the Goddess we sing-
Ding-a-dong-ding!
To the Goddess we sing-
Let freedom ring!

Of our oily end
Let us just pretend
That our pornocopia
Will mend
All our broken ways
And this endtime daze!

As for the Beijing haze
And the Washington craze,
Still to the Goddess we sing-
Ding-a-dong ding
Still to the Goddes we sing-
Our new born king!


Youtube Reading




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