Why are some women wearing State issued chastity belts? Cowardly men, holding those keys. Question these men, They through a bible at you. But as you duck the last verse thrown, you see the reasons: These men fear loss of power and status, an inability to adapt and not recognizing women as full human beings,Continue reading “State Issued Chastity Belts, A poem.”
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It’s OK to cry, a poem.
I cry about,the amount of polyesterin my clothing. It is often cheaply made,Overly glossy,and likely to catch fire. I cry about pass foolishness,often forgetting the wisdom thatit taught me. But I don’t know my beginning or end, and thats OK. I like to keep my head small, to ensure that I can fit through theContinue reading “It’s OK to cry, a poem.”
Wow, Civilization is still here?
Thousands of Russian troops and armor, on the Ukrainian border like some Civilization game. The US, distracted from within by it’s lack of honor, citizens losing their rights like rotting fruit. The homeless grow in numbers, as more chairs disappear and the music stops. Billionaires buy more super yachts and bunkers escape to, But thereContinue reading “Wow, Civilization is still here?”
Basic vs. Premium, a poem
All the cows and sheep, All the grains and wool are gone. Then we ate wolves and crows, then all that was left was carbon. We could not eat our money, I mean, we ain’t animals! Basic carbon is for the poor, Premium is for the wealthy. Basic carbon looks like two-day old oatmeal. PremiumContinue reading “Basic vs. Premium, a poem”
What is the Second Amendment?
The right to bare arms, (based your caucasianness?), against an Government in the image of Old King George? But their wearing brown shirts, their leaders king and queen by Default, when they don’t go to jail, and you never hear the word treason? Please, pass me the popcorn! I’m an American.
Hi doggie, a poem.
Hi doggie next-door. I wonder as you gaze at the rain fall, if you’ve ever been wet by it. The discomfort, the glory of experience being in it. Have you ever chased other animals for your survival? Likely not I guess. More likely, you’ve never, like your ‘parents’ never had discomfort or failure. Alas, itContinue reading “Hi doggie, a poem.”
Where’s the OFF switch?
A procreativeforceit makes babies,but there’sno babies. Sacred fun.Recreational bliss. And yet I’m lonely.
For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.
My brother, my brother!Please be at peace! I wonder how you’re doing,Having faith that youstill exist. Be not in turmoil,Or surfer our father’s death. Dad is strong,and I hope you areat peace with him. You’re both gone,but you are forever in myHeart. I love you both,and sometimes long tobe with you. Peace. (My brother passedContinue reading “For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.”
The many faces of Aku, a poem.
An evil shape shifting demon, On a planet not so far Away, wanted complete domination and souls of everyone. He infested the worlds’ money, so that all are enslaved and that few will rise…. His lies becomes truth in the weak minded…. He exploints differences and cheats. But there are weapons that has defeated him.Continue reading “The many faces of Aku, a poem.”
Critic in the backroom, a poem.
‘I did it!, I did it! I’ve gone celibate!’ (Ah, that’s what you say to all the guys and gals! then next Tuesday it’s off to the orgies again!) ‘Do you dought me?’ I’m free of being sexually attached, free to explore….anything…. (But liar, you’re not gonna miss phalluses and vaginas?’ The pleasure? The worship?Continue reading “Critic in the backroom, a poem.”
Liferaft in the Abyss 