2023/12/23
2023/12/21
2023/12/20
2023/12/18
Cheques
Microphone checkmate
I throw dumb hate
Chess can fellate me
Lame game, wasting
Hours a day
On some lame as fuck game
With the power I say
Fuck your lame ass fucking game
Fuck you bishops
White and black
Fuck your stupid hats
Fuck Knights, royally
Fuck you both, B and G
Jumping L-shape champions of animal cruelty
You mounted fuck faced equestrian fools be
Fighting for rich dicks and crown head crooks
Biting ball-bag cunt-rag rooks
Fuck chess and fuck chess playing castled
Queen-side king-sized chess playing assholes.
Star In The East (not a star in the least)
‘Twas the night before Christ Jesus
Three wise men, inbound
A fourth creature, astir
(That fourth cat got rubbed out)
Ye, know for it was said
Newborn, resurrection.
Ayo Four/Original sinner,
We three run protection.
And thus three wise guys
Of heart, head, and guile
Kept one safe, away in the manger
for more than a while.
2023/12/14
Still Not A Hater and Never A Player
Up in the hot tub
Governin
Spot-light
GOP
Don’t. Stop.
Watch the pundits,
Wicked.
When they shivin, even you be like
“Don’t stop, get it, get it.”
Don’t wanna stall a player a no more
Offered but turned down a starting spot
Stand-up, get out the way for who wants it more
From the ground baby, of the town baby
Can’t want not a player, no more
Got a politicking, fussy lot
Known from hottest blocks, truth, town and law
(True down will crush the night)
Still not a player
And yeah, been a hater.
Escalator to the top, ha!
Tip of hat and then gone.
Penthouse deep, Peacock’s freak
Spit hot, cease!
5th ave beast,
White House-weep.
4 year lease,
(Best not option to buy)
you get a life-ends lesson
On the prop, and Doxological, sly.
Puffin the Lie
From a heel tan out the bottle
Watch that kid from Queens
Nickname know it
yo, The Donald.
We go back like Il Duce
reproduce, he, peak age,
1/6
incel pre-game,
who do-time ride?
Freedom more than a dollar,
A buck o’five,
DNC due holler…..
Hologram gig,
grip a brick, guide me tutor
Callin quits? We only measure your clique in two rulers
4-1-4-3, VP KBR set loot
No-bid dirty route,
IRS alas gave it a boot.
Can’t want not a player no more,
Long shot fascists-sloppy lot
Failure of virtue, troop hit the floor,
who’s down to trust and rise?
2023/12/09
*** ****** 2006.10.10
To what end does truth serve truthers?
Do what then, ya “truth means proof”ers?
Turn tide, alas? restore? recast?
Reach democracy’s post-credits scene
Forewarn, and fast,
Just whom? The cast?
They massed and crafty
Way past all ham and holler
4chan patsys,
So forth, you can be
Much less than empty
Mind un-messed
Less press and low-feeds
Assess y’own needs
Decompress, atone, grieve
gets heavy, sow deeds.
and
Know thee, this show be
all that ‘one can’t say’
“ ‘Want’ don’t get, see?”
And “You don’t know me”
gangway
Standby
On-line
Who shouting?
“And what of one day
at joint-base Falcon?”
Numb, some unnamed.
sane ends frayed, allah praised, the airwaves
Ripple in-effect of that which should not be, made.
Matrices disrupted, mortared improbably
Cook-off cost incalculable,
caught by seismology,
Camera commissioned marines
ammo-dump, something routine-
No apology.
YDFU
Yippie Kai yay
Mother of Fuckworx
Real-world parlay
Straight out cha duct-work
I was there,
So was Home Alone 2
where
Old New York
Reached high (beneath thy shoes!)
Left one with memories,
bright
and salty
estuary-like
Vibrant,
squawking.
7th grade field trip, eyes misty revisit
United Nations building & chamber-we hit it.
Took charter buses, seats plush and
BEST. RIDE. EVER.
South Tower observation-deck,
World Trade Center.
A whole world-no Berlin Wall,
hip-hip-hooray
Live, from New York
…
it was a good day.
Can’t Want Not A Player, No More
Can’t ban a player
Yet don’t need a hater,
No-go on the fruits of slave labor,
Driven by Light Sabre-toothed Darth Vaders,
Saved by Flight Suit MK8 Ralph Naders
Pursued by J Edgar crew’s haters
Deep-statecraft day-traders
Independent billionaire cross-waders
Stay involved as populace, and player
but yo
See you f*ckin f*cks all the f*ck later.
Reformation resumes,
(I’m blissed)
A freshly stated mission-statement
(a gift)
Not to cater-to, not to constrict,
A government as hand, seen,
no swingin’ fist.
Knock-knock pest clique
And clerks with checklists,
Dorks with firm lisps,
Etho-earnest no-whips,
Invested capital, irritated
In haste, par course
Don’t lower the boom,
For all
soon to waste
a pace-car looms
All too-soon to raid,
New fate, off the loom.
B-Frat, Major
Key of B
Visiting two G-Octaves
41/43 time
Old Boys Line
spittin’ toxic.
No counting score,
Though counting coup emboldens,
Froze Al Gore, a main-event reloading
Small-business ballot commanders
Not talking bout Col. Sanders,
Defenders, contractors, glad-handers
Deep-state militia allegiant
“End-times, act righteous” coup planners.
Herd all defer, worded in situ,
I learn, much later the problem was not ‘You’
Not ‘whom’ or ‘How So?’ Nor ‘full-book’ the query,
but “Back ‘04, I ‘down-my-nose looked’ “
a held-out contrary.
The One Who Turns
Where Realm ends,
shit extends.
That not logged
Or preterite writ,
inboxed for redact
Or unboxed, off-script sacked,
Is within game’s way.
Oh, say’d and Yea/Nay
To Audible once Stage-set
We Spot rule by engagement
Plutarchs, marks, and leveraged chattel
Siege Party march, POTUS elections addled
with organic troubles, with a grip-shift missed
Old-boys on the double, and those, indifferent skip,
Where film ends
You extend
Act forth, form civil trends
Come out strong round some bends
Once where TKOs ejected those
Vain and earnest, powerful surge
And away, we go…
Year of the Rabbit
Twenty twenty-three,
to the rear,
Roll on snare,
If in arrears,
By Day’s end
Pay men
Stakes arranged
Or cold weighed-in.
My say bends no way,
Send rote “hey’s” at great’s gains
With no weight, as I’ve no game,
Know bits of full-gore
Prolonged world-war
So long, and thanks for
Fishers of men,
The 2 times 2 tour
Monarch phone hacks
Crowning act
A King, laid-back
And what this fool believes
indeed, is way whack.
Hello, my name is
Hello, my name is
Thoroughly irrelevant.
Though I admit all names have significance,
Not when those playing playing are of Paramount intelligence
This is a game in which I participate as an observer.
I could never be a player don’t wanna be a hater herder..
A game of total world domination.
(No open positions match my query)
Yet I can pass the pill to a reader
Refresh the common sense Upon which our speech ferries..
I’m just a man, and not even in all countries.
Come 9PM in Papua New Guinea
I am an endangered strain of lady bunny.
Shit-dipped, yes.
A blessing from the ground, I profess.
Letters and digits,
Cuts, incisions, grave rot.
Some jokes do not land,
but you will know what is (and is not).
At times, I wrap life hurt in that which tickles the giggly channels,
I also post facts: acts, deeds, real world events prompting mass self inspections—Are we truly even mammals?
To a degree flexin, and poppin’, just as often I must write or, I’ll poop my Doppler
Works cited when heavy matter tells me “Get to the chopper.”
And I’m out,
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