Be the Bigger Person

Don’t you wanna be?
Just because you’re 13 and she’s 33?
It’s so fun and amazing!

Level One Hypocrisy
She’s new here
Adore her, as I do, today
Next year, there will be another
Adore her too
And whatever else I say

Level up from One
We don’t spank here
Manipulation of a higher order reigns
We’ve included in your programming
Logic, we call it Now
Your feels are not only pointless
But evidence to insist you’ve missed
Clearly due to your still small size
And lack of diligence
Your upgrade to

Level Two
I’d rather owe it to you than cheat you out of it
I’ll reason with you, at 6 through 9
Call this consent
My reward program is beyond
Mere ice cream
Triangulation
or mere frustration
I beg your consent
Child or lame, scared but tamed
Easily fooled, again and again

Level Three
You are duty-bound, don’t you see?
Your bones, your ether, your ancestry
Have created your abject misery
Splotched with ephemeral joy
Replicated-rescinded automatically
Through our gyro-toy
Our perfected gateway system
Where the most feeble and most evil
Are those most fully
proofed and affected
Where love is affliction and
Pain is addiction and
Clichés are worshipped as
Perpetual wedding days

Congratulations
You’ve well-earned that
Precious 3rd degree

Humility vs Humiliation

So she read my diary
Slept with my boyfriend
Had his baby
That was such a long time ago

I’m over it
You know
I’m just not the type
to hold a grudge

No anger
No justice
Smile schmuck
Carry on

I was glad to be rid of him
Honestly 
So needy
Lucky they had that sun 
Sorry I mean son

He was circumcised
baptized
jabbed with every needle
under the sun
that son 
She was so loyal
Her big-pharma bosses
those cocks so lovingly
coddled

Catty bitch was she
I loved her for that
most of all
Serves me right

I was vindictive
one time
an unfortunately
short-lived situation 
I just don’t have it in me 
Trainers in tyranny are reserved for
upper classes and
obedient masses

In any case
She wore her bitch on her sleeve
Her success was guaranteed 
That she should spare me
that was my own
Destination Folly

Big Pharma loves materialistic divas
pretty is necessity 
Where it lacks
oh no worries
they’ll find
those hacks
fillers crimpers plumpers
liners blushers boobs
all free for
She of Loyalty

Time will tell
I know 
Bitches fade
like flurried snow 
Whereas my grimed hands
unpolished and
unforgiving lands of
barbed walled gardens
forever paying for
long lost ancestors’ sins
So it would seem
I will never give in

Rather to die at the wellspring of truth
than to deny even tyrannical roots
Rather to feign than fawn
Rather to challenge each dawn
Than to accept random
despots’ decisions
Choosing my weather
what it does and
just how it defines the soils
I’ll forever walk upon

Word Smash: Droplets of Coral

Vibrant Vindictive
Impossibly Effective
(Un) Washed Welcoming Witness
Uni-spawning Sing-a-longing
Forbidden Fruit
Liminally
Crowley Crossed
Cattle Calling
Darkness Worshipping
Irreverent Insolent
Obedient
Unrepentant
Gloriously
Opticanitiously
Magnifiglorioshisly
Ghoulishisly Eccentrically
Deliciously Dismissive

 

Babble-On Without Me

My axe to grind is my
Cross to bear
Bares me fairly well too
Snagged this post
Past May’s sun
Where the hot sand strikes
And the beggars run

Days digital free
With such ease
Your dragons cast
No spells on me

Vitriol we’ve got in spades
Sporting far past Mary’s maids
Those now donning masks like
shilling hypocrites
desperate and pathetic
yet obliged
to let sleeping dogs lie
lest we guess correct who
next falls for their
Insipid shallowness

No, that be
Not I
Your Babylon no longer
Tempts me even
Your sirens
Whispering in tubs or
Your pale-eyed
forked-tongued snubs

My worship returns as
Your Babylon burns
Rather to the tick on
Bubba’s arse
Than one moment more of
This so-called
Civilized
Farce

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That’s Not True

There’s no mano a mano
The schmucks need a crew
Else they’ve no clue whatsoever
No, not so whatever
What to do

Give it to him straight
He’ll block and he’ll ban
until his whole posse’s Irrate

He’ll mole deep into his
Mother goose shoe
And whine
But . . . but . . . still,
he’ll say . . . but . . . Because
I say So!
And So it is!
And I’ll blacklist you!
And I know how to hit delete too!

Surrounds himself with tools
All the more, All the better
No need to deal ever again with the tar and feather
Can become just another one of those humpty dumpties
All the cowered men to clean up his grumpy rumpings

I’ve the power to crown you Royal Retard, he cries!
Cower to the corner infidel
Take your spanks
Else I whip you to the lowest ranks!

But I’m so fair, don’t you see
Blue-eyed devil fiend-cum-friend
Friend-cum-fiend
But still, I’ve no idea what you mean
Tribe up, don’t you see
Look what’s out there, so much worse than me
Tartuffery never crossed my feigning warlock witchery

I’ll change your mind your heart your very dictionary
But I’m the good guy, don’t you see
And, I don’t mean to stomp, NO!
But, Wait, oh, 
Yes I do!

Firm of Mind

Death in slow motion
in tandem with a
quick step in double-time
one stomp in nine
Steals, no
steels the rhyme

The ferment tears up, salt
No, that is tears down, carbon
just like me
just like there’s
No such thing as gravity

The firmament is breathing
just like me
Hales exodus then in sense brings
Truth like the
most tart wine

The right thing is always the hardest as
love and grape are worthless
withering on the vine and
tainted with slogans and politics and
Such cringe-worthy placating acts of
complete cowardship like
Claimed false priestesses of peace-like
branding thanks to the
Club of Rome crafting
incessantly flimsy chains of
velvets smacking

So I beg you
Gag making, BLM faking
Marianne Williamson, as others
on your progressive
left based elevating
Wormwood eaten platform of
false love of
Moves only suffocating

This one is just for y’all
Because I so long to see
a mask of shame, that is
a sort of love-spouting muzzle
so that the smoke is coming from right
where it should at last
And by that I mean to be
most crass

Because that means
No longer from your mouth but
Right out of your
skinny paper white
agenda-driven ass

Wicked Eugene

I winked and smirked
he was a jerk
I crafted that perfect smile
and nodded
cocked my head
ever so slightly
to the left

He’s so damn deft yet
Eugene and me
we have such long history
Where I plant, he plots
Where he resurrects, I bury

We battle for the
Grace of Mary
in Eden’s land we first met Larry
Scary fellow, screamed like
Sherbert
too sweet, too tart, far too alert

Still, they annoy me
ALL
their very beck and call
remind me how deep
my stall
where resentment reigns
and putrid mushrooms grow
but in God’s language show

Poison every next
Regime
Hemlock, Datura, Henbane call
Crazy Frogs gather all
invite the masks into our den
again
and pretend, oh no,
Never, no, not ever

And chant gracefully or
Brutally
again and again
with them

No, no, please no, never,
Don’t ever forget your vaccine!
As to mine enemies
I sing as
says our
glorious
and ever so
equanimous
Eugene

 

By Virtue, By Vice

They got you either way
Play
Both sides against the middle
Stripes
Black or white
Red or blue
Shades of gray

This summer of COVID, they say
Distance, safety, security
locks and lights
Alarms and fast response
Just $1 a day, so they say

Got porn, they got ya
Got religion, they got ya
Got raw milk, guess what
open wide, because you know
You need them

They are so concerned
for your every safety
They tuck you in
Remove your sin with
their love like tin

Wipes, gloves, masks
Their devotion to crisis
Restrictions
Quarantines
Still super-duper
Low gas prices

They got you either way
Predator and prey
Beg them now
Sinners, losers, false claim choosers

Come what may
Do-gooders too, they got your number
No addiction necessary
Mark these days so quite contrary
Devil, angel, wasp and snake

May we all make fiery merry
Hot, wired, wicked
Smooth, sultry, smog
war like fog
Boiling frog and
All ways and always
Come what may
Happy Independence Day

De-Nile, Our River

Like all old couples we’ve adopted and ameliorated plenty of bad jokes and even worse puns
Amusement becomes more challenging as one ages
Where once you could or might like to party all night
eventually to party for an hour seems more in sight

And so, De-Nile is not just a river in China, or Idaho, or Guadalajara
And, never let the truth get in the way of a good story
so I hurt my hip, my toe, my heart, by flying  and not by showing off
Let’s just agree to disagree

That history, from wherever it comes
for whatever we pretend it doesn’t matter still we know it does
we cling to old phrases like, from where do your kinfolk come
we know we’ve decided collectively, it matters, so why do we continue to abandon our land to them, why do we bow our minds and sully our soils, to

THEM?!

That lord has more in common with their lord as I have more in common with their peasant master and slave,
I’ve been, native and queen, I’ve been, conquerer, conquered and conquering, I’ve been through all these things and seen life terrorizes all on her own no need for extemporaneously expressed self-righteous assigning
But, let’s carry on, nonetheless, in this copious never ending river of
denying