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Apr 2021 · 91
White Magic
ConnectHook Apr 2021
Militant poetess, dark ingrate
From what black hole did you emigrate?
From what strange galaxy of spite
Did you slither forth to curse and bite?
What absent father spawned your soul
to spread such vicious vitriol
And bring bad vibes wherever you go
In your bitter black feminist minstrel show?
NaPoWriMo day #6
Apr 2021 · 225
Ground Down
ConnectHook Apr 2021
My cutting tool has lost its edge.

This cutlery is rusted.

   Not because it is growing old,

but because it is growing disgusted.
My REAL day 5 of NaPoWriMo
Apr 2021 · 114
Verborrhea
ConnectHook Apr 2021
Official scribblers, when I was a poet,
Whinged, driveling into an MFA void— 

Interminably.

Intolerable, as if  God were a literary milquetoast
with no poetic spine,

capable of little. An MA advisor.
If weird line breaks mean anything at all—

totally done with that.

Tepid sort of academic brown-nosing,
tedious rehash of predictable Modernism

obfuscating in rarefied tones, in some chapbook
boringly academic, same as it always was,

except offering their inferior product to no one.

And then before long, an awful new
poem is born. Cringingly dull.
Pennsylvania

Other children, when I was a child,
would at times invoke the inner light—
I misunderstood.
I thought it meant God scorches
within us, and God, like a torch,
can go out. That was so long ago.
I’ve since ceased my believing in death—
there’s no such thing.
There’s only a kind of brownout,
the whole of the globe turning
off for a moment, then shuddering
back, the same as it was,
except one person short.
And then before long, an utter new
person is born. Somebody worse.

                           (Natalie Shapero)
find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem.
Apr 2021 · 178
Eastern Skies
ConnectHook Apr 2021
God entered a welcoming ******’s womb
(as many among us have longed to do . . . )
Ascending, years later, from His own tomb
To rule and to reign from behind the blue.

       Passed over us: two thousand years—
       Short-term relief for lingering fears
.

As if no big thing, these feats by our Lord.
We hear it so often our hearts grow dull.
We’ve nothing but sullen indifference toward
The One who achieved redemption in full.

       Blood on the door-posts of your heart;
       Egyptian doom: you know this part
.

Theater of cruelty; His the main role.
Sad victim—until all fulfillment passed;
The playwright possessed of a blameless soul
whose angel stagehands assisted the cast.

       Now Romans marry Jewish brides;
       And Christ, the King of Kings, presides
.
Christ is LORD and Christ is risen!
HALLELUJAH
Apr 2021 · 136
Reality Loves Liminality
ConnectHook Apr 2021
Easter is that liminal space
Outside Jerusalem on a hill
Expunging guilt for all our race:
Assent to it with heart and will.
PROMPT #4:
write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.
No matter what neglected or eerie space you choose,
I hope its oddness tugs at the place in your mind and heart where poems are made.
Apr 2021 · 180
Naropa-dopa
ConnectHook Apr 2021
Ginsberg’s boomers ramble on
Micromanaging the muse
Inflicting on poetic crowds
Futile and postmodern views.

Born of crackpot meditation,
Formless poems, hippie dreams.
Useless psychedelia-lite:
Poetry as empty as it seems.

MFA meets beatnik-Buddha
(Lord, what fools these mortals be)
Fouling the Colorado air
Forcing on us weak green tea.

Punk-rock poetry is dull—
Neo-Buddhism much worse;
Please do not conflate the two
By bigging-up your boring verse.
GET A LOAD OF THIS PROMPT
(Day 3):
make a “Personal Universal Deck,” and then to write a poem using it.
The idea of the “Personal Universal Deck” originated with the poet and playwright Michael McClure, who gave the project of creating such decks to his students in a 1976 lecture at Naropa University. Basically, you will need 50 index cards or small pieces of paper, and on them, you will write 100 words (one on the front and one on the back of each card/paper) using the rules found here.
Don’t agonize over your word choices. Making the deck should be fun and revealing, as you generate words that sound “good” to you. The fact that the words are mainly divided among the five senses should be helpful in selecting words that you like the sound of, and that have some meaning personal to you. For example, my deck contains “harbor,” “wool,” “murmur,” “obsidian,” and “needle.”
Once you have your deck put together, shuffle it a few times. Now select a card or two, and use them as the basis for a new poem.

(worst poetry prompt EVER in my humble)
Apr 2021 · 134
To the Core
ConnectHook Apr 2021
Echoing footsteps, near Port Authority:
One bad decision enhanced by beer
Recalling the mishap in anteriority:
I needed a healthier dose of fear.

Clueless young wallet, easy prey
I bit at the apple of urban bait
I was her golden goose to waylay
All because Amtrak departed late.

What if the door had been locked in that hall?
What if the lady had used a knife?
I wish I could blame it on alcohol . . .
Thank God I escaped with my life.
PROMPT#2:
write a poem about your own road not taken –
about a choice of yours and what might have happened

Based on a TRUE STORY !

https://connecthook.net/2019/09/19/black-wallet-in-the-big-apple/
Apr 2021 · 258
Submerged
ConnectHook Apr 2021
Then they shall be afraid and ashamed
of Ethiopia their expectation and Egypt their glory
.
                                                         ­   Isaiah 20:5

Pulsating freak anemones’
Protoplasmic revelation
Netherworld futilities:
Darwinistic thought-abortion.

Permanent Egyptian *******:
Eggman dragging Pharaoh’s ark . . .
Droning superficial sondage
Rises in black light of dark.

It’s Pharoah’s sub-Erythrean grave !
Sun Ra drones within the vault;
Atonal mode that cannot save . . .
(This is all Chad Van Gaalen’s fault.)
PROMPT#1
write a poem inspired by this animated version
of Seductive Fantasy by Sun Ra and his Arkestra.

https://youtu.be/bX_xh2do3eM
ConnectHook Mar 2021
The last and dreadful day has come
The trumpet loudly sounds
The sleeping millions in the earth
Rise from the quaking ground!

O fearful sight! Where can I hide ?
What doleful wails I hear !
The moon turns now to ****** red,
The stars fall from their sphere !
The isles and mountains flee away,
The sun – it will not shine.
My eyes behold Christ Jesus come,
To judge the works of time !
No place to hide!

I care not now what people think
Or if they hear my cries.
My money and my pleasures, too,
Have vanished with my pride.
Down on my knees I fall, and then
Confessing Christ as “Lord of all”  –
I have no stubborn, proud heart now,
O hear the Great Judge call!
Too late to pray!

My sins are trailing my poor soul
Up to the throne of God.
Why do they follow, even here?
They will not pass His Word !
With piercing look, He views my works,
There’s nothing I can hide.
Where is one of my earthly friends?
Come! Stand here by my side!
No, now I stand ALONE!

I glance at Him, the Righteous Judge,
He says, “Depart from Me”!
I drop into the fiery pit
For all ETERNITY!
God! Give me just ONE moment now
Of time! Please hear my cry!
(Despairing thought-
‘Twas I who chose To EVER, EVER DIE!)
No more hope!

A thousand tongues could ne’er describe
The anguish that I feel,
Too late, too late now to repent,
Hell fire is all too REAL!
Forever now while ages roll,
My soul shall scream and burn.
Though torment reigns, my mind is clear –
In life, God’s love I spurned.
Forever doomed!

No water here, no light, no rest,
No love, no joy, no friend,
No children dear, no cheering song,
No hope my fate will end.
Writhing in flames, pain racks my soul,
And piercing cries I hear.
My wretched soul God sees it not –
‘Tis more than I can bear! Forgotten eternally!

Dear friend, today a loving Lord
Would save you from this fate.
Come humbly now, accept His grace
Before it is too late!


                                                 (Author unknown)
courtesy of: e-menno.org
Mar 2021 · 283
I and I spired Poem
ConnectHook Mar 2021
☩ ☩ ☩

If you think

That Haile Selassie

is the Living God of scripture

you are WAY too high

and I and I and I and I . . .
Rasta stop babbling and get SAVED
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwGoMEo5rIw
Mar 2021 · 307
Se unen en uno
ConnectHook Mar 2021
Un neurótico

se une

con una erótica
Pithy aphorism for your erudite perusal, señores y señoras
Favor de decirme si se lo lee bien en español o no
ConnectHook Mar 2021
en vano intentaba
ver la mano soberana
que yo sabía
que asía
la mía

(Manantiales en el desierto: 13 marzo)
https://archive.org/details/manantialeseneld00char_0/page/n307/mode/2up?q=Manantiales+En+El+Desierto+Charles+Cowman
Mar 2021 · 130
Stimuli
ConnectHook Mar 2021
Peep be like:

Aint no TRUMP
in tha house
No mo

Now we all

Gone *** PAID

whole nation
cashin checkz now

Carmela

Going to endorse

every single one.



Gnome sane?
I hope Jobiden and Carmela get us into some more wars soon!
Maybe they can outsource more manufacturing to China too ☺
Mar 2021 · 439
Domesticity
ConnectHook Mar 2021
Domestic terror
behind you in the line to pay
for their groceries
We are EVERYWHERE
Mar 2021 · 425
Sixes and Sevens
ConnectHook Mar 2021
After sextuplets come septuplets
Inconceivably set-uplets . . .
Long hard nights of Mom kept-uplets
Sevenfold fruit of busy couplets.
Not to mention octuplets . . .
or even baby squids
Feb 2021 · 364
Solomonic Haiku
ConnectHook Feb 2021
All is vanity.
(Easy for the king to say
Between concubines . . .)
But king Solomon loved many strange women, together with the daughter of Pharaoh, women of the Moabites, Ammonites, Edomites, Zidonians, and Hittites:

Of the nations concerning which the Lord said unto the children of Israel, Ye shall not go in to them, neither shall they come in unto you: for surely they will turn away your heart after their gods: Solomon clave unto these in love.

And he had seven hundred wives, princesses, and three hundred concubines: and his wives turned away his heart.

For it came to pass, when Solomon was old, that his wives turned away his heart after other gods: and his heart was not perfect with the Lord his God, as was the heart of David his father.

1 Kings 11: 1-4
Jan 2021 · 186
Terminal
ConnectHook Jan 2021
Cisgender is a ***** word
Appealing to that ***** herd
Where gender is a bygone term
And pink-haired demons reign, infirm.
That strident less-than-one percent
To whose confusion worlds are bent
make sure u cut yourself a lot
because genderz and etc.
Jan 2021 · 314
Coronationz
ConnectHook Jan 2021
Let's give thanks
for the new presidential team:
Jobiden and Carmela Harrison!

They are the GREATEST and
most populer rulers

since George Lincoln and
Abraham Jefferson
and Barak OBAMO and
Jobiden also got way more votes than Ronald Raegan.

Yay AMERICA !!!!!!!!
Now we am heal with unity and Jobiden
Jan 2021 · 369
Orange Man Rides
ConnectHook Jan 2021
Darkness slays the sun. Descending, he dies.
To hide his glowing countenance and wait;
Until his resurrection flood our skies
With promise of a greater solar state
.

Oh mourn and weep, ye gaining shades of night;
An orange sunset lingers in the west.
The trumpet sobs a reveille; the light
Is dwindling on the presidential fest.
And cypresses are sighing in their shame
For Orange Man has forfeited his game.

The technocrats and leftists, as a mass
Opposed his righteous reign with godless spite.
Not once did they relent, but dogged his ***
In jackal-packs still slavering to bite.
And yet he is deplorably adored,
Nor friend nor foe politically bored.

Vile virtue-signalers (with none to show),
Despised all those who dared support his plan;
And prideful with each whining coward blow
Confirmed themselves inferiors to the man.
Pink feminists, at odds with all that's right
Displayed themselves as ******* in the fight.

They could not stand the mention of his name.
The Globalists and other Euro-trash,
With Luciferian bankers, void of shame,
Resume their one-world plotting in a flash;
Preparing for re-set. (We wish they would
Let God reset them for their own **** good.)

So DRUMPF's Fourth ***** must sadly reach its end,
And Jared's **** wife return her shoes.
His Völkisch warriors shall no more defend
Republics that weak RINOs all refuse;
And Milquetoast Mitt, and Bush, his parting hail
Grown tired of winning, longing yet to fail.

My Einsatzgruppen uniform: no more
To wear the holy garment in my pride.
My shimmering hood and robe I now must store;
Well-pressed, I lay them tearfully aside.
My lynching rope I coil with loving care,
My Ku-Klux armband nevermore to wear.

Alas, the fascist father-figure goes;
His bigot minions, all my own, lament.
Misogynists and racists at the close
Have lost their weary way and all is spent.
He wasn't dictatorial enough;
We all grew tired of winning. It was tough.

But wait; a zephyr stirs the orange grove.
The dusk has not yet sighed its final breath:
Once more a scent of citrus wafts above . . .
Twas' premature, their festival of death.
Then TRUMP arises, grinning, from the bier
And all who wished him gone recoil in fear.

Fresh horror now the adversaries sweeps;
The trembling crypts foreshadow his rebirth.
Progressive politics despairs and weeps
While liberal dread supplants their vengeful mirth.
Then Donald rises, leering like a ghost
To fill with panic every heartless host
.

Mere hopium, this horror-movie plot.
It looked like he might pull it off— but no.
Now darkness teaches light what it is not
And half the nation jeers at him to go.
Healing urged—but fake. Polarization
Shall characterize our waning nation.

Hopes of resurrection vanish with night. 
The scapegoat's legions waken from the dream
To seek nocturnal solace from the fight:
The tepid normie water's middle stream.
And Q-**** numerologists learn code.
(The rest of us just wonder what we're owed.)

Saint Orange must diminish, half-impeached;
And sunset velvet now becomes his hue.
The ballot urns of Georgia never reached;
Our judges sat to stifle what we knew.
The monoparty's monkeys steal the show;
His puppet masters hiss him. Let him go.

Now Dixie's juiceless orchards sing his dirge.
The willows hang their boughs in leafless grief . . .
Disgust for all the traitors starts to surge;
And clown-world tries but cannot bring relief.
Orange Savior's promise: undelivered;
The funeral expires—and all is withered.
Thanks to my muse for alternate stanzas !
https://connecthook.net/2021/01/05/orange-man-returns/
Dec 2020 · 191
Karibu Kwanzaa
ConnectHook Dec 2020
Dr. Ron, a Maulana appointed
was an Afrikan king (self-anointed).
While his roots went un-vetted
his followers fêted . . .
But Kwanzaa was somewhat disjointed.
I’m dreaming of a black Kwanzaa . . .
Let Ron Karenga show you how.
Where the kente’s shining, there’s Afro-whining,
and ghetto thugs quote Chairman Mao.

I’m dreaming of a black Kwanzaa
with each Swahili word I lack;
may your ethno-hubris never slack
and may all your Kwanzaa fruits be black…

https://greatamericanpolitics.com/2020/12/the-kwanzaa-scam-a-holiday-created-by-a-criminal-and-abuser/
Dec 2020 · 115
h A.I. ku
ConnectHook Dec 2020
bot-generated:
most of these comments, poets,
bot-generated.
Just like most comments on CensorTube
Dec 2020 · 142
Dubbed into Night
ConnectHook Dec 2020
We a go chek di vibe
we a warriah
an wi haffe rock wit di riddim

In dis dub reveleshan
Inna dread dispensation

Of di medical marijuana
Fi all di white bway dem

Fi all di white knights
Of Nyabinghi Babylon

Fi all dem ***** smokahs
Who dwell
In perpetual fog
Of night
Dec 2020 · 117
Con Fusions
ConnectHook Dec 2020
Some society
Are go crazy
Some people’s
Eat bad chemical
So they hormones
All mix up.
Those child’s and parent
Has minds
Unclear
Boy say he girl
Women say
She are man
Call him her
It get angry.

But they doesn’t
Takes time
To looking
Between her legs
Of him.
And them puberty-blocking hormones
Hoo boy they exPENSIVE, girl.
Dec 2020 · 237
Necrophobia
ConnectHook Dec 2020
The dead watch media.
The dead want life
to return to Normal.

The dead are ignorant
of propagandistic brainwashing.
The dead
have opinions.

The dead
assume that the living
are a threat.

The dead avoid offense.
They change their Facebook banner.
they revile
the Living.

But GOD
is not the god

of the DEAD.
Dead Don't Dance
Dec 2020 · 127
Transnational Error
ConnectHook Dec 2020
******* is impossibility.
It cannot exist.
A man cannot give birth.

Biology is real.
Biological limitation is real.

Sinful humans wish to dictate
to God, the Creator.
But they are deluded.

They are in rebellion
Against reality.
It is called sin.
There is no such thing.
Some are possessed.
Most are damaged and confused.
God is good.
Dec 2020 · 1.4k
Low Barr Haiku
ConnectHook Dec 2020
****** William Barr
Swamp creature par excellence
Shows us who he is.
Pardoned FBI Ruby Ridge Killers.
Look it up.
**** these people.
Nov 2020 · 137
Dairy Devils
ConnectHook Nov 2020
Muzzling the masses, sowing fear,
Inspiring every viral breath,
Democrat dairy-farms grow rich
Milking that Covid cow to death.

Self-contradicting messages;
Milkmaids panic, udders shrivel . . .
The coronation. Then, the reign:
Media hypes the fearful drivel.

Bigging up that Chinese chest-cold,
Karens cluck while nannies scold us;
Golden goose for global tyrants—
Chinese take-out. (What they told us.)

Pestilential testing frenzies;
Killing the patient with the cure.
Social distances grow further.
There is no god. That much is sure.
Nov 2020 · 118
Post-electoral Vomit
ConnectHook Nov 2020
Downstream dumbed
Half-floating, benumbed

Nation as necropolis
Propagandized populace

Chattering ghosts
Flat-screened hosts

Mediation sedation
Sedition commission

Ballot ballet onstage for you:
pas de deux or pas du tout

And the Lord shall have Dominion™ . . .

(Find a rhyme for revulsion)
Keep counting, sinners.
You still have time
to turn to Christ for salvation.
(You MUST be born again.)
                  St. John 3:3
Nov 2020 · 98
For Four Years Your Fears
ConnectHook Nov 2020
You never shut up.
You despised half of your nation.
You insulted your neighbors.
You believed the New York Times.
You whined.
You projected.
You hated.
You neurotically reacted to daily life.
You, and you alone, chose to revile.
You virtue-signaled your silly self into oblivion.
You put some SIGN on your suburban lawn.

Now you defend electoral fraud.
Go **** yourself.
We no longer listen to you.
Because you are dead.
TRUMP 2020, *******.
There are only 2 (two) genders.
*******.
Nov 2020 · 1.7k
Orange Dawn
ConnectHook Nov 2020
One fact remains, though we're cast aside:
Orange Man's driving . . .  (one hell of a ride).
Biden is not president.
The MEDIA doesn't call ****.
"President-Reject Joe B."
Ha ha ha ha hahahahaha
Nov 2020 · 175
Adverse Free Verse
ConnectHook Nov 2020


anyone
with half a brain
(right OR left)
knew it would turn out
like this
I knew as soon as they hyped-up Covid and permitted mail-in ballots.
Just say “NO” to global re-set:
https://www.bitchute.com/channel/vioTr8bGOlJi/
Oct 2020 · 61
Trumpkin Limerick
ConnectHook Oct 2020
Orange nightmare: it's All Hallows Eve
and the Donald is poised to receive
an extended four years.
Your electoral fears
are all much worse than you could believe.
Of course, if God's Own Anointed loses, I will motivate my minions to burn, loot and scream obscenities during a 4-year collective meltdown just like YOU DID 🎃🤡
ConnectHook Oct 2020
The cheapest of cheap plebeian drugs:
Burn and loot when police shoot thugs.
So, this really helps your cause?
(Just say "no" to Chairman O)

I know thy works:
behold, I have set before thee an open door,
and no man can shut it . . . (Rev 3:8)

T R U M P  2020
Oct 2020 · 188
Limericks Tweaked for Amy
ConnectHook Oct 2020
Ruthie Ginsburg is gone, and we’re glad.
Trump has found her replacement to add.
Let us look on and cheer!
The appointment is here
And progressives now drive themselves mad.

From the ACLU to the Court,
Ruth promoted the right to abort.
You may claim she was God’s
but she seemed, by all odds
more a midwife of murderous tort.

Say hello. Ginsburg’s honor is spent.
The new judge now begins her ascent .
Ruthie’s star has gone dead.
A black robe . . . or a red?
(Only Jesus can say where she went.)

        Postscript:

     Amy’s IN ! (and appointed to judge.)
     Rabid Liberal: curse not, nor begrudge.
     Are you feeling resigned?
     Your own team failed to find
     Any dirt; not a stain nor a smudge.
May Justice prevail !
Congratulations ACB
Oct 2020 · 138
Slogan Earring
ConnectHook Oct 2020
OCCUPY GENDER !
DECOLONIZE REVOLUTION !
DRIVE thru their INTERSECTIONS !
SCIENCE IS LOVE
BLACK LIVES IS REAL
NO HUMAN IS MATTER
LOVE IS HUMAN RIGHTS
WOMEN’S RIGHTS ARE EVERYTHING
KINDNESS IS ILLEGAL
Oct 2020 · 293
All In
ConnectHook Oct 2020
It's time he gets his well-merited fame;
Hard-drivin' Hunter, captured by his game.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Zvke_h-_iE
Oct 2020 · 624
Coplas y Cornetas
ConnectHook Oct 2020
Que suenen las trompetas
un don para el presidente:
La salsa lo hará grande
y elevará su mente.

Escuchen el tumbao:
compártanlo libremente—
y que él gane en noviembre
sin tumulto ni incidente.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNMsw9oADgM
Oct 2020 · 212
Knot Seize
ConnectHook Oct 2020
⚡️⚡️

Nein, nein, das is nicht der Einsatzgruppen
(Nor the Schutzstaffel, sure as shootin' . . . )

We understand that it's all you've got, see?
Labeling your neighbors **** . . .

As dumb as what real Nazis do:
Calling everyone else a Jew.

That Orange Man is bad; and how.
Eclipsing ******, Stalin, Mao . . .

But you, on the other hand, are worse—
And quite as bad as this, my verse.
Just admit that you are a sinner  
and ask the Lord Jesus Christ to forgive you
for your rebellion and error.
Oct 2020 · 97
Limerick Vaccine
ConnectHook Oct 2020
Grosskreutz chased him, intending to harm.
Kyle Rittenhouse sounded alarm;
Then surrounded by danger,
Engaged with that stranger
Who needed a shot in the arm.

Joey Rosenbaum handled it well,
Though he’s no longer present to tell;
And his threat: Shoot me ******
Elicits a snigger
From demons and devils in hell.

The third idiot, Huber by name
Used his skateboard to bludgeon. For shame!
Mr. Rittenhouse shot—
And that skater-dude got
A delicious hot slice of the same.
KENOSHA it’s great to be here tonight !
We love you all,
Such a wild audience...
Are you ready to ROCK ?

(Joseph Rosenbaum, Anthony Huber,
and Gage Grosskreutz were 🤡)
Sep 2020 · 116
Copla Orteguista
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Sandino ni aprobaría de ustedes.
Leo su destino en las paredes.
MENE MENE TEKEL UFARSIN
Sus días ya están contados.
Dios existe.
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Hay loj q prefieren
Feibú
y loj q prefieren
Mikimáu.

Pero yo prefiero
lo consonante finale.

Gracia porecuchalme.
We are espeak espanish jir!
Sep 2020 · 116
Listen 2 tha Science
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Phu Donal Truh !
Phu Donal Truh !
We gone burn this
Mufugga DOWN.

Fo JUSTICE !!
Please vote for Hiden/Barris 2020
Sep 2020 · 141
Ruthless Limericks
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Ruthie Ginsburg is gone, and that's sad.
Trump will find a replacement to add.
Let us look on and cheer
As appointment draws near;
The progressives now drive themselves mad.

From the ACLU to the Court,
she promoted the right to abort.
You may claim she was God's
but she seemed, by all odds
more a midwife of murderous tort.

Say goodbye. All her honor is spent.
A new judge now begins their ascent.
Ruthie's star has gone dead.
A black hole . . . or a red?
(Only Jesus can say where she went.)
A new pick for SCOTUS !
How exciting!
Go, Trumpy, GO !
Sep 2020 · 158
Discernment
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Try as I may, it is hard to spot
The nonsense verse of a poetry-bot.
I read it—but I cannot tell
If it’s from an AI source . . . or hell.
The ones who post verbal *****
every 4 hours . . .
Sep 2020 · 80
Triggeredisms
ConnectHook Sep 2020
We am wahmen.

You hasn't comprehends.

We is Peoples Of Colors wahmen
They is mad injustice
Needz mo justices NOW!
LGBTQRST get anger marching
Pronoun am sexism cisgenders
White Amerikkka destroy
Wahmens and Blak and Genderqueerz
Smash a windows kapitulisms
Y'all are not understands
so we threatens you y'all
Burns down bizness fo justice!
Destroy fo freedumbz
All Cops am ******* graffiti mo
Anarchy set u free POlice
Fight fo graffiti yo wall
**** da POlice wahmen right NOW!
Riot fo Blakk communities justice NOW !!
Occupy Intersectionals
Get hit by car fo CHANGE!
TRIGGERED LIVES MATTER !
We must all do our part to stand together in militant solidarity with those who bully, threaten, destroy businesses and communities in criminal rage like animals.
Sep 2020 · 368
Limeriqs
ConnectHook Sep 2020
The deplorable oracle Q
has the wicked unsure what to do.
And fake news can't control
What the masses extol;
The awakening rises on cue.


The crumbs have been scattered. Q spoke
what the media thought was a joke . . .
Q's disciples? Deplorable.
Quite unadorable,
spreading and massively woke.
Look out !
Q conspiracists are EVERYWHERE.
They look like normal ‘Muricans.
Rushing in where angels fear to tread,
“Where They Go 1 They Go All”.
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Cryptic crumbs of plots obliquely stated;
Kernels of God’s truth, elucidated,
Pop, explode, and puff the expanding corn
To be served up salted: Patriot-****—
Deplorable decentralized dissent
Lamentable, to some, in its ascent.

Miners of uncertain deep-state rumors,
Fake news-media loathes these balding boomers.
Nervously, they watch Q’s paunchy patrons
And monitor with scorn suburban matrons:
Subverters of the state, in baseball caps . . .
A joke to most, a threat to some, perhaps.

Q’s troublemakers fly triumphant banners
And agitate, with humble heartland manners.
The movement grows and mutates through new phases,
Evolving in numerological mazes.
Where one decoder goes, they would go all,
Restoring us to Eden from the Fall.

And suddenly the Media has fits
Because some Q-****’s YouTube gets more hits
Than all their propaganda-shows combined.
(In spite of all their fake news had designed)
Thus Q has blown, through half-coherent screeds,
The cover for the wicked and their deeds.
please note:
Q is an EXTREMELY dangerous disco movement

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn0xauJMHXI
Sep 2020 · 333
Quorum
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Q has infiltrated the infiltrators.
Uniting US in conspiracy.
WWG1WGA
I know, because Q told me I needed to know.
You are Q.
Because Q is no one
and no one is everywhere.
Q is the code AND the decryption algorithm.
You believe Q ? So what.
The DEMONS believe Q...
and they tremble.
Blood and fire await those
who spurn Q's boundless mercy.

Q has so subtly crept into your consciousness that YOU, foolish one, think Q is a groundless conspiracy theory,
thus validating and acknowledging Q's presence
in your inner sanctum.

Q knows who you are and where you live before you lived there.

Q shall do exceedingly and abundantly beyond all that Q can conceive.

Prepare to take up arms for Q (apocalyptically).
Clean your weapons and load extra magazines (metaphorically).
Sharpen your combat knives and prepare to strike (symbolically).
Hide the explosive charges and set the timers (allegorically).
Slay all who oppose Q
and fill the midnight graves
with their twitching corpses (emblematically).
Cleanse the nation of all corruption (spiritually).

We await Q's dictates
unto death and beyond.


(Q taught Q's mother-in-law EVERYTHING she knows.)
Please hit "like"
and subscribe to Q

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8zvttzEYD8
Sep 2020 · 304
Question Q
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Q is everywhere.

Before you know who Q is,
Q has your name and number.

Q says: do not believe Q.

Q is so devious,
So perfectly decentralized
that millions of Q-anons
Think Q is someone else.

Mainstream normie media
is now concerned about Q.

Fake News
is very worried about Q.

Therefore, we KNOW that Q
is nothing to be concerned about.

Q is psy-op hope ****
disguised as popcorn.

I believe Q.

DQ YQU?
Do NOT watch this:
https://youtu.be/2sn4kU-GI5s
Sep 2020 · 1.5k
punk rock seniors
ConnectHook Sep 2020
Mosh pit
at the Senior Center:
giving God the finger at 76.
Names no one heard of,
(bands long-dead
on their leather jackets)
still squatting anarchy,
arthritically smashing the State,
babbling Mao,
drooling Bakunin,
shocking the middle-class mores
as their Christian nurse
empties their bedpan
no sellout, etc.
Years
since ******* songs
were used for car commercials
on network T.V.
"We're gonna have a TV party tonite--
ALRIGHT!"
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