Take a bow for taking a knee.
We want to thank you for being woke
After falling asleep in the land of the Free;
(The punchline to your own lame joke.)

minor-league fascist wannabe
half-baked ****, failed bank-robber
killing unarmed citizens of your pink banana republic
your air-head wife erects steel forests
your people despise you:
God is judging you.

¿Por qué arrestaron a Rubén Darío?


¡Poseía Poesía!

Burn it down smash chant and rebel

Because Social

Build barricade graffiti burn police car

Be. Cause Social Revolt

Break capital glass windows

Because Social Revolt Requires

Unleash wrath chain reaction movement

Because Social Revolt Requires Mass

Destroy cisgender patriarchy privilege

Because Social Revolt Requires Mass Ignorance.

It's fun to adjust the settings
on my very lifelike doll.
I charge her up, I flip her switch,
and then I'm in her thrall.

She talks and smiles, she scolds and scorns,
Through wedded bliss and strife;
My genuine intelligence:
My dear long-suffering Wife.

Submerged remains
Of unknown cities
Under deserts
Once verdant
With vegetation...

Forgotten
Beneath subduction zones
Primordial primeval ghosts:
An anterior world
Judged by God;

Coal, crude oil
Sloughed-off debris
Of the antediluvian creation,
Organic life, massive greenery
Buried under great pressure

Blesses our world
from your exhaust pipe.

🎸
Too many whites gone red—
That’s why I got the blues...
🎶🎵
Said so many lost whites turned red—
That’s why I got the blues...
🎵🎶
Neurotic products of higher ed:
Forced to read Marcuse.

Pay no mind
To the brown agitator
Stirring the Pre-Columbian ***,
Hating on the West.

Lend no ear
To the white propagandist
Spewing half-baked Marxism
From a podium of dysfunction.

Give no place
To the black militant
Scowling sullenly
In her queer Afrocentricity.

These voices are symptoms;
They are angry ghosts
Of dead souls
Who exchanged God

For a lie.

✰

Study Jonestown.

Study the microcosm:
same old socialist
tyrant on the loudspeaker:
revolutionary compound,
demon king enthroned
in his pavilion;
feudal lord
having his way
with all his nubile daughters;
the inner circle
with the automatic weapons.

⛧

Jim Jones
was a star.
no Little Richard, he . . .
no wannabe white nights
of James Browns . . .
away with your Elvises
your Supremes . . .  
lightweight crooners all:
mere Marilyn Mansons.

But Reverend Jones
played the REAL funk,
the TRUE soul music.

There is earth.
There is wind, and sometimes
fire.

But Jonestown, LIVE—
that was a show, brothers and sisters.

When Reverend Jones was at the mike
it was serious as hell.

(Father knows best.)

★

same old lies / same old poison
spiritual wickedness / lost souls recycled for hell
communes / community / communism

(heard all this **** before):

strident calls for Social Justice / the Social Gospel / Socialist Delusion

Father knows how it ends.

Drink up, brothers and sisters:

it's closing time.

Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing:
I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried:
mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They that hate me without a cause
are more than the hairs of mine head:
they that would destroy me,
being mine enemies wrongfully,
are mighty:
then I restored that which I took not away.

O God, thou knowest my foolishness;
and my sins are not hid from thee.

Let not them that wait on thee, O Lord God of hosts,
be ashamed for my sake:
let not those that seek thee be confounded for my sake,
O God of Israel.

Because for thy sake I have borne reproach;
shame hath covered my face.

I am become a stranger unto my brethren,
and an alien unto my mother's children.

For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up;
and the reproaches of them that reproached thee
are fallen upon me.

When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting,
that was to my reproach.

I made sackcloth also my garment;
and I became a proverb to them.

They that sit in the gate speak against me;
and I was the song of the drunkards.

But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Lord,
in an acceptable time:
O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me,
in the truth of thy salvation.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink:
let me be delivered from them that hate me,
and out of the deep waters.

Let not the waterflood overflow me,
neither let the deep swallow me up,
and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord; for thy lovingkindness is good:
turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies.

And hide not thy face from thy servant;
for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it:
deliver me because of mine enemies.

Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame,
and my dishonour:
mine adversaries are all before thee.

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness:
and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;
and for comforters, but I found none.

They gave me also gall for my meat;
and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

Let their table become a snare before them:
and that which should have been for their welfare,
let it become a trap.

Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not;
and make their ***** continually to shake.

Pour out thine indignation upon them,
and let thy wrathful anger take hold of them.

Let their habitation be desolate; and let none dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten;
and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.

Add iniquity unto their iniquity:
and let them not come into thy righteousness.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living,
and not be written with the righteous.

But I am poor and sorrowful:
let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.

I will praise the name of God with a song,
and will magnify him with thanksgiving.

This also shall please the Lord
better than an ox or bullock that hath horns and hoofs.

The humble shall see this, and be glad:
and your heart shall live that seek God.

For the Lord heareth the poor, and despiseth not his prisoners.

Let the heaven and earth praise him,
the seas, and every thing that moveth therein.

For God will save Zion, and will build the cities of Judah:
that they may dwell there, and have it in possession.

The seed also of his servants shall inherit it:
and they that love his name shall dwell therein.

Psalm 69 [KJV]

Marxist Lesbian Lives Matter!

P.C. 31 said "We caught a ***** one",
Maxwell stands alone;
Painting testimonial pictures,
oh, oh, oh, oh . . .
[P. McCartney]

This procurer of underage tail
made the Post, and then later, the Mail  
Let us sing our refrain
for recruiter Ghislaine:
we would like her detained without bail.

While her In-N-Out burger went cold,
Madame Maxwell was looking quite old.
Let her smile for the Times;
and then pay for her crimes
after all of her secrets are told.

y'all am racist
cuz y'all is not non-racist
racism was intersect autonomy
defund my peoples NOW!
we is demand are immediate
you is no privilege
to tell we who am people of colors
y'all shut UP!

(long stream of angry expletives...)

Too much feminism here in Babylon
We need to export some
To where it is needed:
Stagnating backwaters
Of machete-weilding machismo;
Brutal huts where infibulated brides
Are purchased with livestock;
Desert purgatories
Where women appear
As veiled ghosts.

But here?
In THIS place?
More feminism?

Don't make me laugh.
Women are only one of two genders.
We have feminism to spare.

Patriots protest The Lockdown: how extreme.
Everyone flips out.
But now we see a new communistic meme:
Rent-a-Riots smashing it up for Floyd.
(It's more than truths and rights that get destroyed)

Science and Justice:
Bankrupt buzzwords.
You who mouth them
Go to hell.

Peaceful protest:
Oxymorons
Burning cars
and smashing things.

Race and racists;
Nonstop news hype
From fake media
Take a hike.

BLAKK
PROPAGANDA
MATTERZ

Bow down
before a clown.
Offer him
your cap and gown
and then receive
a virtual crown.

🖤+🖤+🖤+🖤+🖤+🖤


Bunk in a Trumper...

Bump in a trunker... no, wait

TRUNK in a Bumper.

bite back
white fright
white flack
black blight
lack light
light right
black rise
white lies
black lies
right rise
white right
night light
black flies
bright white
white ring wising
black light rising
bright black

Amidst a merging of insurgencies
was a surging of emergencies.

The ineluctable conclusion:

unelectable condition of the candidates
was due to unconditional election of God’s chosen.

Head in the deer-lights.
Light in the deer-heads.
Deer in the light-heads.

(something like that)

En nuestras ciudades
Diversidades
De perversidades

Fraternidades
En fealdades

Localidades
De barbaridades

Multiplicidades
De mortalidades
Sin piedades

Desigualdades
De enfermedades

Edades
De maldades.

The final battle . . .
***** vikings overeat:
"Smörgåsbordgasm"

My cat WOKE:
Petra Electra Perpetua.

I’m telling y’all, she massive woke;
lit, like wicked wick holy smoke.

She outsmart Christopher ******* dreamin’
teach a dog where a BONE at,
discern every demon,
(not to mention advanced forensics.)

She rise, she yawn, she stretch, she flex
then start cashin’ every other pet paychecks.

She charge per minute just to LOOK at her fur
while she sharpen her nails. My Petra purr . . .

Dogs be all: WOOF
She don’t even answer.
Scribe rhymed Arabic lyrics
while she beat a belly dancer
with her TAIL, pfffffft. . .

My girl don’t tag, she SPRAY.
Mark every wall, y’all . . .
Seen all over the hood, gnome sain?

Offer her Sheba, she like:
Won’t touch it. Give me that Meow Mix.

My girl teach Afrikan lioness about *****;
*** on a paean, droppin’ lyrics like mice
other feline get fussy
my kitty get NICE.

TikTok your Instagram feed
right into her bowl.

My girl so woke,
save her own fanged soul.

Slip out the house—she gone.
Workin’ secret route to EGYPT.
Roast every priestess in Bastet city;

My kitty taught CLEOPATRA (u feel me?)
about *****.

She scratch Catwoman, pounce on Robin
Batman wet his weak-*** mask, sobbin’.

My girl woke;
so woke she don’t nap, she sleep—

profoundly. Soundly. DEEP.

pre-Genesis,
she adumbrates in artifice
as you orate, then hesitate
before the portal of unnamed being
reconnoitering.

You gather your forces
to exploit her resources
aroma of Soma:
illimitable subliminal bliss
limned in liquescent lucidity. . .

Tantric hat-trick:
pull a white dove out of the universal yoni
when her lingam penetrates your third eye
your chakras align and you hit her cosmic jackpot:
all sevens in unknown Proto-Indo-European tongues.

The apsaras invite all the devis over
for Christmas in Jerusalem
Pangea cracks, spreads apart in differentiation;
incontinent continents drift
then recombine
in individuation . . .

Your anima gets an enema
as the Beast melts down
and the heavens descend.

Then clean it all up
and look for a beer in the cosmic fridge.

Sociopath usurpers rise to the top
Floating above mere human resources:
Doubtful cream of a churned and churning crop
Soulless spawn of data-driven forces.

I long to see them finally confounded;
I’ll laugh as they leap from towering losses
Their assets seized, liquefied, impounded . . .
May God repay our sociopath bosses!

Eternal salvation’s a gift

From a righteous young maid in a shift

Who had never been laid;

By God’s Spirit: hand-made

was her baby, our burdens to lift.

§§§

You speak eloquently

calmly, liltingly,

With West Indian precision.

Your island inflection

Is so lovely. Talk to me

About anything . . .

I could listen all day.

Let us resume the conversation

In Heaven.

Unto eternity . . .

Where we shall be perfected.

I can’t forget your voice.