By: David Wayne Clare

Sad commentary on society
**** of the earth
Killer of innocent children
His ugly mamma gave birth

Slime dog is a quack
Sells dope and smacks on
I ask you kindly
Where is Michael Jackson?

Take a walk through the forest look up at the trees and hills
Show me one tree that actually grows pills

Bring back the guillotine
Abolish civil rights for uncivil wrongs
The 8th amendment is a shield
To the drug-dealer… we must not yield!


(Anagram: MANIAC PRIDELESS FOOL = MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL)

© In Perpetuity – All Rights Reserved By The Author: David Wayne Clare  


In Asia on the airplane embarkation card it reads... Death to drug dealers in Asia!
I lived in parts of Asia many of the drug dealers get caught and shot...see YouTube

I gave you all I had to give, still you wanted more, you stole the very heart right out of me
I lived and breathed and dressed for you, I even undressed for you
Now, I have but one request of you…


It’s so hard to admit to this mistake, true confessions of a royal-rake
At times you were so very odd, a Valentino, a Marquis De Sade
I got cut up in your one-way game now I’ve got no one but myself to blame
I’ll get back at you, someday you will pay, but for now I can only pray that you’ll…

Put it back where you found it the love you took from me
Put it back where you found it my hearts in misery
Put it back where you found it the life you took from me
It’s so hard to live without what you took so easily

Yours is the kind to take control, a thief of love without a soul
Return my heart and take these blues, there’s no use keeping what you can’t use
I’ve known lots of guys but you’re unique the way you hypnotize and your mystique
I fell for your scent an aphrodisiac, but you’re just a clever kleptomaniac

Put it back where you found it the love you took from me
Put it back where you found it my hearts in misery
Put it back where you found it the life you took from me
It’s so hard to live without what you took so easily

The best thing in my life that I could ever do would be to simply stay away from you but I can’t as long as you have that divine part of what was once mine so I’m asking you just put it back…


(The anagram of VIOLENT DATE = *******)

©In Perpetuity By: David Wayne Clare  - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - Clairvoyant Music / BMI

READ THIS ALOUD!  

LINK > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbYkiKKNZEI

Bangkok Spooky      POEM By: David Wayne Clare
(Edgar Allen Poe style Poem I wrote about NaNa Klong Toey – The heart of Bangkok’s Wild Nightlife Fun!)

Where every **** Thai ***** filled night on the Sukhumvit is like Halloween...

BANGKOK, a dimension of unspeakable filth! In forbidden circles of those who never admit they detest boredom. Will do any curry favor to partake in the whoremongering Babylonian proclivities and vile ****** festivities found only here in this seething sinister air in this insatiable cyclone of sin is thick with musky city 5000 year aged ancient old dust…

This, the Krong Thep City became Bangkok in 1769 today still as then can turn a wholesome foreign gentleman into a freak a wholesome man who dare visit here will fast become a vexed drooling fool in less time than it takes to cross the filth ridden ****** crosswalks of ancient soot and dust from the many Tuk Tuks exhaust the man will become lost and of no use as his very soul will wail in the Asian musk –

...once bitten twice smitten kid in a candy shop will drop his Thai baht money as there is no way out as to ever leave here… as he yearns to become wanton in fiery incision with incurable desires within this hideous overload of sensual persuasions of kitsch and splendor vile derision…

Better wear tightly a neck brace as the Thai traits of beyond gorgeous dolls trolls and trollups

Will beckon your embrace where even Ulysses could not be bound by sailors ropes as the sheer grasp with Herculean strength of a he man will snap the mast of the voyagers ship as you slip into the abyss of her to die for jup jup kiss…

He will wish away his all until his head takes in all of the bliss and soon he cries tears of blood.
Siam, is the age old ancient matriarch of ultra **** ladies very young to very old.

Caveat Emptus, to all ye fools who dare enter and dare to survive here as this is the fool’s gold street soi boutique in the twilight realm of illusions and lady boy Léger Jermaine…

Beware, there is no turning back in Bangkok! Its nightly floggings and unmentionable 10,000 delights has for eons mesmerized the lost fools Oh the tales of ancients street freaks grip tightly
Your very soul nightly!

D. Clare

The Weapons of Mass Seduction    By: David Wayne Clare
(a message about global discrimination)


Imagine a World today with only love Where no one fights, pushes or shoves

Humans racing to share embrace The only thing worn is a smiling face

Working together in nature's land Linguistically silent so as to understand

No passports are needed to travel afar Always feel welcomed no matter who you are

People all happy, through peace we co-exist No war-time armies here for us to enlist

We reap what we sow, no one bears greed When nature provides us all that we need

All join hands together to end all the crime Let's learn from mistakes past now of our mankind

Knowledge is the key to all future instruction As we empower the weapons of mass seduction...

World Peace Now! Love Conquers Hatred! End Discrimination!


(The Anagram of ADOLPH ****** = HOT RAPID HELL
While the Anagram of ALBERT EINSTEIN = TEN ELITE BRAINS)


© In Perpetuity By: David Clare - All Rights Reserved
For my great uncle...Truman Clare

We can't help what we look like, be kind to all brothers and sisters...

What could be more real then reality itself?...but to a person who is perhaps Third Eye Blind nothing is real... to those who despise poetry they must be culturally bankrupt and if so then take all the books off the shelves and close down the libraries for those who see poetry as something that isn't real ... that kind of myopic opinion makes me sick...

Opinion vary...

D. Clare

I'm upset from old girlfriend who obviously cares nothing for literature and poetry... How can anyone be so incredibly stupid?

Yes, I was in Thailand prison for many several months for visa overstay

Then deported, my plans were thwarted to teach school to help dek dek (Thai word for children)

What the hell heck?

Why the penalty? I'm not the enemy!

The weird thing I saw was the nicest guys were in prison camp too, what bad did they do?

All the inmates were good to each other; an odd array of global brothers

It was fun to play bamboo broom guitar like I was the jail house rock star

"Play some more rock-n-roll for us!" they would shout.

Felt young, no mirror to see my wild un-flattered looks
Wrote my best songs on empty pages in old tattered books

The Thai warden was nice to me, gave me coconut cookies for free
(He had no front teeth!)

I made each man jump and work out... Kids age 16 to amputee

All cheered for my creativity...

The day I was released, they all rushed to cry to say our farewells and goodbyes

I had more fun in Thailand prison then now that I am back in USA, funny huh?

Camaraderie is a true commodity!

God bless Thai children who told me they loved me, while USA kids throw rocks at me!

True story

D. Clare
I love Bangkok #1
Am Dop Nueng!

...here she comes and there she goes
when she gets up she puts on her clothes and goes home!

Some guys have all the luck
some guys do nothing but *******

Or maybe its best this a way to be alone
Who can say?

I once had her; she kicked a hole in my heart!
My heart was blind so now that hole has grown a third-eye to spy upon
the future misery of a younger man going through the same crap I used to...

here she comes and there she goes...
when she gets up she puts on her party clothes and goes home with his stolen credit cards, jewelry, Rolex watch and more she stole from the guy before...


dclare