6d
The Stinking Pit
Hey, Capone, just pour a shot!
As the Days of Filth run hot,
That brute’s kinder, I confess,
Than a traitor’s sly finesse.
CowID and warfare—what a sight!
But the gangsters **** a mite,
While corruption claims its due—
Cops and doctors slay us too.
Worse than bullets in the head
Is a soul that’s left for dead.
Fascists have a simple creed:
Make the world too dumb to read.
Find a mind? Good luck, my friend!
Rot and ruin—there’s no end.
Crushed by lies, we drown in spit:
Earth’s become a stinking pit.
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Tanks Don’t Fear the Mud
Tanks don’t fear the mud and rain,
Dream of mines at night in vain.
Brave tank crews, so bold and eager,
Hear the call—attack grows bigger.
Fueled by LIES, they charge ahead,
Till they join the countless dead.
Scrap will melt, while sheep obey,
And foul fascism stays to stay.
---------------------
Schrödinger’s People
Schrödinger’s cat just longs to see
Her fellow trapped in mystery.
Yes or no—she’s had enough,
This experiment is rough.
Pseudo-science runs the show,
Preaching nonsense, loud and proud.
Like a priest who claims to know,
Shoving madness in a shroud.
Cat’s in the box—so are we all,
Fools revealed by **** so small.
Death comes later, slow but sure,
Poison’s drip is never pure.
God will lift the lid one day,
See the trick—no truth, just play.
What’s inside? Hell’s burning glow,
For our Doom was man-made woe.
---------------------
Twerk Away—You’re Pure Perfection!
A million views—your dance is fire!
But poems? No one will admire.
The crowd just craves a mindless thrill,
While art is left to rot and chill.
---------------------
Label People
Labels race at breakneck speed,
Struggle? Sure—but they proceed.
**** love contests, and their game
Wipes out sense and shifts the frame.
Hell or hardship? Who can tell?
Push ahead and ride through hell!
Trophies shine—no time to think,
Just line up, obey, don’t blink.
Planned is every next event,
Keeps the masses dull, content.
Winners rise, the crowd’s enthralled,
While the masters lurk in thrall.
Bread and circus—same old sight,
Mindless fools chase hollow light.
Eyes locked only on the goal,
Lost their thoughts, but kept their role.
---------------------
The Fashion of Fools
Trendy waves corrode and drain
Talent, wallet, taste, and brain.
Yet a fool will proudly claim
It’s a simple, harmless game.
Not just clothing—trends consume
Mind and spirit, warp and doom.
Echoed nonsense fills the air,
Idiots repeat—don’t care.
Trends and patterns are the same,
Fashion stamps out thought with shame.
Branded cattle walk in line,
Marked by fools who call it fine
---------------------
Beware of Fools
There’s no reason—none at all—
To let a fool inside your wall.
Stay away from brainless swine—
They’ll just waste your precious time.
Mediocrity will drain,
**** your strength and dull your brain.
Nurture brightness, sharp and free,
Or a fool is what you’ll be.
---------------------
Shameful Deeds
What once was shame is now the norm,
Corruption thrives in perfect form.
The mob’s been led to crave disgrace—
It’s bottomed out without a trace.
---------------------
Hollow Cravings
We crave too much—our souls wear thin,
Lost in passion, drowned in sin.
Chasing wants that have no weight,
Trapped in foolish schemes of fate.
---------------------
Persistent Vulgarity
Vulgarity will find a way,
It creeps through cracks—it’s here to stay.
Yet all its care, both sharp and small,
Is just itself and nothing more.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
Hey, Capone, just pour a shot!
As the Days of Filth run hot,
That brute’s kinder, I confess,
Than a traitor’s sly finesse.
CowID and warfare—what a sight!
But the gangsters **** a mite,
While corruption claims its due—
Cops and doctors slay us too.
Worse than bullets in the head
Is a soul that’s left for dead.
Fascists have a simple creed:
Make the world too dumb to read.
Find a mind? Good luck, my friend!
Rot and ruin—there’s no end.
Crushed by lies, we drown in spit:
Earth’s become a stinking pit.
---------------------
Tanks Don’t Fear the Mud
Tanks don’t fear the mud and rain,
Dream of mines at night in vain.
Brave tank crews, so bold and eager,
Hear the call—attack grows bigger.
Fueled by LIES, they charge ahead,
Till they join the countless dead.
Scrap will melt, while sheep obey,
And foul fascism stays to stay.
---------------------
Schrödinger’s People
Schrödinger’s cat just longs to see
Her fellow trapped in mystery.
Yes or no—she’s had enough,
This experiment is rough.
Pseudo-science runs the show,
Preaching nonsense, loud and proud.
Like a priest who claims to know,
Shoving madness in a shroud.
Cat’s in the box—so are we all,
Fools revealed by **** so small.
Death comes later, slow but sure,
Poison’s drip is never pure.
God will lift the lid one day,
See the trick—no truth, just play.
What’s inside? Hell’s burning glow,
For our Doom was man-made woe.
---------------------
Twerk Away—You’re Pure Perfection!
A million views—your dance is fire!
But poems? No one will admire.
The crowd just craves a mindless thrill,
While art is left to rot and chill.
---------------------
Label People
Labels race at breakneck speed,
Struggle? Sure—but they proceed.
**** love contests, and their game
Wipes out sense and shifts the frame.
Hell or hardship? Who can tell?
Push ahead and ride through hell!
Trophies shine—no time to think,
Just line up, obey, don’t blink.
Planned is every next event,
Keeps the masses dull, content.
Winners rise, the crowd’s enthralled,
While the masters lurk in thrall.
Bread and circus—same old sight,
Mindless fools chase hollow light.
Eyes locked only on the goal,
Lost their thoughts, but kept their role.
---------------------
The Fashion of Fools
Trendy waves corrode and drain
Talent, wallet, taste, and brain.
Yet a fool will proudly claim
It’s a simple, harmless game.
Not just clothing—trends consume
Mind and spirit, warp and doom.
Echoed nonsense fills the air,
Idiots repeat—don’t care.
Trends and patterns are the same,
Fashion stamps out thought with shame.
Branded cattle walk in line,
Marked by fools who call it fine
---------------------
Beware of Fools
There’s no reason—none at all—
To let a fool inside your wall.
Stay away from brainless swine—
They’ll just waste your precious time.
Mediocrity will drain,
**** your strength and dull your brain.
Nurture brightness, sharp and free,
Or a fool is what you’ll be.
---------------------
Shameful Deeds
What once was shame is now the norm,
Corruption thrives in perfect form.
The mob’s been led to crave disgrace—
It’s bottomed out without a trace.
---------------------
Hollow Cravings
We crave too much—our souls wear thin,
Lost in passion, drowned in sin.
Chasing wants that have no weight,
Trapped in foolish schemes of fate.
---------------------
Persistent Vulgarity
Vulgarity will find a way,
It creeps through cracks—it’s here to stay.
Yet all its care, both sharp and small,
Is just itself and nothing more.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
