What do you want for your birthday? Do you want a  hysterectomy? I held an old, dying ****** in my arms and he whispered, “you are my friend.” He had a public assistance check in his pocket that he wanted me to have. “What about your 14 children?” I asked. He farted and died.

"...They started vaccinating and within four months had an outbreak of over 350 cases of polio." -- Viera Schiebner Ph.D. citing stats from Pediatric Infectious Disease Journal, 1991 concerning polio vaccine campaign in several South American countries

No H.I.V. virus has ever been proven to exist.... A.I.D.S. is not a new disease, but a collection of old diseases renamed, and that the real threat to the public's health are the worthless H.I.V. tests and toxic H.I.V./A.I.D.S. drugs. (1992 first ed.) Vaccines Are Dangerous: A Warning to the Black Community by Curtis Cost

Natural Health Website:
Dr. Maurice Hilleman made astounding revelations in an interview that was cut from The Health Century -- the admission that Merck drug company vaccines had been injecting dangerous viruses into people worldwide. Bear in mind that Dr. Hilleman was the developer of Merck's vaccine program. He developed over three dozen vaccines, more than any other scientist in history. He was a member of the U.S. National Academy of Science, the Institute of Medicine, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and the American Philosophical Society. He received a special lifetime achievement award from the World Health Organization. Hilleman was one of the early vaccine pioneers to warn about the possibility that simian viruses might contaminate vaccines.

Robert Plant, the plagiarist plagiarizes onward & upward.
Beware song-writers: he'll be looking to steal from you!

PEPSI IS FLAVORED WITH THE KIDNEY CELLS OF ABORTED BABIES : In 2010 Children of God for Life broke the news about Pepsi's alliance with Senomyx, which led to a worldwide boycott of Pepsi products. Pepsi had many other options at its disposal to produce flavor chemicals, which is what its competitors do, but had instead chose to continue using aborted fetal cells -- or as Senomyx put it, "isolated human taste receptors."

Till the moment she flat-lined she supported Rockefeller's boy Barry Soetoro (Obama) who has killed 1,000's of Arab mothers & their children by drone aircraft attacks. Find someone less blood-lusting than "Maya Angelou" to drool over.

*☒ ☒ ☒ “I am in full agreement [with terror bombing]. I am all for the bombing of working class areas in German cities. I am a Cromwellian. I believe in slaying in the name of the Lord!” — Archibald Sinclair, Secretary for Air


A world devoid of homosexuals would not know the gaiety of picnics, plaid shirts & polka-dotted ******. A homosexy-free world have no use for shin implants, flower children, the Bee Gees, John Travolta & 4 secret hand shakes of the U.A.W.


Before rehabilitation: homosexuals must be taught how to read. Let us support group efforts & group support efforts to win the war against homosexual illiterates and the illiteracy they champion!

Maya Angelou wrote of being a *******, a ******* madam, a communist and a lesbian. She hustled for racist/State eugenicist Margaret ******'s Planned Parenthood. Margaret ****** referred to negroes as human weeds. Planned Parenthood kills 1,400 unborn negroes daily. Maya Angelou supported the South African husband/wife terrorist team of Nelson & Winnie Mandela.

WEB: Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. was willing to act independently; in 1956, he broke party ranks and supported President Dwight D. Eisenhower for re-election, saying the civil rights plank in the Democratic Party platform was too weak. In 1958, he survived a determined effort by the Tammany Hall Democratic Party machine in New York to oust him in the primary election. In 1960, Powell, hearing of planned civil rights marches at the Democratic Convention, which could embarrass the party or candidate, threatened to accuse Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. of having a homosexual relationship with the activist Bayard Rustin unless the marches were canceled. King agreed to cancel the planned events, and Rustin resigned from the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.

Fire men who poke me with fire hydrants are shamefully shameless
because I see the fire men poking me as bein' shamelessly shameful

Painting your metal roof. Use paint. Don't just spit or *** or puke on the roof and say “All done.” Saturating your metal roof with ****** fluids is no substitute for paint.

I saw a film today, oh goy, Jesus Christ had just
won the war, all by Himself, without Dad's help...

5 bullets into John Lennon = big curtailment of public appearances,
hand-holding, bun-baking, Greek shipping-magnate disappearances

A little girl eats a muffin while her father gets a haircut.
“You're going to get hair on your muffin,” the barber warns.
“No **** you *******,” she replies, “and someday I'm going to get ******* too.”

"But trouble started with the inordinate boasting of heroes' wives who taunted their less fortunate sisters with particularly nasty remarks such as: 'Chicks and chickies, that's what you are'...The situation was not improved by mortified rejects who roamed the night, serenading heroes' wives with suggestive reflections on empty beds and the like...which led to immediate acts of reprisal, the heroes' wives arming themselves with their late husbands' weapons and assaulting their detractors in public." Fr. "A Far-Out Book: The Hero Maker"(1959) by Akbar del Piombo

Wood pallet underpants & brassieres are made from discarded oak wood pallets. These undergarments are sturdy and treated with fire retardants. You'll feel a mother's love when you ******* an oak pallet bra. They lift and they separate each **** to keep them even.

Jim Backus (Feb. 25, 1913 – July 3, 1989)
Natalie Schafer (Nov. 5, 1900 – Apr. 10, 1991)
Bob Denver (Jan. 9, 1935 – Sept. 2, 2005)
Russell Johnson (Nov. 10, 1924 – Jan. 16, 2014)

"We have these two different understandings of human sexuality: the hedonistic, self-indulgent understanding, the self-interested one; and the one that has procreation at its heart, and that is characterized by the need to acknowledge responsibility and obligation. And just so no one will miss the point: the reason that homosexuality epitomizes the [first] one is that homosexuals are not haunted by the prospect or possibility of procreation — because they're simply not capable of it. I think this is pretty obvious, isn't it? And it was understood in human society at one point that if you're not capable of procreation, marriage doesn't have anything to do with you, because marriage is about procreation." -- Alan Keyes

is scary & disorienting. One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

One minute you're at home eating a banana (and loving it), and the next minute you're on the phone speaking with someone from a bordering state.

You pump my pumped ***** lovingly with your pumpin' love stick
in our ripped Coleman tent when the thickset air is so thickly thick,
before I shave my furriest under-parts with your razor-sharp Schick,
in the days when I traded baths for a hollow promise & a moist lick

Let me explain. It's an accepted fact that 3 out of 4 bowel movements are superfluous, meaning: they are just not needed. A person can strengthen (monolithically) his **** sphincter by T.B.C. (total bowel control). For now on I will abbreviate total bowel control with T.B.C. No ****, I'll really do it and also: I'm not ******* you! It's Tuesday (a new day) and a day for the inescapable, pain-in-the- ***, diurnal, daily scheduled bowel movement! You may be saying: “Good God must I?” The answer (and remember: I'm not feeding you a load of ****!) is NO! People proficient in algebra **** on a 48-hour time table, and for trigonometry students it's not even that! Can you believe it? Or better: Can you relieve it? Next time I'll tell you how to ***** on target every time and how to urinate into beer bottles while you're cruising down the highway algebraically fast.

Let me explain. It's an accepted fact that 3 out of 4 bowel movements are superfluous, meaning: they are just not needed. A person can strengthen (monolithically) his **** sphincter by T.B.C. (total bowel control). For now on I will abbreviate total bowel control with T.B.C. No ****, I'll really do it and also: I'm not ******* you! It's Tuesday (a new day) and a day for the inescapable, pain-in-the ***, diurnal, daily scheduled bowel movement! You may be saying: “Good God must I?” The answer (and remember: I'm not feeding you load of ****!) is NO! People proficient in algebra **** on a 48-hour time table, and for trigonometry students it's not even that! Can you believe it? Or better: Can you relieve it? Next time I'll tell you how to ***** on target every time and how to urinate into beer bottles while you're cruising down the highway algebraically fast.

“You're going to get hair on your muffin,” the barber warned.

“No **** you *******,” she replied, “and
someday I'm going to get ******* too.”

Paradise is between Allāh & his sword, cold reality bores the bored
Heaven is betwixt Allāh & the sword, stark realism bores the bored
Heaven flies betwixt Allāh & a sword, low living floors the floored
Valhalla fails 'tween Allāh & a sword, scary songs floor the floored
Paradise is with Allāh & his sword, neo-reality ****** men ******
Paradise lives with Allāh & a holy sword, skanks trick men ******

There must be a grimy, non-theatrically saucy way to gratify, for 55 minutes, a woman sexually like Béla Lugosi did when he was alive working as a working worker bee in a working worker bee bee hive

Losing my only Siamese twin was bad because our gay mail man is
weird & dumb & plays a bad-*** harmonica through his spotty ***

Not even big Elton John can answer gynecological questions with a straight face when a cop is spraying into his 2 eyes tear gas & mace
while singing 94 songs niggardly with malice & no humbling grace
in front of disaffected clerics prone to denounce a ***-wedlock case
that alludes to ****** ***** undulating unholstered under frilly lace
I enthusiastically applaud your fanciful ball gowns, your high-brow
way of speaking, your youthful exuberance & your immature age &
I was sad until you said hello to set off my 9 o'clock homicidal rage
Let's selflessly sing of canned lima beans like would singer Gordon Lightfoot, like 216 canned lima bean hoarders hoardin' right should

At 106 artiste Tyrus Wong croaked forever, 'cause the ***** weren't
too overly clever. He'd occasionally puke on putrefied catfish heads
just like a Củ Chi Tunnel hiding, Uncle ** fearin,' Viet Cong ****.
Your beautiful eyebrows drawn-on make my **** quiver like the ice
& wet snow on my **** makes the hole of whole **** shakily shiver
& wet snow on my **** makes the whole of **** hole shakily shiver
& **** sleet on my **** makes the whole of **** rim hazily deliver
& the dam sleet on a **** makes 10 whole **** clam quakily deliver
"Here's to the best of times, George Washington!" retorted the slave
teen who was bigger, as Martha mounted their blackest buck ******
"Here's to the best time ever, John Adams!" bemoaned house slaves
with boy jitters who took it bigger from their tar baby's buck ******
In total darkness I felt the quiverin' of your huge, stationary lard ***
followed by the prison cussin' of a prisoner's probationary hard sass
that upholds the right, of close-shaven-Brazilian-bikini-clad bathing
chicks 'neath sheets on the beach, to a handy 4 vinegar-strokes each

I'll just quit, give up, resign or abdicate on chicks too dumb to learn
that milk cream dumped off cliffs ain't like cream in a butter churn.
Don't pour battery acid over my corn flakes please! I know that you
love me despite my house full of fleas & many bounced-check fees.
If I had a million-dollar yacht I just know that fellow million-dollar yachtsmen would have more respect for me whilst I am temporarily
living for free, behind a Walmart dumpster near a dead walnut tree.

I was peeing in the woods like I always do when a grizzly bear*
*appeared in front of me. I punched him in the leg and killed him.

I sell potatoes and shoe polish door-to-door
and I really love it because people are
welcoming and don't try to **** me
very often or anything.

Dead Rose One  Nov 2017
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1194245/why-lesbians-turn-me-on/

The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Show  Nov 2017
I met a "married" twosome of ****-divers last week, 1 is a school
teacher (all legs & lipstick) & the other sells water filtration gadgets.

I need a ***** for a token because this corporation's racially broken
I need a ***** quickly, if I expect the N.A.A.C.P. to really pick me
I carefully aimed 6 of my 12 machine guns with the realization that
wealthy white men desire young, skinny women & not old, fat ones

Let me touch you appropriately for an hour while I can move under
total ambulatory power. Let me kiss you where it's dark, behind tall
bushes in the park where I will nibble on your milkless whale shark
baited ***** nibs like shark bait is nibbled by a race-baited sea shark.

Put a quarter under your pillow and the good fairy will give you a tooth. Lay white ****** across the train tracks and the oat meal man will **** your sister.

Dry-chapped babes in hoops display it squarely with self-awareness
& crooked actualization, slight agitation & pathetical determination
hampered by bouts of disruptive pancreatico-digestive regurgitation
on bags of rocks, rags born of sox on hags sans pox-clot infiltration

The flat curving of nothing has round Pawnee pawing black ground
in Texas hills, where pale girls are creamy & mud shacks are sound

She boosted my wave-nuts, like she learned from ghetto-black *****
who were pimped by pimps, like sisters of ghetto-pimped-out mutts

I was ******* several stewardesses in the privacy of the airport when a call was placed for me. It was the president. What now?

I'm down then beveled. I'm subservient yet sassy. I'm intermittently invisible to sonar (not radar nor magnetic imaging). Oriental society entreats me to success. When I'm out (out of my cave which requires no roof maintenance), I'm of the chance-taking, heart-attack faking, mausoleum-shaking caliber that killed Dad deader than Dirk Bogarde & Yoko Tani.

Some people see the glass as half empty. I see the glass as half black like Obama.

When I got another job bathing 9 rhinos I thought that I would shed
my dreaded fear of being cornered by a ***** ******, but alas, after
bathing my third ****** my fear of ******* rhinos got even bigger

I could promise many things: steel cotter keys for your mechanical joints, tightly-meshed wound gauze, an I.U.D. pamphlet written by Walter Sickert's great grand niece. But what of it? You'll still continue under indirection. Up's not down. Geese ain't lions. Grow a mustache like your Italian aunt. Stop playing 'possum.

Greetings from Unalaska where it's colder than a well-digger's *** whose best tattoo is that of a 2-headed pink cobra slithering out of the right eye socket of a blood-dripping-horned skull of Adolf ****** as it chomps down on a bald-headed, legless ***** ****** who's got a gammadion cross tattooed betwixt his eyes like Charles Manson.

I've been suddenly promoted to head of jury!
Falling off a building caused my head injury!