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Jason Feb 2021
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Sometimes I say things,
which make me look like a ****.
I contend that I am merely mushroom-shaped.
Which isn't surprising considering that I was kept in the
dark and fed nothing but ******* for twenty five years.
Maybe it's time I step out into that sunlight.
Shake off all
the shadows
of lies given
to me as gold.
Incinerate the
vampires fangs
out of my arteries.
Turn this mushroom
into a mushroom-cloud.
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© 02/23/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Max Neumann Dec 2019
concrete, metal, steel and glass
lustrous phalluses
skyscraping
lighting up the dark
no stars
visible  
visual
pollution.

with an iron fist
the rulers of the world
reign the world
out of the towers of babylon 8.

who are these people?
what are they doing all day and all night long?
what are we being told?

beneath the towers: a vast red light district
populated by desperate, greedy, machiavellian creatures:
driven by addiction

drugs are sold in the street 24/7
since the councilmen of babylon 8 established a drug policy
that is called "babylon's way".

it has been administered for three decades and ensures that slingers and dealers are given a set place to do what they are used to do.

in order to calm worried citizens, the police raid a stash house every couple of weeks while dealers are waiting across the street to go on as soon as the cops will be leaving.

the rulers of the world are addicted to themselves; many are using.

the slingers are faithful to any kind of mind-altering substance; many are dying right now.

close to you and close to me
while these words are written down and by the time they will be read.

people die daily because they do drugs.

most die due to abuse
some because of regular use
and even a few
trying it the first time.

what do YOU think ––
can anybody hear the addicts' last breaths inside the towers?

how do the rulers of the world perceive the world?
what's going on in babylon 8?

besides: babylon 8 is not an imaginary city.

it's real name is
frankfurt am main
located in
germany
(a.k.a. "bankfurt" a.k.a. "krankfurt")

globally known for
its fair
its stock exchange ––
and a skyline
of bank towers
"Krank" means "sick" and "ill" in German.

The slang term "Krankfurt" describes an alienated place where barely everything is possible, regardless of the German law system.

And where illegal activity
takes place in all social environments.

The city's drug policy is called "Frankfurter Weg".
(Frankfurt's Way.)

According to several statistics, the drug trade within the red light district draws a profit of $ 1.1 million. Each day of the year.
Addiction and greed never sleep.

At the same time, Frankfurt offers a variety of museums, theaters and an opera house;
many of them being internationally popular.

The Main river and his shores are lovely; on Sundays, many people go there for a walk.

It is never about a place.
It's about the way of your life.

Today is a good day.


Babylon 8 is a composition of different poems. Read the first part:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3437522/babylon-8-fantasy-girls-scene/
Max Neumann Nov 2019
don't get on my nerves
kiddo it
ain't your mother's
fault that you're
a sucker

daddys come like
torpedos
daddys are
torpedos

who are you though?

no sweet toddler
no child
no youngster

i don't give a **** about
you

i am your daddy kiddo
i am a torpedo kiddo

don't gimme that family
*******
you ain't nothing but a
kiddo

fortyfive year old
hangaround
deadbeat
***
leech

you're the harmless
version
toothless dracula

couldn't care less
about you
I looked at him right in the eye and yelled,

“DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EMOTION AND HEARTBREAK YOU’VE CAUSED OVER THE YEARS????”

He didn’t reply.

So I started to choke him and screamed,

“HOW DO WOMEN EVEN TOLERATE YOU? YOU’RE A HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT TO EVERYONE YOU MEET!”

He didn’t reply.

I let go of him and my emotions changed over. Then I softly said to him,

“I can hardly even see you anymore.”

He didn’t reply.

So I beat him.

But of course, the ***** doesn’t communicate vocally...

...he just erects and takes his beatings.
Just a fun little story I made up today
Àŧùl Oct 2016
How do I spend this little money,
For I feel shy while spending it...

If I had more than few pennies,
Then I would buy you bunnies..

I would have liked that more,
If I brought you few more pennies.

Shy, I am just so very shy,
Your eyes have been so sly..

You tried some previously in the hotel,
With guys from Surat & Rohtak...

But all I have in the night now is my *****,
How about making away with mine!?

You're experienced already as you've said,
Now should you not give a try to mine!?
Droņa has a shorter but stout-er phallus around the national average of 6 inches long.

You have seen mine and I have seen you inside out too.

Still you cheat on me, it's your wish.

I am really in the process of moving out of your horrible memories but this tinnitus and the vertigo wouldn't just get subdued.

HP Poem #1201
©Atul Kaushal

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