#extortion
"
You think the rich are born?
Well so did I,
They're nice, polite,
Wouldn't dare commit a crime.
They say their gossip has horns...
Stop!
He glared at my eye,
That's tight and impolite,
Don't fuse, don't fight,
Cause it's night, turn right,
So savour your tie.
In the alley, where the gospel formed,
They bet their eye,
Sincere, armed, and sly,
A cat, A rat,
One is bored,
Rest are lied,
Don't pry, be silent, and deny.
Wake up!
A clock, a pop-up,
Find a cup, pick it up!
Dare the angel pug,
Don't pry, don't deny,
Look up, turn right, did I read it right?
This, a lie?
Tell me it's a setup,
Don't kneel, stand up,
Run and deny,
Deny her last message,
A makeup ad, let's break up.
Run, be fast, be quick,
Don't loosen your tie,
Just lie and deny,
Why? Don't cry, be sly,
Said the guy wearing an apple pie,
Open wide,
Say ah and aye,
Don't hide, don't fly, don't flinch,
It's their wry advice.
Sigh, there's the door,
Should I knock or nock?
My arms nick and tack,
Head tick and tock,
Shut up! Just kick it
Honey!
Get down, head in tow, and now.
Why? I said, tired and vie,
Darling, comply, deny, and just wag,
Sigh, don't look at me,
Look at this,
Poise and posed she waged her pouch, porch, Porsche,
Nose up high, knees as wide.
Where? I can't deny, I sighed,
Still tightening my tie,
She slouche, smile drier than rye,
Then preached an apple pie in denial in disguise,
Said to me there's bread in dread,
Lies I said,
Ring and tingle he giggles
pulled out a pension worth a mansion,
Felt the tension, legs in motion,
Forget emotion, drench me in bed and sensation,
Your ring is cheaper than his lips and spotless hips.
No, I won't-
What won't?
She yelled annoyed, spoiled, and soiled,
Get out!
She shouts, swaying her pouch,
Tossed a bill and pouts,
Why? In knees and sneezes,
Poise and poised,
She patted her back,
For being polite, sly, and investing in a batter bigger better and bigger snack,
Then the door is slammed and shocked,
Can't stand my stench,
It stank and jank.
Surprised, perplexed, suppressed,
Deny, be sly, always say ah and aye,
Sniffle then quible,
Wobble, stay noble, don't rample,
Turn right, it's night, tie so tight,
Turn left, see theft neck so deaf,
Then bumped on a jumbled wall,
Smeared it with fear and jeer,
In tears I tear, no ear, stiff to bear a veer,
Then said the wall,
Don't cry, don't pry,
Never take off your tie,
It's our sincerest advice and attire.
Look up, don't gulp, be a pup,
Greed is their creed,
In need is their feed,
Presitiege is their deed,
Don't lead, don't read,
Proceed, acced, and exceed,
The apple pie, sleek and sluite,
Towering as I shiver and cowering,
He patted a pension on my back,
Bartered to ear, and said,
Your wife is beautiful, caring, and polite...
Don't you agree?
Yes, of course, I wholeheartedly agree.
Good.
Then let me fix your tie, it's loose...
Yes sir!
Good.
See you tomorrow.
He left, and asked,
Be deaf, be bent.
Be the best, forget rest, don't test.
Free bills for my remaining gills.
Don't forget to smile and say thank you.
"
Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
It is not my people who want war,
It is these dogs
Who want to play us like pawns.
To their own ends,
They are corrupt.
They do not respect us,
Their leaders lead our politicians on.
It is not our fight, but our weapons
Off of our backs, the funds.
More money gone away to war, which
Shall never return in excess, if at all
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
It is the virtue signalers,
Any person who does not do
Exactly as they said they will
It is people who will show you a smile
Only to backtrack a mile, the very next hour
You know authentic
You know the genuine.
You know who are greedy businessmen,
Only out to fill their pockets.
You know who are too old to remain,
Any career politician.
Stack the circuits, flush the house and courts
So much blackmail and cash
You hear about it in the nightly news
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 9:35 PM UTC
Twenty pounds a day
was the price to pay
Monday through Sunday.
The only way
with no leeway
to sit beside my mum and pray.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
I dated a girl, a pretty gal
I dated her and her pooch pal
You had to like her dog Pogo
You had to, or it was a no go.
She took the thing everywhere
And never in a pet carrier.
It was sort of a turnoff to me;
A kind of no-intrusion barrier.
Scoochie up to poochie
Or you I wouldn’t get no *******
Otherwise I was a pimple.
It was really just that simple.
She had the ugliest mutt
That I ever saw before
Like a brown **** rug
That was left outdoors.
It snuffled through teeth
That were hideously parted.
I thought it was stuffed
Until the creature farted.
Scoochie up to poochie
Or you I wouldn’t get no *******
Otherwise I was a pimple.
It was really just that simple.
I got nothing against animals
And I really do like dogs
But they should look like pups
Not chimera or warthogs.
I’d overcome the boundaries
Whenever I got the chance
But that ugly canine lump of fur
Put the kibosh on romance.
Scoochie up to poochie
Or you I wouldn’t get no *******
Otherwise I was a pimple.
It was really just that simple.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC