#idiots
Sing your melodies,
of complete stupidity,
just no clue at all,
Oh so indubitably,
You're just all boggled
You don't know what to do,
Singing songs of cluelessness,
Into songs of emotional blues,
A chorus of idiots,
that will sing out of tune,
will be coming
to a theater, and
not real soon,
Who wants to hear idiots,
That Taunt, mock and joke,
Slander, tease, frolic and poke,
It's all in the way that they put
in their minds,
To hear a chorus of idiots,
I would swiftly decline!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/19/2026
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things worse and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 3:12 PM UTC
A twitch we have in an in between dream state where we once fell from trees
so called ineffable SPRITUALITY ... ha , some phantom limb syndrome for consciousness, a leftover reflex that serves no purpose except to make us weak and delusional.
Mentally " a vestigial tail for morons" savage spiritual belief in the same category of useless body parts we haven't shed yet .
I want your Spirituality to pay the price of choosing comfort over evidence
for soft exploitation.
Ghosts belong in your uncles drunken campfire stories,
NOT in our laws or educational policies.
keep your imaginary demons
the world already had enough of its own ,
Your guilt, sadness and shame are amplified by their control
that's not spirituality or SALVATION.
Humans fix each other and clean up the mess,
no one else,
not once ,
not ever.
like monogamy a dead weight that evolution hasn't gotten around to cutting off, yet.
Inculcated meat machines clinging to these primitive Appendixes. Mental guilt and shame
daddy issue reflexes
instead of accepting reality
Sorry Granny the Jews lied to you
to us all.
What were you before you were born ? Yeah, its like that.
There's nothing beyond what we can see and experience directly.
Especially not some spirit like incorporeal 'ghost'
harp playing
chain rattling
spirit ... Spirit u ality ? Wow, seriously yall
What year IS this ?
Nobody's coming !
Not then
not now.
Not for, or from, your outdated evolutionary baggage.
In an in-between state your leg twitches hard as you sleep
you're stepping in a hole
falling from a tree
there is your so called spirituality.
NO THANKS
none for me.
“Men yoke themselves to one God but keep a stable. They worship unity, then demand a chorus to sing their private fears.”
~ Nietzsche.
( He was so noble and brave, not only what he said, the time frame in which he said it and who he said it to.) Took more savvy and courage to do and say what he said than all the other lies all the churches hide behind put together.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
The ones who
see mistakes as
a huge error,
failure,
are
simply
professional
idiots...
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
You say I have an attitude
'Cause I don't mingle a lot?
Sweetie, you need a wording check —
That's called being left out.
Even if I preferred the space,
It doesn't make me an egoist.
There's a term called "introverts" —
Do add it to your vocab list.
People like you destroy innocent souls,
All for the need of your own
Self-satisfactory goals.
People like you don't deserve praise —
Instead, y’all need dents on your face.
For luring us into your sweet-scented trap,
Expecting joy — all we got was crap.
I curse at you loud in my head,
But when it comes to words,
It just can't be said.
And now I'm trapped in your sorcery,
With nowhere to go.
It just keeps repeating —
The seed's been sown.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
Resorting to Twitter
Shows signs of American
Desperation.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
Il Pleut
Et on tire
Ce n’est pas un jeu
On se retire
Tout le monde a peur
Les bébés et les enfants pleurent
Hommes et femmes s’écœurent
Où tout le monde meurt
Dans les rues infestées d’idiots et de bandits
Ils sont nos ennemis
Ils ne sont pas nos amis
Ils tirent comme des fous
Les balles tombent comme des grains de pluie
Les gangsters ne sont pas doux
Ils sont des terroristes
Ils sont des mauvais touristes
Ils sont des robots criminels
Ils n’ont ni cœur, ni âme et ni esprit
Ils sont des damnés éternels
En destination des enfers
Leurs organes sont en fer
Ils ne sont pas des humains
Leurs mains sont imbibées de sang
Ils sont des malandrins
Ils sont des scélérats de Satan.
Il pleut
Et on tire
On se retire
Au milieu
De tout ce qui est mauvais
Le monde n’est pas en paix
C’est toute la terre en guerre
Au fond du cimetière
On ne fabrique pas d’armes
Chez nous
On n’a que des larmes
Chez nous
On pleure
Chez nous
On fabrique trop d’armes ailleurs
Trop de gens meurent
Tout le monde a peur
Il y a trop de misère et de malheur.
Copyright © Novembre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs livres de poésie.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 2:12 AM UTC
Dead Head
Some are hard to work with
Others are easy to deal with
Some are real pains in the ******* ****
I know many like this
Both male and female
They bug you like a sore toe
Try not to give them credit
For being a pain in the ****
This is what they want
Makes them do it more
Never ever stopping
Till you shoot them dead
A bullet in the head
Sep 24, 2023
Sep 24, 2023 at 7:28 PM UTC
"Am I evil?"
Worse,
Youre smart
When you know
Nothing matters
The universe
Is yours
And I've never
Met a universe
That was
Into it
It grazes on
The ordinary
Creating infinite
Idiots just to
Eat them all
Put a saddle on
Your universe
Let it kick
Itself out
It'll never stop
Trying to throw you
And eventually
It will
There's no
Other way off
Sep 15, 2023
Sep 15, 2023 at 7:27 AM UTC
You’re getting crushed by the boot you lick,
Sent to Hell by the book you thump,
Strung up by the men you defend,
They don't give a **** about you.
You're money,
They're cunning,
With a side of stupid,
You've been struck by cupid.
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 2:32 PM UTC
It's apples and oranges. They are both fruit, and variety is the salt of the earth. We love dividing people like fruit though. We are rotten. At least fruit ferments. We decay
You are the apple of my eye. I will watch you rot, then i will throw the core away. What do I need seeds for? A bad apple in my eye now. *******
Orange you gonna hit like? I accept good apples too.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
My soul is burning
With a hatred for
People who don't realize
HOW STUPID THEY ARE
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Far across the water sits a little Chinese man,
who has his own ideas of life's most desired plan.
On the other side of the ocean is yet another guy,
whose plan doesn't agree with a Chinese minds eye.
Petty is their game but they just don't see it so,
and so they push each other in a destructive to and fro'.
Two school boys being bullies is the policy that they choose,
Both belligerent and stubborn, both determined not to lose.
Surely they must see that the other guy wont ever give in.
Preferring total destruction over allowing the other guy to "win".
They cant see that neither side will ever accept to give,
Both intent to destroy it all than allow us all to live.
All can see it coming but no one dares make a sound,
until the mark of mankind's passing is just craters in the ground.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
Of all the wicked forms of man
We're in the worst, uncaring hands;
For I've never seen so many fools
Fail together as they lose their cool.
The universe itself is blowing smoke
As the whole world stumbles, chokes
On the gas we're huffing
The lies, the bluffing
The wind bags breathing hot air-
The misery, day in day out-
All enough to make me shout-
So what?? Like I even care!
Can we just pick a mode that works,
Or let the end come nigh?
I'm tired, I'm done,
This is really not fun
And it makes me want to cry.
So when you ******** are done pretending
That this messed up world is ending
If you could turn the light switch on
And then, very helpfully,
Get the **** gone.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
“teach your children well, their father father’s hell,
will slowly go by”
but not with patronizing
or speechifying,
let the lesson be not a
lecture but an admission
of things parents did not understand
till the experience stained their fingers
in a manner such,
couldn’t be erased
show them the marks
that is all you got,
slow to be thought about,
the moralizing inherent,
the punchline
requires not
a
summation, title,
in the telling
is the selling
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 12:01 PM UTC
Idiots shouldn't play
with matches
cos they washed in petrol...
But I'm no idiot,
but I'll still throw a match
in the room and watch the idiots burn.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
Poor little Suzy
Going around calling people
Derogatory medical terms
For fun
Don't you know that
Makes more enemies
Than making more friends.
Beautify yourself with
Silence.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
Yes, they're so special
stop signs, don't apply
special special special
forced merge? no, there's no need to try
Mr/Mrs special
mistakes communal things
missing their turn, no concern
they'll force the problem off
on me or you
Super super special
cart parked center isle
bending down making sure
no one, no how, gets by
Snowflake kinda special
unique and ******* deeds
all must bend or yield
getting what they want
fulfilling every need
What if, we set deny?
and look them in the eye
mouthing words, obscenities
as our carts and cars
go bye
(I practice this now and again, it is satisfying, just pointless :\)
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
two lines
is not a poem
its two lines
it has no substance
no structure
its a thought
someone caught
is it noteworthy
not in the least
but the person
who writes without
themselves
there not present
here in the moment
of all the people who do such
who think it only takes that much
should give your head a wobble
it's just a load of cobble
the two lines are just that
like a load of tatt
truly
poetry comes from a calling
a memory
a feeling
is nothing dust blowing in the breeze
you make a mockery of the art
like you just would ****
all over your page
not bleed at any stage
is it because your simply
not smart enough
to have a worthy entry
dig deeper into your soul
if you lack the talent
of this simple art
pray tell
are you worth more than
a **** ?
if you throw art away
thinking you can walk away
then i have this to say
your not an artist
your stuck in self pity
look in the mirror and think
where did you go
or did you just blink
those two lines
bug me more than
any times
i've seen anything else
are your not incapable
or simply not know how
i think you just don't give
the art the respect it so needs
look at yourself
a poem
is not two lines
a thought
a passing
a nothing
this is not your diary
find somewhere else to share
because i for one care
you lay the art bare
more effort should be found
if your words are to be sound.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
The troll's return
the presence burns
it's not like they understand
pushing thumbs, pretty dumb
always sad, and down
Eliot in absentsia
wonder if he's here
lost controls
given to trolls
thumbing all
around
It's always said
ya make your bed
stupid can't be fixed
trolls abound
that whining sound
nothing but twits
and *****
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
You wanted words?
Well here you go!
So watch what you're spreading,
Take care what you sow-
Because some of us aren't willing
To take a knee in your crap;
Some of us have worked hard
To be where we're at.
And I hope you get behind that-
Change your ways, make it right;
Because I won't be here the next time
To listen to your tripe.
After all,
I don't know you,
But you tried slander on for size;
Buried my morning
Under a mountain of lies.
I've had enough!
And I think it's high time
To make a decision,
to make up your mind-
About what kind of person
You d rather be-
The kind who grows up?
Or the ******* I see?
I wish you the worst,
There was no reason for this!
Unless, by a miracle,
There's something I missed-
Like a problem you had,
That you've said nothing about-
Some stupid concerns
That you can't even spit out?
Really,
It's not my problem.
I really don't care,
What you do with that black soul
And head full of air.
All I know is I'm ANGRY!
All I feel is DESPAIR.
And if you're going to hell,
Well,
I won't see you there.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
As the idiot
Eats and swallows the
Poppy flower
So long ago.
Did he know
That his stupidity
Opened a new world.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC