Some buffoon held wide open the chiffon
inviting glimpses
into their dim shallows of superficialities
where precious semblances sits without
real substances
and spurious heads and nouveau chancers
display shining blings of their family silver
dumbly expecting
envy and recognition for alloy coated turds
from showroom of callow indistinguishable
the semblance
that lacks the sublimity of grace worth flair
the incongruous gardener in top hat and tails
and therein the absurdity
of values of breeding intelligence and purpose
You can take the hicks out of Texas, but you can't
take the Texas out of the hicks
I am not Texan or a hick and cannot envy or compare with them

What good am I
if my mind sees through
the eyes of thieves and knaves
and my words
are fashioned from malice
so as to say
I lie with vagabonds and sleep
with flea dogs
these are my brothers
tell me do
What good am I



absit invidia

We've got to do this
we find no chances and have no choice
we know too well our places
for in your sublime completeness
and born privileges
you outshine us in each and every way
we have to make you feel small disadvantaged
disappointed and helpless
like we feel all the timethat gladdens us
and make us  feel we're even
the trouble is we know we are small for real
and you are not
and that just makes us feel even smaller
mad angry discontent angst-ridden and more vengeful
in case you don't know
we're suffering here
suffering in suffering
what type of double whammy is that
Ahhhh................

Coke addled fixation
barren time overload
time to pick on noire

write scholastic diss
panacea for cancer

malignant fear visits
the troubled erudite
now a pale shadow

my pen my rush
another line of prose
another line on the table
its a daily habit

where's that bankcard
again

Hear the sonorous whimpers of faded dragons
groaning the last breath gasps of fallen might
and from extinct inglorious days
hear now the bitter last hurrays' of the ******
in acrimony they wail like a coeliac new born
tis the dampened pained roars of wounded beasts
tis the infused grumblings of cantankerous old codgers
tis the frustrated drivels of angst ridden underachievers
tis the mad morbid utterances of daggle of caged psychopaths
tis the snivelling moronic backchats of a hackle of prized cowards
tis pent-up furies and irate emotional disparages of unsatisfied wives
tis the hot latent lamentations of morose taciturn misery-guts
tis the narcissistic forage of the despoiled academician
whose diseased beast within syringed narco-fixes
in the noises of  hallowed codswallops
tis the dumb mutterings of idiots
tis the inane jabbering runts
tis the anodyne venting
of ghouls and ghosts
the wailing noises
of cultists coerced
and chained in
rebellious
hope

Self appointed gods indebted to Faust
salving weeping wounds in blood lust
greater retribution awaits
as sure as every new dawn
tis easy to do
but God makes and unmakes

Have a chillax
do take seats on yon Yew benches
so Messrs Tolpuddle and collectives
though some say a fitting label should be Narcissists-r-us
I say nothing
but pray do tell us what's your problem
methinks to inquire
what exactly are we all trying to prove
is it perchance
that you have enough members to count cows udders
or maybe show us
that despite all your advancing years
you all have still not vacated the kindergarten playground
for you've all been having tantrums and apoplexies
sporting red faces
smearing mud and bullying cause someone
has what you haven't got
or should we just know
you all are merely compensating for feeble small horns
for you see storms in teacups
and at once you're mind-readers then chess grandmasters
then marriage brokers who also moonlights as cockblockers
you scream equal rights for all yet deny the rights of another
its obvious you all crave attention
and you are aggrieved to the point of senselessness
its the twenty first century now
we've all grown up and put away childish things
so please excuse me if I state
this don't impress me much and I'm not interested
kidadults is not a thing
maturity dignity integrity peace love justice and fair play are
some people need to do some serious growing up
just saying