Trump wants to serve all folk, not just felons,
***-offenders, serial liars,
and duped jailed rioters, the oil barons,

The gun-advocates, scammers, those who con
like big sick pharma, and favour byers,
Trump wants to serve all folk, not just fellons.

And those who wish public schools, the DOJ gone,
and the rich demanding to be richer,
and duped, jailed, rioters, the oil barons,

Not just big businesses filling prisons  
gifts from " jail-the-homeless-scotus-lifers"
Trump wants to serve all folk, not just felons,

And not just those who'd see the weak trodden on
not just faux religious bible pounders,
and duped jailed rioters, the oil barons,

Not just the beasts who'd keep down the women
Or apologists for killer dictators,
Trump wants to serve all folk not just felons
And duped jailed rioters, the oil barons...

I regaled my land with thunderings of merriment          
lighting my dark chuckles with bright flash of wit,          
I tickled trees, seas, oceans, till my joke was spent          
then rested to gather strengths to blow my season's blitz.          
Now I blast you foul storms your puny ambitions befit,          
as I reign over you tempestuously  crack and clap          
your puny stone buildings I will blast and split          
and rend your clothes and silly flags to scraps, as they flap...          
        
I blame you, you blustering creatures, for downpouring of my ire          
you forever chasing seasons of ease,          
climbing up for the secret of eternal fire,        
to power your life and turn my gales to balmy breeze...    
How dare you make my clouds weep, with stormy seeds,          
I am the life spreading Storm, you cannot control,          
I view you shower as a damping turbulent disease          
but, it may be, you do have a role?          
        
I will blow you down to a gory smear          
across your burnt and blasted arid lands,          
till nothing remains not even a tear          
then scour you gone with my whirlwinding sands.        
Your poisoned flesh, not fit for Earth's viands,          
but your bones, your dry bleached bones        
will nourish my green and pleasant sphere,          
till then I shall weather your howling, squalid, moans.

It'll be sixty year ago quite soon
that one idea sparked a million folk,
to pull together to put guys on the moon
such a feat could never be a joke,
as from that moon a human spoke
and a billion people listened  
to a message, from a static sparked croak,
and in many eyes, I bet, tears glistened...

And now, today, there's another idea  
to recruit one hundred thousand poll watchers,
under the guise of fair and free elections, here,
I must say fraud was bawled by the loser,
their loser status upheld by all court rulers  
but this time round they will try to twist all laws
guided by several of their chief law abusers,  
in aid of their, unholy, cause.

They'll tell any lie, ally with any gang
no price is too high life will be sacrificed,
powered by the GOP's most foulest man
where only total subjugation will suffice  
who's promised hell-on-earth not paradise  
a gangster and America's blight...
The moon landing, just a different generation?
Nah, sadly, at the mo' a completely different nation...

My life stopped when my  Mother died  
but not so much when Pa past on,  
I tried to grieve I tried and tried  
my life stopped when my Mother died,  
  
I harmed myself I cried and cried  
how could you do this to me... gone?  
My life stopped when my Mother died  
but not so much when Pa past on...

Are you saying sorry now  
to all the folk inside your head,
for all the rotten stuff you did
but it's too late now, 'cause they be dead?

Sorry, sorry, to Moma
sorry, sorry, to Papa too,
saying sorry to that old neighbour  
for all the rottenness I did to you.

And the brother and the sister
god, I dare not go there,
and how the hate of self rises
up is almost too much to bear...

And when I am gone, gone far away
from all the rotten things I've said and done,
will folk say sorry to me in their heads
and will I hear, not even one?

What are you folks to him, you maga crowd,
you duped rioters, you duped stymied gop,
just a meal ticket, for crying out loud,

You, the soldier ants, right, right, beetle-browed
you desperate sad and blank-minded lot,
what are you folks to him, you maga crowd?

You, the grifted he leeched on, you, right cowed,
as long as you pay he cares not one jot,
just a meal ticket for crying out loud,

But sometimes Freudian truths ring out loud
"This Disgusting Sham Politician!! " what?
what, are you folks to him, you maga crowd,

Do you remember the deaths this thing allowed
" Stand back and stand by " at his riot,
what are you folks to him you maga crowd,

This creature will leech till you're in your shroud
Then finally over your grave will squat,
What are you folks to him, you maga crowd,
Just a meal ticket, for crying out loud.

Do not sigh waiting for the words to come
the soft words the weighty words and the hard,    
but take up your pen go and search for some,    
    
These rhymes are not hard, your brain is not numb,    
and by musing your work may well be marred,    
do not sigh waiting for the words to come,    
    
The words are there this is your mother's tongue
your brain it will not shatter into shards,    
but take up your pen go and search for some,    
    
Take your thoughts, weave and spin your song, till sung    
for there are no words from which you are barred    
do not sigh waiting for the words to come,    
    
A lazy pen will never get work done    
from idleness, you must be on your guard,    
but take up your pen, go and search for some    
    
Get out from under boredoms heavy thumb  
and if needs be invent words, like the bard,    
do not sigh waiting for the words to come  
but take up your pen go and search for some.

A guilty verdict a heinous crime
the jury advised " keep your name secret "
I may see trump jailed, doing some hard time,

The boss of a crime family in his prime
Vince Gigente was jailed to pay his debt
a guilty verdict a heinous crime,

A gangster who blagged to top of the pile
with conspiracies and murderous threats,
I may see trump jailed, doing some hard time,

There's no change between these two, in my mind
except the fool's coxcomb of his barnet
(a guilty verdict a hideous crime),

who thinks when he crows the sun rise and shines
I like to think he's now started to sweat
I may see trump jailed, doing some hard time.

I've no forgiveness, let him beg for dimes,
he can share a pitch with Guilliani, yet
I may see trump jailed, doing some hard time
a guilty verdict a heinous crime...

You're not allowed to be wilted daisies
Adolf trump is gunning for woke lib'ral hacks
make like killer Triffids sting like blazes,

This grifting abuser of old ladies
be sticky Venus flytraps catch this rat,
you're not allowed to be wilted daisies

How can you take on these fascist crazies
no chance by being bumbling weedy crap
make like killer Triffids sting like blazes.

This narcissi projects his dark places
make like badass snapdragons snap them back
you're not allowed to be wilted daisies.

There's time for tumbling tumble-**** lazy
when this beast is well and truly zapped
make like killer Triffids sting like blazes,

This orange beast who intones " obey me "
Vote and vote and vote against him, he'll snap
You're not allowed to be wilted daisies
Make like killer Triffids sting like blazes.

When his Pa gets told he'll bash his *****      
when he hears what his little ***** did,
cause he rives at stuff all *****-nilly  

    
He won't try with Bertha's sister Lily      
and she is such an helpful little kid,      
when his Pa gets told he'll bash his *****      
    
He nagged and nagged till his voice rose shrilly      
then went red an' I thought he'd blow his lid,    
cause he rives at stuff all *****-nilly    
    
I said I might but for little Jimmy      
that got *****'s goat he's gone real livid,      
when his Pa gets told he'll bash his *****,    
    
I got scared and said it's far too chilly      
I said I'd tell and tell and tell, I did,    
cause he rives at stuff all *****-nilly  
    
And then I said I can't, Ma would **** me    
and raced on but come off when bike skidded,
when his Pa gets told he'll bash his *****    
cause he rives at stuff all *****-nilly ...

That crazy Jack Smith is gunning for trump
and me, for one, is sure cheering Jack on
Jack's gonna deliver the knockout thump

And knock him flat on his fat orange ****
then flush him away down some public john,
that crazy Jack Smith is gunning for trump.

Serve grifter trump right for being a chump
the world will sure cheer when this thing is gone
Jack's gonna deliver the knockout thump,

He'll make sure trump's for the highest of jumps
when he jail's his man Jack should get a gong
that crazy Jack Smith is gunning for trump

Jack's revving up for one hell of a dump
then *** offender trump will truly pong
Jack's gonna deliver the knockout thump

I hope trump's biz is heading for a slump
then let  bells peal out ding **** *** long gone
trump, crazy Jack Smith is gunning for trump
Jack's gonna deliver the knockout thump

I have no time for Mr Newman
those washed up washeruppers,
give me the troubling tough Tarzan
trembling me with the screams he utters,
swinging from curtains, this brute ape-man,
come to make me his woman...

Modesty forbids me to be kissed and tell
when in the arms of my cave-man lover,
or how, even, he would be like a devil from hell
as he burns me beyond being a blusher,
and the neighbors would know from my yells
that master was home quelling his rebel...

And later when we both are satiated
and sunrise begins to dry the dew,
my Tarzan would know that he'd really mated
for I'd leave him, of course, black and blue,
my marks would show his boasts not inflated
his Rewd Jane really is, X rated...

When i was young, naïve but kind,
I met a chap, the rotten cad,
who made me be his loving child,
(being ruined, it ain't so bad.)

I can't say I was wined and dined
just lemonade, some greasy chips,
he'd say that, '' being ruined is fine ''
as he clutched me in an owners grip.

He taught me how to pleasure him
and said " I'm teaching you a trade "
then made me practice on his kin
till he said " there, you've made the grade.

I play my trade on cold kerbstones
counting pennies, in my thin purse,
hearing february's cold wind moan
being ruined ain't bad, could be worse...

Lunatic's Moon...
Those forever days of the past    
it lay quiet in tranquil sleep,    
save for visitor's noiseless blasts    
of meteor's falls from the deep,    
raising silent dust's slow, slow, leaps    
in dance, gift of ghost's ballet shoes    
Ad agio A cappella,    
hypnotized my eyes, seek the moon...    
    
I see Hekate through my glass    
of spirits, as I start to dream,    
a ****** god, did she think, alas?    
I hear her hounds, Hades guards supreme,    
I fear beast dogs awake, griping claw, tearing teeth,
my fear of dog mounts higher inside...
grossly male, trembling knees, knock
under his hot glare I drop my eyes,
I burn, tremble dreaming see gleam    
hot eyes, click of claw come to choose...    
nails pierce my clenched palms like claws, I...    
moth I, pinned by crazed magic moons...    
    
Constricted chest, sweat drowns my Sass,    
smell of wet dog fur make me freeze,    
my drink or some Satanic Mass    
make these demented visions stream    
across my glazing eyes, two-dog-teams    
of Hekate's hell-hounds stiff stalk move    
nip heels, thighs, herds me hell bound, I      
cowed, bare throat to lunatic's moon...

Sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this;
" Who on earth could vote for this lying chump "
try *** offenders bullies and rapists,

Anarchists and jailed insurrectionists
the immature who's hero dubbed them dum
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,

Ask ragged trousered philanthropists
and the dictators who've become his chums,
try *** offenders bullies and rapists,

And those antidemocratic fascists
shameless GOPers queueing to kiss his ***,
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,

Ask his sad insecure apologists
all these unblushingly will come up trumps
try *** offenders, bullies and rapists,

and twisted insecure rabid racists
a mutual courtship for a closet  ****
sorry Joe, you're asking the wrong folk this,
try *** offenders, bullies and rapists...

The fickle luck of my sweet cunning stunt  
as my tutor says " you're a shining wit    
the prime frier tuck of all cunning runts  
a stabbit Rew, the cooking flue, of linguists..."  
  
I picked Lucy my furry ***** cat  
she who once had the name of Mary Hinge  
her dam was Betty Swallocks she said duck fat  
would get me cobbing throcked and Grapes by the rinch
  
But that weren't so muk'n fuch till sigging fruck  
gross Pat Fenis was a right witch banker  
full of featy sweet and featy swannies  
from Penistone not Scunthorpe, a bush whacker?

We must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****      
of Adolph trump and mike Goebbels johnson,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike,
      
Before they breach our democracy's ****      
and flush down history's drain our freedom,
we must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****.      
          
*** offending-leech trump, with his, "N" gibes,
the lawless insurrection he begun,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike.      
      
They'll bring in restraints ayatollah like      
using as fact the web of lies trump spun,
we must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****,
    
The steel veils crash down even as I type      
anti-gay zealot? Speaker johnson is one,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike...    
    
Treat them with derision, Roar " Take a hike!"      
use your vote get 'em, without question, slung.      
We must fight and fight against this Fourth-*****,
as I strive to voice some preemptive strike.

My springtime's never ending suns
I carry sunglow from window to bed,
planning, when the next day has come,
just as soon as the pets are fed,
and I've tidied up my empty head,
walked the dog, give cat the cream,
to run and jump and skip and play
not laze around and sleep and dream...
Too late! my pet's wet chomping jaws
send my dreams to damp moist earthy days
of screaming pterodactyls & dinosaurs...

My summer sun's they always shone
so brightly that they hurt my eyes,
and I hid and wished it, Begone!
with my false exasperated sighs...
I lazed around and fantasied,
conjured darkness for my needs,
and willed self toy for troglodytes
so dreamily these beasts use my hands on me
on dark cave floor's breed in me, such dreams...
Of Hekate's hounds entering... in my mind
behind the private door's of my eyes.

Now my Autumn comes crashing down
there's earlier settings of darker suns,
troglodytes and hell's hounds keep me bound
on stiff stalking legs ***** one-eyed proud
as creeping winters begin to run...
My pale face mirrored as I count my sum,
of my omniverse to find it finally means,
of my dreams this whole world wide,
dream leads to this... Whereof? I cannot dream...

I say " But, I'm not your Mom"
rapt, around his fingers...

He offered me his string of pearls
I, grateful, accepted...

Who knows the names of his land now
of when Neanderthaler roamed,
the track, the trails  the beasts tracked down,
the valleys, forests, he called home
the fondness for the place he'd grown,
or even how great his delight
from hunt's return, perhaps alone
he sights his families fire light.

We'll never know when Deer or Sow
was slain for food was respect shown,
I'd like to think, to believe, somehow
that they had a great sacred stone,
to give the beast a swift death groan,
before feasting throughout the night
telling, before the beast fell prone,
how brave it fought, with such great might.

We'll never know if, with calm brow,
as all around, dark insects droned,
through glow of coals from burning boughs
as lips ****** sweet, sweet, honeycombs,
or cracked and snacked on marrow bones,
did they ponder the moon's pale light,
and contemplate the life they owned
as owls whoo, whoo, through their long night.

Behind the mask lay healthy fear
of politicians she hears jeer
and false pundits who's view can ****
she wishes these would keep tongue still
and never batter at her ear.

Their words 'bout freedoms, insincere
they don't uplift just bring death near
she's weary of these, had her fill
behind the mask...

She knows her duty, will adhere,
keeps her distance doesn't go near
the mask-less with their weaker will
but hears the folk up on the hill
who cherish her they know she's dear
behind the mask...

I wondered where the scream came from
later I found out, from me,
I'd eaten lots of chocolate bon-bons
till the pain knocked me to my knees.

The sweat stood on my brow, you know
Now sweets are a No, No, No, No!

Smoking at work is now a no-no
You wanna smoke *** outta the dooro
An smoking near kids
We hadda get ridz
But to refuse vaccine & mask? Well' I dunno...

We'll the wife's dead an' me'n the kids are ill
And i wonder if they'll live to read my will
But for vaccines and masks
I just tut-tut an say " don't ask
To kowtow them fools, on the hill.

She has a quite pride in self
as Autumn strews her path with gold
these trees bestow bronzed silver wealth
on these who are the wealth of worlds.

One can see in her prideful strides
this proclamation " I am woman!"
a sisterhood the whole world wide
reaching back to their birth of man.

And so it was across the veldt
ten times ten thousand years ago
those yesterdays the claimed and owned
a vastly gleaming womb of gold.

They walked their way to Bethlehem
gave lowly birthing for a king
a thousand years with each small step
I see them all here, still, walking.

We've composed a myriad hymns
to sing their praises, for their dance,
we never met I never knew
but they all kissed me, with her glance.

I kissed my friend's red ruby lip
as I vowed we'd never part
and stroked her neck and took a sip
to warm my belly and my heart.

I caressed her shoulder all dewy eyed
as on her lip I gift another kiss
her smoothness soothed me nigh to cry
such sweetness I had long long missed.

I'd loved her from my very first
when her spirit suffused through me
such pleasure I thought I would burst
and for a time she set me free.

She was gone sometime that lonely night
when I awoke I cursed her near dead
with throbbing head and bleary sight
to find her lying emptiness by my bed.

At first his kisses mere filial pecks
around my ears my cheek and throat
so far removed from those of ***
but soon his eyes began to gloat.

His lithesome weight should comfort me
my only clothes a dressing gown
he squirms this open with brutal knees
same eyes as mine a deep dark brown.

He grasps my hair, eyes open wide,
twin grips of an owner's embrace
he'll make me be his loving bride
my eyes above almost my face.

He cries out Mom! I whisper, son
trembling at our sweet loving fate
belly to belly becoming one
whimpering as he *******.

When he is drowsy at the last
I'll pet him as a mother should
and clean him up from his forceful lust
with my tongue...

Are you being prepared for bed, when kist
will you resist an insistence of he
to quicken his lust, will he grip a wrist
and the daddy be to undress his she?

He strips of your clothing, in ownership,
and in doing so is he owning you
perhaps in this ownership clothes are ripped
but, of course, this is love, and his love is true.

After these few, preliminary, acts
a bruise or two, well' 'tis foreplay
and a loving man will bestow love's smacks
to keep his interest for one more day.

And later, if both be satiated,
if love be love, can there be some, hatred?

is it sat'day today mother
is it sat'day again today
is it sat'day today mother
is it still long long way away?

i need a play day my mother
i need a day to play away
i need a day to play mother
to play horrid cares away.

the mouth-***** plays, such sweet tunes
under nimble lip and quick tongue,
so skilfully it's made to croon
the mouth-***** plays such sweet tunes,

the sound it makes can fill a room
twould make the deaf angels to come
to hear, it calms all Bedlam's loons
the mouth-***** plays, such sweet tunes.

men ***** the world
men ***** society
women? ***** men...

i see only woman's faces
stretching back to our birth by Eve,
of the men I find no traces
and breath a great sigh, of relief,

I'm not sorry father, brother
i am not sorry uncle, son
cos I am here with all our mothers
are you, with that, Devilish one?

he said that he would  shower me
with his load of gold, ah, but yet
all i got was this string of pearls
tossed carelessly around my neck.

women are like books
to men... open up, get inside
he's soon, fast asleep

He doesn't say much
but, takes all day to say it
so tediously.

sometimes i leak, lots,
what's your plumbing skills like, tosh?
sorry, price too high!

i'm with the old folks
it's very quiet, round here,
just false teeth, clacking...

crocadiles shed tears
my pet one does, anyway
such a cry baby...


''i can't bear it now''
that's my bruin, always shy
he's such a bug bear...

don't hear cuckoos now,
I wonder if they are mad?
just asking, is all.

I am, poetic,
I write things which pleaseth me
your ****, pleaseth me...

A plague on all your houses sir
and so it was it came to pass
even the plague has concurred
a plague on all your houses sir,

I can not speak but I have heard
death's silent rattle to the past
this plague on all our houses sir
and so it is, it came, they pass.

                              

I stretch my mind for future words
saying '' all is well in this time ''
I strain, '' new strains '' is all I've heard
I stretch my mind for future words,

with futile pen I write my words
so impotent and so absurd
I stretch my mind to find the words
but say, '' all will be well, in time.''

                                

I hate to sit and whine and curse
surrounded by such misery
indeed to be out but I durst
I hate to sit and whine and curse,

so long before it gets much worse
I need to hear and also see
the dust of fast galloping horse
and hear this shout, '' The Cavalry! ''

I'd love to hear a steam train in the night
captivating with its unseen romance
in the deepest dark or fast fading light,

raising my slumbers to wondering heights
darkness and silence by magic enhanced
I'd love to hear a train steam in the night,

to marvel at its smooth rocketing might
majestic and stately unseen advance
in the deepest dark or fast fading light,

what destinations such movements delight
my thoughts in childhood such sounds these enhance
I'd love to hear again trains steam at night,

imaged it speeding my thoughts to free flight
delivering mail to cottage and manse
in the deepest dark or fast fading light,

carrying me to within childhood's sight
steaming receding into time distant,
I'd love to hear again trains steam at night
in this near dark of my fast fading light.

i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
perhaps with paper as midwife
my birth may raise a triffick stink
i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink,

i will i will i'm sure...i think,
some where i've been write to life
i'll gain my birth through pen'n ink
with paper perhaps as midwife.

                                  2

I see a dot above my eye
feel crosses cross my little tees
will he pen me now with slim thighs
i see a dot above my eye,

a buxom lass he's penned he sighs
he writes '' skirt pulled above her knees''
i see a dot above my eye
feel crosses cross my little tees.

                                  3

He never minds his p's'n q's
just dots my eye crosses his tees
and gazes on these words he drew
he never minds his p's'n q's,

he'll never mind his p's'n q's
he writes his words now with great glee
perhaps my wish for life i'll rue
he blots my eyes to stroke his tees.