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This is the Last Straw –
and Something About Sacred Buckets of Holistic Ice Water

****** predators, human smugglers
Starvation in the Sudan, civil war
in Syria, mass executions in China
Journalists murdered almost everywhere
Fashionable infanticide, homelessness
Unemployment, urban terrorism
Mass ******, school shootings, wildfires, racism
An unstable national government
Anti-Semitism, border desperation
Riots, arson, ecclesiastical corruption
****, alcoholism, historical cleansing
Skinheads, abuse, Khardassianistas
Volcanos, the death penalty, free verse
Affluenza, Jerry Springer, The View
Herbal tea, antifa, anti-antifa
And the soul-******* existential despair
Of inspirational singer-songwriters:

Nah, not a bit worried about plastic straws

But I must go now; The Voices are telling me
To pour a bucket of ice water over my head
(As long as it’s not a plastic bucket)

Dressed in black
Such courage they lack
Such a disgrace
Cover your face
Not worthy of protection
Sad, your levels of projection

( chorus )
ANTIFA are the real Fascists!

Waving the flag
Can be such a drag
Especially one of oppression
You're desperate for attention
To their own standards they can't adhere
Wanna see Fascists, hold up your own **** mirror

( chorus )
ANTIFA are the real Fascists!

the donkeys bray
and panic
when bricks
fly through
bank windows.
gobsmacked,
the ***** ogle
the trashed Starbucks
and ask,
"but...who will serve us
cappuccinos?"

the elephants intone,
"violence is never the answer"
and neglect to add
that's why they pilot
remote-operated
predator drones:
you won't see those stomped
in the elephants' stampede.
their ***** wars are covert.
peace cannot interrupt
the cash-flow.

as pigs fit armor over
bellies buttressed
by doughnuts,
they stare down
the wolf pack—a bloc
awash in black—
and slap their sticks
in primitive percussion
shouting, "do not resist,"
punctuating the order
with concussion grenades
and tear gas.

the wolves howl back, "no cops,
no KKK, no fascist USA!"
equal parts bark and bite
in the fight for humanity,
solidarity with the least of these,
laughing in the face of the State.
each time the wolves show their teeth,
the pigs shrink back
and quiver in fear,
while the wolves roar,
"refugees are welcome here!"
we will make racists
afraid again.
antifa, here to stay
so long as there remain
Nazis to punch in the face.

i get the idea against collectivism,
sure, all the arguments against
cultural marxism...
   but what cultural darwinism
is proposing is: #solomonsharem -
       you really think someone is
going sit there and play the mongolian
harmonica and no react
      from the unconscious depths of gorilla?
all the basic and the most fulfilling
work was exported to the chinese anyway...
             why ****! we have a fashion
industry!
                     lovely!
                             i'll just turn one tier
softer from transgender and become
transvestite!
                                i ******* loath western
society... perverts r us...
                         i'm trying to figure out
why i'm living here...
          well... one answer is: john paul zee zwei...
slobbering ******* that didn't
think of conjuring: pope emeritus.
                      kurwa! emertyt! spadaj!
they don't know he's a joke in the west,
and a saint in the east...
                          god: please! an early death!
and disney after this life!
        it just comes after they tell you:
you're **** at ******* *****! hammer those nails in
proper...
               that's when the gorilla in man gets ******...
he's like:
                 ****** wanna start somethin'?
                      oi! antifa! this chimp is telling us
we can't ****!
               wanna smash his libido?
  and the antifa peeps go: uh, dunno... but, like, whatever,
i'm keen on hearing some sort of sound:
   can't play the clarinet after all...
                     but then you wait...
    the cultural darwinists getting divorced...
                     it was really nice, having had *** with
her... for about 3 months when i was 21...
    we almost got married...
thankfully she was the one who proposed and the one
who broke off the engagement...
              well yeah... it's the 21st century...
                             it's not even freudian these days:
it's not a phobia of being castrated:
                       it's non-literal but metaphorical castration...
which makes it doubly real.
yada yada yada... ping pong... forrest gump.

This offends me as a vegan transgender hipster democrat voting Native-American-Indo-Chinese socialist anarchist hybrid illegal alien agnostic-atheist Germanic social engineering major dropout who only vapes fair-trade organic non-GMO decaffeinated French-pressed compressed and hydrated extra-skim grass-fed only protein soy breast milk on the regular and does Hindi Kama Sutra naked crossfit hot yoga 5 times a week. And frankly, since I am also a non-binary tri-gender genderqueer male feminist and I identify as a proponent to legalize cannabis and a Rastafarian, pansexual, genderfluid, Apache helicopter beta mutt of mega multi alpha beta gamma delta omega combo god of hyper death who's adamant about polygamous polyamorous relationships with an pure-bred alpha chihuahua which helped me cross the border of Mexico to let love trump the hate and get a job 3-D printing pink ***** hats all day. My dog also walks me to the local skate park and doggy styles me, while my gender neutral photographer neighbor takes pictures and sells them on the dark web antifa site and if you find that weird you're an ignorant arrogant homophobic gender-assuming globophobic bloodthirsty bacon-loving gun-toting cis-gender pan-****** patriarchal incestuous sexist racist white-privileged misogynistic populist biased objectified white-privileged anti-communist **** indoor tanning Cheetos cheese-puff-loving republican.

Go on and resist
go on and make my day
your corrupt and twisted sense of justice
will never succeed anyway.

How hypocritical of you
to fight violence with one of the same.
How two faced you are
always shifting the blame.

You can't stay still
and yet you demand a change
yet there you are
still the same.

Your corrupt sense of morals
attacked an elderly man in a wheel chair
Your ignorance for reason and debate
won't allow for opposing thoughts
to allow room for voice there.

You whine and complain
shout and pout
throw a fit
a tantrum
just because
things won't go your way.
Step aside children,
and let the adults have their say.

You've lost all credibility
you've all gone insane!
Instead of preventing it
all you cause
is pain!

So do not expect mercy
do not expect pity
do not expect anything else
then a lesson so plain.

Step out of line
we'll reintroduce you to it
you're the muck of society
we'll show you where you fit.

In the Trash.

So go on and burn a few trash cans
break a few windows of stores
we'll all be waiting for you
this is our promise
of course.

there's a residue of wheat-paste
stuck to our fingers. each time we part
to adorn the concrete walls
with antifa posters, the molecules grasp
for one another, suctioned together, desperate
to hold each other
just a moment longer.

absently, i remember
the last time my fingers were glued
to your contours. you grasped my hand
then, as well. only tighter. held me firm
by the wrist as we eclipsed and i slipped inside
you, both body and mind. between clenched teeth,
a gasp of bliss traipsed
like a brushstroke across your tongue.
you ripened, sticky as a pomegranate
split wide open, slick and sweet and pink.

i will never again be your lover—at least,
not in this lifetime. but tonight
you were my partner in crime
and i like to think that maybe
that counts for something.

Are any of these movements real,
or are they made up
by people with too much time
on their hands and sold
to other people
with similarly idle minds?  
Trump.  

Antifa.  

Unite the Right.  

Fox News.  

CNN.  

Social media platforms.  

Slogans.  

Peer groups and all
their graphic tees, pins, and hats.  

Support this.  

Down with that.  

What ever happened
to plaid flannel shirts,
blue jeans,
and cords?  

Whatever happened
to waving to someone,
asking them how their day was going,
and talking about the weather?  

Everything leads to
controversy,
gossip,
and politics now.  

Nothing is a secret anymore.  
Nothing is personal.
Nothing is shocking.  
Nothing is sacred.  

Everyone is on a side
and the middle is cracking
and on the edge of breaking.

I have aggression inside me.

Have you ever wanted to watch the world burn?
I mean really burn, not some small cinders, but a real bonfire.

I'm sick of being sick, I'm tired of being tired and I'm tired of being so ******* passive.

Six months into 2020 and here are some highlights

Remember when Australia was on fire?
****** hornets?
The Russian Oil Spill in the Arctic
Several cases of police brutality resulting in murders
The Hong Kong protests both volumes
Now ******* squirrels have been found in Colorado with the Bubonic Plague.
Another strain of Swine flu was found in China that was transmutable to humans and contained traces of the former swine flu
covid-19
The covid-19 protests.
Floods in February
Part of the United States is undergoing a record heat wave
Parts of India and Africa had to deal with record swarms of locusts
The second we stopped the lockdown in the states we went right back to mass shooting
Donald Trump
Do I need to go on?

I'm tired of this high road passive nonsense.    

I know violence isn't the answer but do you want makes the lions, tigers, apes, hog and antelope gather together?

Fire.

If the conservatives, liberals, Christians, Muslims, Pagans and Satanists, Vegans and Carnivores, Karens, Kens, If the right and the left can't meet in the middle, **** em.

Let it burn.

Why do you always have to stick your nose in other people's business?

The boys shouldn't be so proud and admit that they're western fascism, ANTIFA need to become organized so they can control their message.

If they can't, **** em.

Let it burn.

I want fires as high as Heaven, I want Roger Stone behind bars and serving his full sentence and I want the names that Epstein and Maxwell have, and she better not commit death by cop.

I want people to wake up and understand we're ******* ourselves up and proving why we're the worst species.

Otherwise, Let it burn.

I'll strike the match, I'll pour the gasoline, I'll start the fire because if that will bring us together, at least we'll be united on something.

Anger is an energy and right now I'm feeling like Chernobyl at 1:22 am.

I want fire, I want ash to rain from the sky and black out the blue, give me constituency or give me the torch, you want an eternal flame? I'll let it burn for the Gods.

I have this anger in my heart, I have to act like this is all ok, because if I don't, if I voice this **** I come off as the crazy one.

Fine by me, if you want me to crazy at least call me an arsonist.

Burn baby burn, Your systems are weak, your tiktoking your life away, you're reading too many faces and it's not even a good book you chose to reread, this is the worst high school reunion disaster movie you can think of.

At this point I'm walking the line of "******* all" and "I want to see you saved"

I'm feeling like G.G. Allin and Jesus Christ had a son.

When this place burns to the ground and you're left walking through the smolders and remains don't come crying to me because I''ve done all my crying and now I just want to watch your punk *** burn.

I want to explode, I want to detonate.

Blow this joint sky high and say "******* that was fun and thanks for the memories"

I'm walking the line of classically happy and cynically depressed.
You people have exhausted me, the anti- vaxers who'd rather listen to their hearts and highschool minds compared to experts in the field, You'd rather listen to "Dave, some 52 year old neighbor" as opposed to the CDC because you don't trust them, yet you have a social media page where you bleed your heart out?

Makes sense right? You're as dense as these flat earth *****, I'd love to see you be tossed on the pile.

Hurting public discourse? Take the guillotine or bonfire, it doesn't matter to me, you're hurting the majority and further hindering the minority, add some fuel to the fire and contribute you oxygen stealing gene pool mistake.

I dream of fire, I dream of smoke, I dream of ash, cinder, smolder and choke.

Let'***** the restart button, hell is freezing over anyway but hey, global warming is a myth right?

Again, I'm not so proud of you boys, let the women make their minds up about their bodies and roles in the work force and home.

Strike a match, sing a song and get low because like 1984 the firemen and we're not just burning Milo books.

So here I end my anger, because I've gassed myself out but I'm sure tomorrow the tank will be full again, after all anger is an energy and thanks to this ******* I have a seemingly unlimited supply.

Never was in the project I grew up next to it
Word up to white privilege let me out of sewage
Friends born without a chance so **** it
If they burn this ****** down I'll live in wreckage

Hundred years ago they were objects
Hundred tears now they live in projects
Hundred dead still deaf to the subject
Hundred voices tune out this movement

Shame'em for kneeling ruin a career make a mockery
So ****'em no complaining enough fear not sorry
Protest erupt in the country built on the back of slavery
**** the police **** the government and **** the property

This is about humanity and who we wanna be
No more hiding from reality now you have to see
And if you swear fealty to Trump you aint American
Follow a bunker ***** who saw trouble and ran

Declared antifa a terrorist movement
Antifa: **** fascism the creed
Some people wondering where peace went
Died under knee unable to breath

To serve and protect that's what they say
To observe and oppress that's the reality
They been taking from every poor community
****, maybe its finally time that they pay

A human with empathy could never be content with this ****
If you chant blue lives matter or MAGA then die you *****
Humanity will never progress till we're all equal in this *****
Lastly if you don't support the movement then **** my ****

I imagine a sign in my mind counting the days since my last seizure as if my body were a worksite.

Hurts to think about, but what doesn't these days?

Trump tells the Proud Boys to "stand back and stand by, but I'll tell you what, somebody's got to do something about antifa and the left." Sounds like ****** to me, just much less articulate and with much less to lose (you heard about his four-hundred million dollar debt, right?)

What a wild generation it's happened to be. I think we all eventually saw it coming, but held it off as apparently impossible like an unlikely apocalypse.

Why can't I cold turkey the liquor? I have no money left to spend, yet I act like I do. Champagne diet on a 'wage' that can only afford water. I'm an idiot in my own ways, just like you.

Four months
Memory of unfettered times slipping

COVID-19
Plot or wet market accident, world plague

George Floyd
The fuse that lit the yearnings... and burnings

Protests
The righteous and unrighteous, weeping and burning

Rioting
Usurpation of the call to justice for terrorists

ANTIFA
The irony of the name is not misunderstood

Masks
Those damnable masks....

FaceBook
Blue Book for civil incivility

Statuary
Easy targets for cowardly mobs

News Media
Pick your poison; take your sides; everybody lies

Citizens
To fly the flag or to burn it?

Police
To protect and to serve; to spit upon and to abuse

Politicians
Demagogues gone wild

Jesus
"I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have peace. In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." (John 16:33, NIV)

I did this before, spent a month talking
sweetness with old people,
     the usual siała baba mak,
             nie widziala jak,
       a chłop powiedzial:
        a to bylo tak...
          but it's too soon to spend
another month without drink,
     or rather drink and vena,
    that uncontrolled itch to write,
esp. after walking among people
who haven't really written anything,
among people who mostly read
books and wrote with their tongues
books of other people, novellas
which are but gossip, or at best
tabloid tablature of buying bread,
25 decagrams of butter and a chicken
corpus for chicken soup on Sunday.
i did it once, but as the story goes,
I can't shove this into a drawer,
as if to be ashamed of it:
give me a litre of whiskey and I'll write
becoming psychotic over a typo...
never become between a woman
rubbing another man's rhubarb...
     writing is a bit like being a butcher,
or a fish monger, you don't put out
stale produce, you put out what's fresh...
three days so far in Poland,
     from the calm busy streets of warsaw
on Thursday, being approached by
a genuine *** outside the palace of culture
who i thought was going to ask for a cigarette
as I pulled one out to light,
     which I gave him anyway,
     but, he just uttered the words:
    can you give me a sandwich?
       which of course I did, I made myself
three for the road, ate one on the train
from Modlin to central Warsaw...
       if he asked me for money as the next
con-*** did in Charles Manson type
of tongues in polish pretending to need
four złoty to get on the same coach as me to
travel to the small town I'm currently
writing from (end of the line?
   Rzeszów) I wouldn't, and I didn't.
the old *** who I gave  sandwich to?
ha ha... I turned around the another
cigarette I lit and there he was,
    in pure splendour, ******* on polish
culture / politics right in the public,
rhubarb out, on the lawn of the palace
of culture...
                  good man, because what came
on Friday in this wouldn't have been far
from an unlucky 13th... antifa?
            a real shitstorm in terms of
disrupting my travel plans...
       black Friday, which is hardly
an amrican ***** march...
       or like today, the white march:
     czarno biali... might as well change
the national colours, let Monaco
  Indonesia have them...
                   it really took about 60+
pages of Sienkiewicz's knights
oft the teutonic order,
     a brisk walk at sunset,
     100ml of żołądkowa gorzka
   and the fact that I managed to buy
   mead in this town, this:
                      kurwidołek...
    naturally I'll pucker my lips to the mead,
and write some ode to it.

Republicans have a boogeyman.
Actually, more than one.
They are extremely creative and won’t
Let themselves be outdone.

Take critical race theory—
One of their current bugaboos.
They say it’s going to bring about
Our downfall. Hear them on Fox News.

Expressing White racial grievance
And complaining about C.R.T.
Shift the focus away from systemic
Racism here in this “land of the free.”

Marxism and socialism—
Also right-wing boogeymen
That pose insidious threats to our freedom?
Yawn! No, not this again!

Of course, you have the deep state conspiracy—
Another one of their baseless fears—
Which, they like to point out, has been
Happening during the past five years.

Then there’s always Antifa! Right-wing
Pundits will not let you forget,
Although far-right domestic terrorists
Are the ones posing a REAL threat.

What about the Devil incarnate:
George Soros, whom they bash
Excessively on right-wing shows
Where they spread their balderdash?

Ah, and don't forget the Dems.
Trumplicans love to fulminate
Against the Democrats and call them
Dangerous enemies of the state.

They say these boogeymen are going to
Destroy us and NOT just tarnish our name.
Do they REALLY believe this nonsense?
Are they for real? Or is it a game?

-by Bob B (7-18-21)

I wrote this back in 1993
The poem was about world problems
Headlines material.
It asked a question with its title and
It re occurred throughout the poem,
Where Do We Go From Here?
And now only 27 short years later I have written the answer poem titled Immune.
Here they are back to back.

Where Do We Go From Here

  When a man named King
Gets beat in the street and
the line between right and wrong
keeps getting thinner

When kids **** kids for the
Jackets that they wear
Because everyone wants
To feel like a winner

Where do we go from here
Have we all gone crazy
Is this how life is to be
Have our minds gotten
So hazy that we can't see

When a man in Waco says
He's Jesus,he promised
Heaven to those who would believe,those
who did lived and died In his hell

When inmates in Lucasville
Riot and take control,what
Evil do they possess that
Made them **** even from their cell

Where do we go from here
Have we all gone crazy
Is this how life is to be
Have our minds gotten so
Hazy that we can't see

When the world buys
what the media sells
and we'll never know
Just who to trust

When we still can't get
Past the color of another
Mans skin and everything
We touch turns to dust

Where do we go from here
Can anyone tell me
Where do we go from here ?

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright was in 1993
All rights reserved

                       Immune

     The world is beating to the rhythm
Of a different drummer, out of tune
It has become comfortably numb
It has no doubtlessly become immune

To the missing children, to the killings
On the street at the hands of a goon
To the drug addicts and homeless
Yes it is so totally immune

To the rate of abortions, to the hatred
Sweeping over us like a typhoon
To the political division, to the separation
Of family, yes so very immune

To the bullying and shootings in our
Schools, to the liberal buffoon
To the lost morals and respect of
Others yes it is so immune

To domestic violence, and runaways
And Suicide and darkness and gloom
To the loss of soldiers lives for our
Freedom, so unconsciously immune

To the littered city streets and country
Side, as if we’ve put ourselves in a cocoon
We’ve closed our eyes to evil like the media
as if it Doesn’t exist, oh so immune

To the Lost good will of man, to the
Terrorism of 9/11 and the Antifa loon
To the acceptance of evil acts and lost
Teaching of God, oh so very immune

To the fact that even the Devil believes
And as my tears flow like a monsoon
I can’t help but wonder how and why
We’ve become so heartless and immune

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 09/11/2020
All rights reserved

Immune

     The world is beating to the rhythm
Of a different drummer, out of tune
It has become comfortably numb
It has no doubtlessly become immune

To the missing children, to the killings
On the street at the hands of a goon
To the drug addicts and homeless
Yes it is so totally immune

To the rate of abortions, to the hatred
Sweeping over us like a typhoon
To the political division, to the separation
Of family, yes so very immune

To the bullying and shootings in our
Schools, to the liberal buffoon
To the lost morals and respect of
Others yes it is so immune

To domestic violence and runaways
And Suicide and darkness and gloom
To the loss of soldiers lives for our
Freedom, so unconsciously immune

To the littered city streets and country
Side, as if we’ve put ourselves in a cocoon
We’ve closed our eyes to evil as if it
Doesn’t exist, oh so immune

To the Lost good will of man, to the
Terrorism of 9/11 and the Antifa loon
To the acceptance of evil acts and lost
Teaching of God, oh so very immune

To the fact that even the Devil believes
And as my tears flow like a monsoon
I can’t help but wonder how and why
We’ve become so heartless and immune

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 09/11/2020
All rights reserved

The poems and the illness
No way to separate

Mother Teresa spoke the truth
The little way the great

Slept again all day
So tired! Ah! the sadness

Sarah at the bank
Her gentleness is gladness

Thankful for my father
Despite the sometimes struggle

I do not fear Antifa
Sorry there, Ray Tuggle

I want to do some good thing
I want to deep discover

Astrobiological water
The alien. The Other.

I stutter.
I shudder.
I rage;
When I am calmly
trying to explain,
instead of having a
debate
on race and hate.

I cry,
cause I can
hear the pain
when people
try and describe
the horrors
from which they came,
while knowing
no matter if
they are showing
true scars of abuse
the world will still view
them as an other.

It is obvious to me
when I study history.
I can clearly see
said sorry tragedy
of human suffering.

No specifics to share
cause this is just a poem
to say that I care,
and despair
of seeing
indifference
or people not believing
what others are experiencing
after four hundred plus years of proof.

When your answer to
me telling you
what’s going on,
is “but what about
the deep state,
Bill Gates,
five G,
that’s antifa,”
or “that just
fake news”

What is the use
of telling you
the truth
in verse
when you
haven’t heard
a single word
whispered,
yelled,
cried,
or transcribed
about the
horrors committed
in people’s lives.