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Becka Vees Jun 2012
My memories are alphebetized and filed in steel cabinets
But at least I've never paid taxes.
These tracks rack my heavy head,
And with consistancy of lose lead I find I make my bed
Eastward and upward and moving forward feels back asswards
And not only have my once-loved-ones forgot their own adivce...
They let street rats dine, dash and flash feces like crack rocks.
School of the soft-knox they bare qualities close to the itch of a chicken pock.
Rockin' failure in the lines on their faces, I've placed this between I and U,
These steel tracks rack, my, how the time does fly when
You've never paid taxes.
And I'm dusting off files close forgotten,
Tucking rotten ones behind other cold cases
Using laughter to mock roofed and mute traces of
Never more and here we go again.
But if only! If only the woodpecker croaked!
Jokes pried from pedestals marked "short lived" -
Six suicides long and my hometowns *** is wound so tight
It actually drops diamonds. of course in spite of this
The majority spit is ****.
Misery takes to masses, foul stench latched, snatched,
Roofed and mute and at least I've never paid taxes.

(Written 3/12)
Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To ****** and to eliminate potential enemies
Fires of hate, fires of hell that **** families
Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea
Fire, natural fires in California
Fire, deadly fires in Gaza
More fire, more power, more firepower
More power, more fire and more back-asswards power
Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner
At the fancy cocktail hour
That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire
Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war
Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar
War is nothing but an evil fire
War is not a game. War is not natural
War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell
War is a waste of human lives and resources
More water to **** all of fires and all sources
The world needs good fire to protect the environment
The world wants peace throughout the continent
God created One World, One People and One Race
And man invented division and many races in this space
Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination
Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption
Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire
We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire
The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe
We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe.

Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Anti-pope Francis' ecclesiastical fiat edicts are more diabolical than
grass spider sorcery, Baptistic hex tragical & elemental *** magical
as ****-divin' for King Jezus Chrystus is mechanistically tyrannical
Donny **** & the Dip ***** croon ****-house tunes nightly for free
while **** **** in Walmart's urinals, emptying their bladders of ***
“My **** muscles ache a lot,” Oscar said to his ****** friend Bosie.
“My ***'s a wreck too,” said Bosie, “after you belted my **** rosy.”
I swum *** backwards & back asswards in ******* Lenin's *******
oligarchical statism strewn over a vile/evil corporatocratical model,
till my **** lips shrunk & my broken neck turned into turkey wattle
“Me *** cleft is chapped raw,” Oscar cried to his *** buddy Bosie.
“Me pink ****'s red,” said Bosie, “after you spanked me *** rosy.”
Paul F. McCartney broke our crooked spines with his most favorite
*** Yoko Ono beetle winged pastime: seal hunting with land mines
I write in free-form, like Lenny Bruce who is dead. Folks need their
dogmatical & orthodoxical structures adored, like our criminal Fed.
I swum *** backwards & back asswards in ******* Lenin's *******
oligarchical statism strewn over a vile/evil corporatocratical model,
till my **** lips shrunk & my broken neck turned into turkey wattle
Anti-pope Francis' ecclesiastical fiat edicts are more diabolical than
grass spider sorcery, Baptistic hex tragical & elemental *** magical
as ****-divin' for King Jezus Chrystus is mechanistically tyrannical
Donny **** & the Dip ***** croon ****-house tunes nightly for free
while **** **** in Walmart's urinals, emptying their bladders of ***
“My **** muscles ache a lot,” Oscar said to his ****** friend Bosie.
“My ***'s a wreck too,” said Bosie, “after you belted my **** rosy.”
I swum *** backwards & back asswards in ******* Lenin's *******
oligarchical statism strewn over a vile/evil corporatocratical model,
till my **** lips shrunk & my broken neck turned into turkey wattle
“Me *** cleft is chapped raw,” Oscar cried to his *** buddy Bosie.
“Me pink ****'s red,” said Bosie, “after you spanked me *** rosy.”
Paul F. McCartney broke our crooked spines with his most favorite
*** Yoko Ono beetle winged pastime: seal hunting with land mines
I write in free-form, like Lenny Bruce who is dead. Folks need their
dogmatical & orthodoxical structures adored, like our criminal Fed.

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