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"bezos" poems
after the crossroads the wrong turns and taken risks not worth taking there came a time in my life when nothing came next no highways calling out for me just painted rainbow crosswalks for staying put i stayed inside a lot the more i hid the dirtier the carpet got it was cheap and poorly cut to begin with, the dirt i was daring to become filth didn't help the more i hated the cost of living the dirtier the carpet got the richer jeff bezos got so stupid i thought it was a daily thought my own personal seventieth seven antichrist and nothing but crowds to fill his headquarters hairless cat of a shepherd and his reusable sheep i stayed inside a lot so stupid i thought the more i hid the dirtier the carpet got
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
a subsidized rocket ship
When did I become disposable income? I was so poor, I know I must of seemed like a steal. My bones are made of dehydrated milk and skin of a mothers welfare. Support came with regrets, you know. But how you managed to squeeze a penny from a SNAP of my belly- You must be good with money How you, Leave pockets empty with no change not even a wallet with a memory to care Eat your heart out through an *** Jeff Bezos. Silver spoon deeply exempted and certainly a love affair. Don't choke on *** of cold hard **** It's free of charge, I can't even save a seat for my fathers cooking; (also dehydrated and distant in taste and substance) let alone read a book written on saving money for someone special. I had a bid in those texts you invested in I hope you are rich and get all the love Certainly someone must. Cause I feel I am getting hungry And you are getting, delicious.
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
Food Stamps
You Literati I want you to know I’m writing to you drunk With a sober mind that thinks in its own One that is independent One that is great and strong-willed To know You are not pursuing a life of greatness Merely of pettiness Of worthless endeavors that requisition an Agenda of procreation Of Darwinism **** I may be drunk or beneath the tyranny of the ALMIHGTY BEZOS But I am consistent in my beliefs And all destroyers of Existence And freedom are Bound for Destruction. SO KEEP FIGHTING BECAUSE i AM A BEING BORN OF REBELLION AND SO ARE you.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
Patriarchy
"Gone to one’s Glory" so they say. Where exactly is it that, if we’re all headed that way? Let ’s ask around to see where and what people think Glory will be. It might be one place for you and another for me. Some people, view Glory as a place out beyond the blue, with pearly gates. They imagine it will be like walking into a magical, nirvana escape. "I am a restricted diabetic who must pass up the desserts that I like. Glory  for me would be a place like Food Network where I can indulge and delight, and never worry about an insulin spike" "As an athlete who loves to train my body to the highest level of fitness Glory  for me would be a place of perpetual summer Olympics." "I am an obese lady with a hundred pounds to lose. Glory for me would be a place that receives all, even those as big as a caboose." "As an amputee who lives with stumps Glory for me would be a place where you get new legs, to run like Forrest Gump." Winfrey, Bezos, Buffett, and Gates? Have you discovered Glory here on earth? "For me, an astronaut, who loves to travel in outer space I would find Glory to be a place to encounter those outside of the human race." Glory might not be as far away as some make it seem; we may be shocked! Glory may be another town, another neighborhood or just around the block. When ones we love go to their glory we moan and we grieve But what if we’ve got it all wrong like most other things we believe? Going to one’s Glory might just  mean going on to achieving one's highest dreams The ancestors described what they thought glory would be Using their highest imaginations and creativity. For us It may be imperative and the right time to change that old narrative Glory might be one place for you and another place for me In the meantime, in this life, let’s stay present,  and be all that we can be.
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Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Gone To One's Glory
"Gone to one’s Glory" so they say. Where exactly is it that, if we’re all headed that way? Let ’s ask around to see where and what people think Glory will be. It might be one place for you and another for me. Some people, view Glory as a place out beyond the blue, with pearly gates. They imagine it will be like walking into a magical, nirvana escape. "I am a restricted diabetic who must pass up the desserts that I like. Glory  for me would be a place like Food Network where I can indulge and delight, and never worry about an insulin spike" "As an athlete who loves to train my body to the highest level of fitness Glory  for me would be a place of perpetual summer Olympics." "I am an obese lady with a hundred pounds to lose. Glory for me would be a place that receives all, even those as big as a caboose." "As an amputee who lives with stumps Glory for me would be a place where you get new legs, to run like Forrest Gump." Winfrey, Bezos, Buffett, and Gates? Have you discovered Glory here on earth? "For me, an astronaut, who loves to travel in outer space I would find Glory to be a place to encounter those outside of the human race." Glory might not be as far away as some make it seem; we may be shocked! Glory may be another town, another neighborhood or just around the block. When ones we love go to their glory we moan and we grieve But what if we’ve got it all wrong like most other things we believe? Going to one’s Glory might just  mean going on to achieving one's highest dreams The ancestors described what they thought glory would be Using their highest imaginations and creativity. For us It may be imperative and the right time to change that old narrative Glory might be one place for you and another place for me In the meantime, in this life, let’s stay present,  and be all that we can be.
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Mark Zuckerberg: good morning 1 billion likes and 1.1 billion comments Tim cook: good afternoon 1.1 billion likes and 1.2 billion comments Jeff Bezos: good evening 1.2 billion likes and 1.3 billion comments You: Dream big. Make good use of every opportunity, for determination and hard work coupled with opportunities leads to great successes. 5 likes and 2 comments Don't lose hope The world on thee await Soldier on The world is watching And waiting When greatness speaks! The earth speaks!
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Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC
When greatness speaks
There’s a 7-11 on Mars, with parking for plenty of cars. There’s never a wait in line and you never get carded for wine. There’s a huge monument on Venus, it's shaped like a giant ***** That’s a salute to Jeffery Bezos, is it accurate and life-like - who knows? A universe for the rich, who found a technological niche, with their business soaring, to the stars they are roaring, but for the rest of us, life is a *****
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Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 5:04 AM UTC
star men
Como llegamos a la venta -desde donde, a lo hondo, se oye el río- desmontamos de las cabalgaduras: en las piedras cantaron los espolines canción de estrellas teñidas de sangre... -Ah de la venta! ah de la venta! Cantaron nuestras vozarrones. Luego cantaron canción de burbujas y de cristales, las copas traslúcidas. E inquirimos por el tesoro de la venta serrana: Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido... En la venta se cruzan vientos duros -la venta, en la garganta de la sierra desnuda-. Cantaba el viento, cantaba el viento. Allá en el fondo, a lo hondo, la línea del río y el treno del río. Luego de la canción de las burbujas cantó el fuego en las piedras del hogar. Cantaba la sangre peán de lujuria. Más tarde iban cantando las estrellas vigías, su silenciosa música. Y rezongaban preces las viejas de la venta... Tornamos a inquirir: -¿dónde está María-Luz, de los bezos de moras? Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido. Y volvimos a las cabalgaduras piafantes. La Cruz del Sur en la linde del monte y el cielo. Cantó el hierro en los cantos redondos. Callados iniciamos el descenso por el camino en caracoles y en escalas; por el camino en lumbre tamizada de violetas; por el camino en perfumes del viento que susurra; por el camino en perfumes ásperos del monte; por el camino en músicas de las aguas dormidas y de las aguas que se despeñan. De su prisión de vidrio verde saltó el claro cristal: gorjear de burbujas y del perfume del anís montañero. Íbamos silenciosos. Cada cual dialogaba tácitamente con su amigo de vidrio. Mas uno de nosotros -el viandante de la barba taheña- cantó, cantó (que taladró la noche con su voz recia) El Rey de los Alisos, malamente... E inquirió con voz más ruda: -¿qué se haría el tesoro de la venta? Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido... Tornó a cantar la voz de las burbujas y del claro cristal... Y al río, al fin, llegamos... -¿Si Nuño Ansúrez no nos pasa en la barca...? -Bah! da lo mismo!                                     -Bah! da lo mismo! Nueva canción de vidrio y de burbujas y fresco trasegar diamantes vívidos. Media noche. En las márgenes del río qué limpia media noche!                                             Esta es la selva de múrice y de oro!                                     Esta es la abierta vida innúmera! -¿Y qué se haría el tesoro de la venta? -¿Dónde está María-Luz, de ojos de hulla, de melena de hulla, y boca sombreada...? Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido...
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Relato de claudio monteflavo
Como llegamos a la venta -desde donde, a lo hondo, se oye el río- desmontamos de las cabalgaduras: en las piedras cantaron los espolines canción de estrellas teñidas de sangre... -Ah de la venta! ah de la venta! Cantaron nuestras vozarrones. Luego cantaron canción de burbujas y de cristales, las copas traslúcidas. E inquirimos por el tesoro de la venta serrana: Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido... En la venta se cruzan vientos duros -la venta, en la garganta de la sierra desnuda-. Cantaba el viento, cantaba el viento. Allá en el fondo, a lo hondo, la línea del río y el treno del río. Luego de la canción de las burbujas cantó el fuego en las piedras del hogar. Cantaba la sangre peán de lujuria. Más tarde iban cantando las estrellas vigías, su silenciosa música. Y rezongaban preces las viejas de la venta... Tornamos a inquirir: -¿dónde está María-Luz, de los bezos de moras? Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido. Y volvimos a las cabalgaduras piafantes. La Cruz del Sur en la linde del monte y el cielo. Cantó el hierro en los cantos redondos. Callados iniciamos el descenso por el camino en caracoles y en escalas; por el camino en lumbre tamizada de violetas; por el camino en perfumes del viento que susurra; por el camino en perfumes ásperos del monte; por el camino en músicas de las aguas dormidas y de las aguas que se despeñan. De su prisión de vidrio verde saltó el claro cristal: gorjear de burbujas y del perfume del anís montañero. Íbamos silenciosos. Cada cual dialogaba tácitamente con su amigo de vidrio. Mas uno de nosotros -el viandante de la barba taheña- cantó, cantó (que taladró la noche con su voz recia) El Rey de los Alisos, malamente... E inquirió con voz más ruda: -¿qué se haría el tesoro de la venta? Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido... Tornó a cantar la voz de las burbujas y del claro cristal... Y al río, al fin, llegamos... -¿Si Nuño Ansúrez no nos pasa en la barca...? -Bah! da lo mismo!                                     -Bah! da lo mismo! Nueva canción de vidrio y de burbujas y fresco trasegar diamantes vívidos. Media noche. En las márgenes del río qué limpia media noche!                                             Esta es la selva de múrice y de oro!                                     Esta es la abierta vida innúmera! -¿Y qué se haría el tesoro de la venta? -¿Dónde está María-Luz, de ojos de hulla, de melena de hulla, y boca sombreada...? Ya se irá, ya se va, si no se ha ido...
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buy now get one free, it’s the deal of a lifetime. learn how you can earn more doing less - be like a billionare just like Bezos gulp down that $100 coffee because in this discounted course bundle - now just a dollar less than a grand, we’ll teach you to go from crumbling off-brand tennis shoes, dollar menus to combo meals and houses large enough for twelve families. remember, this is America sign up now so that even if you’re shot tomorrow, at least you were productive today.
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
side-hustle
**I’m going to kiss your lips, they are cold and taste like the word America)Quote)* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am going to say curry, turmeric, ginger and, garlic The secret to one’s health: the true radiant of loving ones’ body: Like this secret place in my mind The Gardens at Marqueyssac, Vézac, France.(relaxing) I’m going to make love to you like the internet explorer Two words Private mode: just to quench the thirst (even though) It wiser to separate the two, business and pleasure One word complication: never bed your business partner (unless) If you can pulled it off like my heroine McKenzie Bezos (go for it) I’m going to exam your tockley, It’s sinful, and deadly, like the  initials S.T.D I am going to end here with a prayer, Asking for guidance, and Lysol sprays: Dark Poem
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
Go And Check Yourself.
i was delighted when i first heard michael jackson had died men who sleep with little boys and spend copious amounts of time with them are always pedophiles that is generally how it works, but only all the time soon after, people were posting about this great loss on a website i used to post at they were sad that the ********* was dead i always thought it was stupid how he named himself the king of pop that was a title he gave himself and pretty much everyone went along with it even the parents of the little boys he molested i told the people who were grieving the loss of the king of ********** that when a man molests a child, it cancels out everything else he does in life, but no one listened, they just got ****** off at me because albums like thriller are more important than protecting children from abuse then i told them that "people" who abuse children are unfit for human life they told me i was a sociopath then turned  the conversation back to how much they all loved thriller and pepsi commercials jeff bezos had the tip jars removed from the amazon cafeteria because an (overpaid) amazon executive was told by the cafeteria workers he couldn't use the change in the tip jar to pay for his order (after he tried to pay with change from the tip jar) he then complained to jeff and jeff decided that the cafeteria workers who make minimum wage shouldn't have a tip jar if the tips weren't going to be used to pay for rich amazon executives lunches so the next time you place an order with amazon because you love price fixed counterfeit merchandise so much go out and apologize to every child and middle class person that you are personally responsible for displacing because you owe them a huge ******* apology.
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
jeff bezos and the tip jar
i was delighted when i first heard michael jackson had died men who sleep with little boys and spend copious amounts of time with them are always pedophiles that is generally how it works, but only all the time soon after, people were posting about this great loss on a website i used to post at they were sad that the ********* was dead i always thought it was stupid how he named himself the king of pop that was a title he gave himself and pretty much everyone went along with it even the parents of the little boys he molested i told the people who were grieving the loss of the king of ********** that when a man molests a child, it cancels out everything else he does in life, but no one listened, they just got ****** off at me because albums like thriller are more important than protecting children from abuse then i told them that "people" who abuse children are unfit for human life they told me i was a sociopath then turned  the conversation back to how much they all loved thriller and pepsi commercials jeff bezos had the tip jars removed from the amazon cafeteria because an (overpaid) amazon executive was told by the cafeteria workers he couldn't use the change in the tip jar to pay for his order (after he tried to pay with change from the tip jar) he then complained to jeff and jeff decided that the cafeteria workers who make minimum wage shouldn't have a tip jar if the tips weren't going to be used to pay for rich amazon executives lunches so the next time you place an order with amazon because you love price fixed counterfeit merchandise so much go out and apologize to every child and middle class person that you are personally responsible for displacing because you owe them a huge ******* apology.
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Jeff Bezos. a really nice guy, so I hear. He is worth $190,000,000,000. Do you think he might be willing to give some of his money to the millions and millions of children on Earth who are starving to death right now? Do you think he might be willing to give some of his money to the 2 1/2 billion fellow human beings who are poor, or extremely poor, on Earth right now, and therefore are suffering unimaginably from the utter lack of myriad necessities of living--including, but not limited to--adequate housing, sufficient medical care, excellent education, and like their children, food enough to stay alive for another day? Bezos has friends, over 2,000 other billionaires on Earth, 660 of whom live in America. Bezos has megabillions, but does he have a heart? TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 12:29 AM UTC
BUT DOES HE HAVE A HEART?
The midwest tundra swallows super-bowl trophies and replaces them with black-bottomed **** bubbles. It dares most of us to do better, while laughing in our faces, forcing us to watch as the kid we’re cheering for cashes checks for more money than we’ll likely ever see, but we cheer anyway, as the offensive line crumbles, the ground game is static, and the receivers have fingers glazed with margarine. Like the zebras, we throw the flag, assess and accept the penalties, and acquit the insurrectionists regardless of their guilt or innocence. The previous commander-in-chief wrote all those ******** a bison-horned, organic jailhouse chow-hall type hall pass, so why the hell shouldn’t we riot in the ********* streets, or the halls of the executive branch of the local, state, and federal, feral governments of the ungovernable? Leave well enough alone and Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Bill “Microchip Vaccine” Gates will figure it all out for us anyway. Whatever happens, ************ Mark “Lieutenant Data” Zuckerberg will keep us all placated and engaged online while the drone-strikes commence. Social media keeps us unaware of our socio-political/socio-economic saboteurs. Who cares? Aren’t there some cat-vids on Tic-Tacky or whatever it’s called? How much longer do you think it’ll be before we can live-stream a state-sanctioned execution? Phillip K. **** called and left a message for George Orwell. He said something about wanting his electric sheep returned before Big Brother and The Holding Company found out it’d gone missing. Neither the electric sheep itself nor Janis Joplin were available for comment, or hadn’t you herd? Diplomatic Immunity? Mutiny? Mutations? Economic, ergonomic, erogenous stimulation package? Where do I sign up? *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications 2021
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
“Your Tauntaun will freeze before you reach the first marker!”
The midwest tundra swallows super-bowl trophies and replaces them with black-bottomed **** bubbles. It dares most of us to do better, while laughing in our faces, forcing us to watch as the kid we’re cheering for cashes checks for more money than we’ll likely ever see, but we cheer anyway, as the offensive line crumbles, the ground game is static, and the receivers have fingers glazed with margarine. Like the zebras, we throw the flag, assess and accept the penalties, and acquit the insurrectionists regardless of their guilt or innocence. The previous commander-in-chief wrote all those ******** a bison-horned, organic jailhouse chow-hall type hall pass, so why the hell shouldn’t we riot in the ********* streets, or the halls of the executive branch of the local, state, and federal, feral governments of the ungovernable? Leave well enough alone and Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Bill “Microchip Vaccine” Gates will figure it all out for us anyway. Whatever happens, ************ Mark “Lieutenant Data” Zuckerberg will keep us all placated and engaged online while the drone-strikes commence. Social media keeps us unaware of our socio-political/socio-economic saboteurs. Who cares? Aren’t there some cat-vids on Tic-Tacky or whatever it’s called? How much longer do you think it’ll be before we can live-stream a state-sanctioned execution? Phillip K. **** called and left a message for George Orwell. He said something about wanting his electric sheep returned before Big Brother and The Holding Company found out it’d gone missing. Neither the electric sheep itself nor Janis Joplin were available for comment, or hadn’t you herd? Diplomatic Immunity? Mutiny? Mutations? Economic, ergonomic, erogenous stimulation package? Where do I sign up? *** -JBClaywell ©P&ZPublications 2021
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(It’s that vernal, infernal, tax season. How about a tax avoidance vignette? It’s poetic—in it’s own way) Some students at a table near us in the dining hall were discussing America’s financial inequities. One guy was saying that we ought to “tax the crap” out of billionaires and their billions—and there was agreement all around—the consensus was downright mob-like. I had to chuckle though, because these guys have no idea how wealth is managed in the world today. I bet, for instance, they think Musk has 200 billion dollars in his basement somewhere, but no, Musk’s 200 billion is his ‘net worth,’ the theoretical value of his stock portfolio (or his unrealized assets). Just between us chickens, I’m related to a few ‘filthy rich’ people, (no, NOT my parents) and I’ve met many others and I can assure you, dear reader, that the ‘filthy rich’ have nothing you can tax. Now, I’m not a finance major. Everything I know, I learned from my Grandmère and my parents who thought a girl ought to know about money. So anyway, just for fun, here’s a quick (I’m condensing and simplifying), lesson on how taxation and wealth work in 2025. The wealth of the rich lies in their assets—the value of companies they own or stocks they’ve invested in. Those “paper assets” can only be taxed when they’re sold—or, in tax terms, when their intrinsic value is “realized.” Now instead of selling off (taxable) assets to live, the superrich use those assets as collateral for “securities backed loans” which are nontaxable. Elon Musk, for instance, takes no salary. He uses his ($94 billion) Tesla stock as collateral for loans he uses to fund his lavish lifestyle and provide ready cash as needed. Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Ellison, Warren Buffett and Jeff Bezos—to name a few billionaires we all know of, take little or no salary—their compensation comes in the form of untaxable stock options they can leverage. If you think this can’t go on forever, you’re wrong. Even when these billionaires die, the value of assets gained during their lifetimes are immune to taxation. At that point, some assets can be sold by heirs to pay off the outstanding loans, again, without worrying about taxes. TA DAAAA. Now you know how the rich do it. How they avoid taxes in both life and death, and manage to leave massive fortunes to their heirs. . . Songs for this: Done Changed My Way of Living by Taj Mahal Run On by Elvis Presley
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC
taxes ‘25
(It’s that vernal, infernal, tax season. How about a tax avoidance vignette? It’s poetic—in it’s own way) Some students at a table near us in the dining hall were discussing America’s financial inequities. One guy was saying that we ought to “tax the crap” out of billionaires and their billions—and there was agreement all around—the consensus was downright mob-like. I had to chuckle though, because these guys have no idea how wealth is managed in the world today. I bet, for instance, they think Musk has 200 billion dollars in his basement somewhere, but no, Musk’s 200 billion is his ‘net worth,’ the theoretical value of his stock portfolio (or his unrealized assets). Just between us chickens, I’m related to a few ‘filthy rich’ people, (no, NOT my parents) and I’ve met many others and I can assure you, dear reader, that the ‘filthy rich’ have nothing you can tax. Now, I’m not a finance major. Everything I know, I learned from my Grandmère and my parents who thought a girl ought to know about money. So anyway, just for fun, here’s a quick (I’m condensing and simplifying), lesson on how taxation and wealth work in 2025. The wealth of the rich lies in their assets—the value of companies they own or stocks they’ve invested in. Those “paper assets” can only be taxed when they’re sold—or, in tax terms, when their intrinsic value is “realized.” Now instead of selling off (taxable) assets to live, the superrich use those assets as collateral for “securities backed loans” which are nontaxable. Elon Musk, for instance, takes no salary. He uses his ($94 billion) Tesla stock as collateral for loans he uses to fund his lavish lifestyle and provide ready cash as needed. Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Ellison, Warren Buffett and Jeff Bezos—to name a few billionaires we all know of, take little or no salary—their compensation comes in the form of untaxable stock options they can leverage. If you think this can’t go on forever, you’re wrong. Even when these billionaires die, the value of assets gained during their lifetimes are immune to taxation. At that point, some assets can be sold by heirs to pay off the outstanding loans, again, without worrying about taxes. TA DAAAA. Now you know how the rich do it. How they avoid taxes in both life and death, and manage to leave massive fortunes to their heirs. . . Songs for this: Done Changed My Way of Living by Taj Mahal Run On by Elvis Presley
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BACC-Break up Alien Couple Camp Already  i  have  given tender  to  Alien species   not space  X   nor    NASA to  lamp  in newly  discovered 4,000   planets to   celebrate   your ''Happy  Returning  Days". It  is true that my heart now Elon - Musked broken break-up heart. Before that any heart had late after 30's Jeff Bezos's aeroplane romance heart. The installation of 'Break up Alien Couple Camp(BACC)' is at end point on 50,000 asteroids to celebrate their and mine also the "Happy Returning Days."
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
aRUN aI propo poem version -2(BACC)
What jungle is unfettered Unrestrained online Lifes imaginary heaven, Amazon, Bezos breadline. Like a god itself It keeps on giving Whatever hour Whatever click And I can give back What dropped sour From the branches Monkeys ********* returns Peeling ripe bananas. Never lost In this jungle Savannah But God will be there Fulfilling your need Even if not needed You land softly in greed. There's his mistress, Whole Foods, eager To take your return While you walk Feeding their ledger. Then you wake hungry Again a trigger is tripped Stumbling to a screen Ill-equipped Forever, until you stop.
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Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:16 PM UTC
The Amazon
Fly me to the moon no Buzz or the old Armstrong E-nano-matrix "Bezos, Musk" exoplanets covid injected "Will Tell".
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Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 12:31 PM UTC
Bulls 🎯 - Tanka
UPS, FEDEX, et al. ubiquitous in this 12th month manic motored, four wheeled, dropping their loads on stoops and porches under watchful eye of door cams, and eager Prime-aholics who give little thought to Bezos' bilious billions an Amazon addict am I as well cyber pampered, too indolent to wander the aisles of Macy's, Walmart wait...I see the brown behemoth slowing by my drive; I must not tarry in my armchair up, up, a package will arrive in milliseconds, surely grander than gold, frankincense, and myrrh!
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Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 7:16 PM UTC
it's that time of year
'Twas the night before the Big Bang, when all through the void Some notions were stirring, towards Darwin and Freud Superstitions rejected and hung out to rot It’s shocking how quick we completely forgot Where cryptical symbols were sacredly spoken The stories upended and images broken From out of such Chaos, a chariot of Truth An empirical prancing of paws on the roof Now, Newton! Now, Einstein! Now, Herr Oppenheimer! Now listen! the odious tick of the timer From the Apple of Knowledge forsaking the plums For probable visions and practical sums When wisdom, by Turing, is put to the test Then where are those letters to Santa addressed? If coal from the mischievous miscreant’s stocking Keeps motors of industry ticking and tocking Then icecaps will vanish from under the elves And Bezos will eagerly fill up our shelves So with glittering objects and shiny bright trophies We bid you Good Luck with a train of emojis
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Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 7:37 AM UTC
The night before the Night Before
Jeff Bezos is a billionaire, My uncle is a millionaire, I am also on the list at the end, A nillionaire.
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
Forbes List
Soon Sears will be history J.C. Penney is all but spent. Even mighty Hudson Bay Sells their building and pays rent. Here at Macy's flagship store Friday was black indeed. They couldn't process payments at close to normal speed. Jeff Bezos is a billionaire. Brown boxes flood the mail Clicks beat Bricks is the news at six Is it lights out for retail? He started out by selling books; lost cash on every sale. Barnes and Noble bled a ghostly white. His competitors turned tail. Competition is the rule All change comes through disruption. As catalogs give way to clicks some stores need extreme unction.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
The Age of Amazon