"extort" poems
I made a deal with Satan
Because you showed me
That he was my only shot
I threw away who I was
And became your enemy
As I smile like your friend
I learned the game
And that I have a gift
I use it to play you
And steal from you
And I’ll continue to do so
With you as my teacher
Until I cough and glare at you
Through my last dying breath
I’m a villain.
I secretly extort and leach
Off of everything and everyone
That you have ever loved
Because that and you
Don’t mean anything to me
I want to deceive
And take advantage
Of you and your friends
So that I can take your money
Because I will not settle
For less than the ivory tower
That you sleep in.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
So Putin helps Trump win an election
And subsequently feels elated.
He is still anticipating
How he will be compensated.
Who are the ones who cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap?
Watching the Trump administration
Blame and distrust the FBI
Also tickles Putin as Trump
Makes it a target to vilify.
Watch Putin cheer and clap
As he takes a victory lap.
When Trump says he doesn't believe
Our intelligence agents here
But eagerly accepts whatever
Putin tells him, one thing's clear:
Trump is willing to cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap.
When Russia starts a conspiracy theory
And blames Ukraine for election meddling,
Many Trumplicans here believe
The devious lies that the Kremlin is peddling.
How can Americans cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap?
When Trump speaks with the president
Of Ukraine and crudely tries to extort
Favors from the Ukrainians
And threatens to pull U.S. support,
Putin supporters cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap.
As here we see a chilling loss
Of democratic values, we
Will ask ourselves whatever happened
To hope and opportunity.
Who then will cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap?
-by Bob B (12-12-19)
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
The human soul, as vile as bile,
Savage Cruel disturbed infected and distort,
The human soul, obsessed with foul style,
Sinful confused mishandled and extort
Devoid of ethical human feelings,
Inflicted with raw sadistic hatred,
Grotesque depraved dismembered killings,
Ungodly occultism, unsacred
Sickness requires resolute treatment,
Stitches to repair ripped incisions,
Reducing the risk of dismemberment,
Catastrophe fractured by excision
Ceased decaying crippled in dreadful despair
Emerging from darkness, disturbed and aware.
William James
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Dearest jewels of my crown motherhood
Go to the nearest FBI office
Accuse all you call friends of a hate crime drugging you without you knowing to make you feel **** and think you are nuts hallucinogens and methamphetamine s do that
Do not go to psychiatrist they will trash you
your Mom and remove your parental rights forever a Susan and Arthur and Elizabeth already bought you from Haralsmbios a human trafficking psychopath sadist torturer like kiriaki and many more in Greece
Those you trust here in USA hide Crimes they are a team of murderers and thieves since 1980
They assimilated Jeff and John through drugs
Free yourselves.
They all are your deadly enemies they document all lies half truths use assassination of character and fear of your Mom to hide their crimes
They are who lie divide you and plan to ****** your Mom too for financial gain.
They made credit cards with your name in it to finance murders for hire ..
And tell you it's Mom buying thousands of dollars in clothes that's a lie from Satan
They are black mailing you.
to extort money to **** Mom.
~~
Remove your blind folds fight for your freedom take your children run to FBI office use me as a living witness I am on your side.
I love you all my children.
~~
~My Story poem.~
The greatest deception is calling everyone
a friend
Today I admit that from ancient times
am blessed to have had his intimate
piece of heart
thus my life was worth while.
I declare that even here
I was blessed with this
Outer Limits De-Javus;
~~
I am forever a grateful Mom,
granted to sacrifice my
love, my life along with everyone
I ever loved the most.
There's still justice to be granted; triumph waived
with defeat acknowledged.
Not only have I waived and yielded to every misfortune
but was trashed to the eleven winds as my evil enemy
lied to divide me among my dearly beloved offspring
planning as in above the law to profit from my demise.
~~~
By: Karijinbba
All Rights Reserved.
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 1:32 AM UTC
[Intro: Quavo]
**** man. Brrrrtttttt
Hello?
What the hell you mean Ma? I ain't did ****
****
[Hook: Quavo]
Feds hit the spot man I ain't saying nothin
They came around about 5 o' clock this morning (12!)
They telling me I'm copping contraband from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Feds hit the spot say I'm copping from informants
Channel 2, Fox 5, I'm America's most wanted! (Ooh!)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah, Quavo
I pick up my **** and then hit the door (Oh **** **** 12!)
Surrounding my house and they kick the door (Boom! Boom!)
"Don't move, get on the floor!" I hit the window and fell on the curb
I'm trying to get up and take off, the officer speared me, like Goldberg
Say "Where were you 3 o clock on the dot?" "My Momma's house" "You a ******* liar"
Have you heard about your new worker? (Nah) Know I put him in your circle
I witnessed you purchase the pound (nuh uh)
I witnessed you purchase the brown (no you didn't)
I witnessed you purchase the white (no!)
Say goodnight down the road for a long flight
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Hot Boy like Silkk the Shocker, pull up on your blocka with the Waka Flocka
Momma hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers ****
They say they've been investigating and Migo gang we connected with the mobsters (Huh?)
Can't talk to you ****** my lawyer talk. **** the prosecutor Mr. Marcus
**** Lookin out of my window, I see a black truck and it's empty
Walk to the door check the peephole (what that is man?)
Then I start hearing a noise and it makes me paranoid ****
Thinking what the **** is going on? (What the ****
All of these tools like it's Autozone
If I get caught I ain't coming home (No!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
They said that I sold to informants
I told them I just got off touring
They circle my house like an orbit ****
He telling me he gon extort me (huh?)
50% of my income, unfortunately he not gon get none
Life sentence or freedom so pick one
**** ***** you trying the wrong one **** *****
Quavo call my phone, his spot got raided it just got kicked in
We all met up in the Westin
Who know what the **** going on it ain't making sense (who know?)
The police talking they got evidence
I told you ****** bout serving them Mexicans (I told you ******
**** There go 12 ****
I picked up my **** and I moved out the residence
[Hook]
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Bonn Prostitutes working the streets
now pay twice for displaying their treats.
Not content with the tax they extort,
for plying the world's oldest profession.
Now Politicians, ****** of a sort,
want more money despite the recession.
Now to make the sin tax yield sweeter
Certain streets now have ********** meters.
Six Euros a night is the rate
for these girls who have more than one “date”
So if your “dame des abends” says “Antreiben! ”
as the clocks ticking down on the evening.
She has a legitimate worry
in telling her"boyfriend" to hurry.
In Bonn, the meter is running
and only the meter maid’s coming!
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Her soul is blind
As her body is imperfect
Her stretch marks were written in coded language
She’s so pure that she’s toxic.
Braille:
Only passionate readers understood her vibe…her stories.
Written in coded language of cracked walls and extorted minds
You know... Extorted minds.
Extorted the way we extort morphine to coke fiends
Cracked walls. Matching the cracked walls of our unity.
Can you read her?
Can you, dig deep and fill a human being with that
Refreshing feeling we should all get after engaging in a
Dope *** intellectual conversation.
Read her, fluently.
Intelligence is so attractive.
But…after talking for hours it’s apparent that your mind is shallow.
I don’t know what’s left to do.
Tell me…How long has it been since someone has touched you entirely
Without having to actually touch you?
How long has it been since you’ve silenced your mind?
& let your mind be where it already is.
Leave it alone. It’ll quiet itself.
Her soul is blind.
Her mind is hungry.
Seeking the unknown.
Deep in the depths of what doesn’t need to be retrieved.
She wonders how far tomorrow is.
Today is an illusion.
She is not worried.
Her soul is blind.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
There's a Tale of hare
named Bugs, wisecracking
Brooklyn speedster
who raced against
a Tortoise green.
Mercedes grey speeding
along, distancing
a schlepping spect,
a North Face jacket
on fruitcake's trek.
4000 fast
and sleek.
8 slow
and green.
Neither racers strangely
notice that child
born on dented stripes,
warning bumps
by side road way.
Is life a sacred race?
Marriage sacrament
a finishing face?
Dying memories trace
a cove and net
lacing U and who?
What's up Doc?
Eating healthy,
eating carrots?
I hear your voice
who's love does bare.
False Saffron leiter
extort and retorts weiter!
Komisch verwaltung
Schwartz holzteer
baiting babies to finish fear.
A cartoon film
skipping and tear
telling a child's tale
reel ending here.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
Let's start a business today!
We'll call it Complimentary Mirror. Here's how it works.
First thing in the morning you look into the mirror and say,
"mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all"?
And the Complimentary Mirror answers back - you are, your
the fairest of them all. Then it tells you one of hundreds of
reasons why your magnificent, which it keeps stored in its data base.
The mirror would give compliments why someone is so
terrifically wonderful.
Compliments such as:
Your wonderful because you don't take **** from no one.
Your awesome because you practice revenge on your enemies.
Your the fairest of them all because you extort favors from your
inferiors and blackmail your superiors.
You rise above all others because you don't tolerate stupid people
and publically humiliate them.
Your terrifically wonderful because you discipline with spanking
other people's children.
And you get raises at work by threatening your boss.
And want public hangings brought back.
And loathe loud talkers to the point of wanting them dead.
And other complimentary mirror things.
A mirror that compliments you each morning to help you get a
positive start on your pathetically wretched day.
Let's start a business today! (Trademark pending).
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
I can see it in your eyes
they speak of you
They glisten bright in the dark
and you shadow speak the loudest
to eyes of many you are a heroine
in my view you are a loser
But what happens when we fall in love
caress and make love
Yet you extort yourself
you seem gentle like a dove
but a cheap stripper you are
Words spread like wild fire
all you claim am a liar
but truth always tear heart into pieces
-
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
Fire a blaze with a roar so loud, a fort
that keeps people away, vicious sort
with a corrupted mind, extort
the poor and needy, distort
the reality, the people retort
I am the bad heart, now they cavort
as I am no more, the fire fort
has done it's deeds, foolish people court
with imbecile intellect, contort
are their lives now accomplices are now turncoat.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
My Lord
is not your typical boss
My Lord does not extort His children's wages
He adorns them with crowns of salvation
My Lord's love is ungoverned by the scepter of time
for it is eternal
He was
is
and will forever love you.
Look into His eyes.
Do you not see them
filling up in teary angst?
His arms outstretched
longing for your embrace.
"Come home, my Child
Here you will find rest and ever lasting love.
I will clothe you finer than the flowers
I will wipe every tear from your cheek
that sadness will be a long-forgotten memory.
The world has beaten you down
but I will lift you up."
Apr 14, 2023
Apr 14, 2023 at 4:24 PM UTC
Death, thou was once an uncouth hideous thing,
Nothing but bones,
The sad effect of sadder grones,
Thy mouth was open, but thou could not sing
For we considered thee as at some six
Or ten years hence,
After the loss of life and sense,
Flesh being turned to dust, and bones to sticks
We looked on this side of thee, shooting short;
Where we did find
The shells of fledge souls left behind
Dry dust, which sheds no tears, but may extort
But since our saviors death did put some blood
Into thy face;
Thou art grown fair and full of grace,
Much in request, much sought for as a good
For we do now behold thee gay and glad,
As at dooms day;
When souls shall wear their new array,
And all thy bones with beauty shall be clad
Therefore we can go die as sleep, and trust
Half that we have
Unto an honest faithful grave;
Making our pillows either down, or dust.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
Stuck fast.
Two tongues.
No need to rip apart.
Ice sticks.
Lollipops for licking.
Fragile dipped on wooden sticks.
Sweet love of feline lady.
In battleship grey concealed.
The once openness of heart removed.
Stars bow down in crouching grace.
Tried to catch the suns rays.
Dared to try.
Fingers of children burned.
Uplifting the sullen face.
Extort a stupid smile.
(C) Livvi x 2014
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
Trying to describe what happened to us
is like fumbling to forge stars from
the evanescent remains
ever fluent in our veins
of astral bodies drifting further away.
Translunar thoughts extort my orbit around you
regardless of your eyes, their contained gravity
despite your lucid voice and it's fervid pull,
how they all hold me in place.
You are your own universe
and I am lost in your space.
Asteroids of presentimental wounds cratered my trust
you eclipsed unhindered through my life
and flared into hers;
our syzygy was over
but I never noticed our declination occur,
with your ephemeral attention
and I, rapt in limerence,
stayed a sidereal fragment to your sky.
I never did and still don't mind...
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Vestiges
A morning pills
Rookery dismissed the asphalt veins
Upload to the guts
A long pipe with loop end
Useless
Any place is ready for a shred gaze ..
Another shrapnel of a flinch
Skins die young
A mile *** and feet misconception
Reach-less away the cloaked steps
A ****** stores in a single snapshots of a wake
||
Sat
A few verso to unlock the night
My shadow disarray me
And all roads weep in flinchlike
A **** turfs beside the sole entance's city
Lost in rhyme
A sleep or else no more an option
An occupying air extort my corpse
And plant an images and flanks in my head
Sat
A few steps to unlock the night
And the door mute
And all cities are falling now
|||
Mock the pain
Will perish if you passed away
Reach the escape pod
And no one will ever stain the quietude
Will provoke the gypsy body
Sad cars agonize my civilized body
Mock the pain
Nothing left to pay a visit toll
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
Starring through
the eye glass of this
Empty. Empty bottle,
and then another
and another
I extort the plights of this world
Post-pubescent, Bile.
The gutters reject the rain the same
Alleviated
by the glint. The glimmer
of the OPEN sign cascading across your
Eyes, repress the boredom.
The subdued state of Euphoria.
So lets drop the glass
and propose our toasts
Renegades on a destructive course.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
Bruno
he trims a Cuban cigar and places it in his anti-authoritarian orifice:
Foreshadowing the mysteries of life brings the succulent cauldrons of mystical salaciousness to a boiling ardor. I’ll entice the myriad realms of your enchantress and wring the moisture out of your femininity. I’ve got a cat of nine tails in my hands- I dare you to stroke me, you sassy ***** just so you may know my obeisant oblations orchestrations. No other woman moves me like the feral ***** you employ.
Caspian
Choreographed katas supplement his beast.
He’s adamant and masculine, and plucks the strings of his guitar in anticipation of your ****** harmonies. Pounce firmly on his erotica erectile like the black panther of his lust’s rebellion. Caress the protuberance of his virility- mount his exsertion- hair on hair- wanton on wayward- peal him slowly with your agile ictus- he’s ambrosia and honey- extort the fecundity out of him and give it back like a fertile libation.
Roland
He’s like a Mayan calendar. Excruciatingly exacerbating, imperturbably tenacious. He’ll draw the sport out of you and make you bounce like a cowgirl on a bronco. Only to buck you off and leave you in the dust like a flaccid martyr on the ground he tramples. You’ll reminisce his wily gate where ever you tread, and ****** yourself at the thought of his machismo machinations as you rode his determinism.
Sol
His exotic lightning vaunts in the celestial canopy. The blood of new world wizardry, he seduces from the apex axis of his citadel pinnacle. His warrior heights ooze with the psychic clarity of zoomorphic demagoguery’s rebellion and make the knight groan with exigency. The weight of his words, the upward convection of their accessional draws sweat and *** from your extant. He can sense your arousal from miles away and seduces your mind like a torrential deluge.
Richthofen
He is manumission, no more the faded vision of body incarnates ghosts. He writes of the enrapturing mesmeric-ness of its inebriation to tantalize his wanton decadent blatancy’s flagrant. Impetus intrigue and intuitional verve become sensual currency. He’s the lounging lion, the puissant God, the edifice ******** of pornographic wit. The incongruous incognito with no moniker. Seduced by your poet he would romance the *** out of you and leave you enraptured with your own anonymity at the edge of the new world freeway.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
I knew a man, a woman too, good hard working souls
You’ve heard the stories, read the myths of how they dug their holes
I promised them I’d tell the world and make them see the truth
That once they were - like you and me - only in their youth
They made a stand and brought their cause
Died upright not on all fours
Jack and Jill were murderers
I’m sure you’ve heard them say
Of how they pillaged and broke the law
But it was the law that did betray
In days gone by Jack worked so hard, just trying to appease
But life was tough and nothing helped and so the law did squeeze
Every penny that he earned was given to the courts
Til one day he realised they do nothing but extort
Jill was a loving lass of this they all agreed
A talented young writer girl and so she was envied
She met him in a bar one night and as the music played
They fell hard and fast and so began their own crusade
Jack and Jill were murderers
I’m sure you’ve heard them say
Of how they pillaged and broke the law
But it was the law that did betray
They sentenced him for petty theft and threw him into cells
Whilst locked away inside if him vengeance came to swell
He said to Jill on his release, “Babe it’s you and me,
But know that lest we make a change we never will be free”.
A robbery in Austin, a death in Shelby Bay
Pin it all on Jack and Jill you hear the lawmen say
Yet all they did was fight against a world on self destruct
And to this day I never met a couple less corrupt
Jack and Jill were murderers
I’m sure you’ve heard them say
Of how they pillaged and broke the law
But it was the law that did betray
And in their hearts they knew from when first blood did spill
That this was it, the trail's end, the death of Jack and Jill
Copyright © 2009-2017 KF and CF
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Let me be me.
Trust my judgement even if you don't know what it means
Believe that I am trying
Explaining how I feel is a lot harder than lying.
I am afraid.
I am scared with every word I say
But not because of I'm unsure who I am at the end of the day.
I know who I am. What I'm afraid of is that our relationship will fade.
It's hard for both of us,
All I'm asking for is a little bit of trust
I know you don't want to give it because I've lied.
I know you feel like your daughter has died
But I know that your son is alive.
He's not asking for help, he just wants support
You can't get a her out of him no matter what you try to extort.
I've always been a people pleaser, who said I didn't act that way for you?
I don't like upsetting people, this trait is not new.
I know you think I am too young
But I am sure as the rising sun
I may not know everything, but at least I know this
So draw your arrow and aim your bow
But if you shoot be sure not to miss
Because when it comes to this, I will not just roll over and lie low.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Alone in this world, yet surrounded by friends
All worried about following the latest trends
But not me, I want to be free from odds and ends
The best styles depend on what the media says
They handpick the physically elite to place in a close-up lens
All calculated deceit, if you fall behind you’ll end up in the back seat
Now anyone can be elegant, employing technology to cheat
Revamped appearances are now displayed on our main streets
Transforming young girls views to make them feel incomplete
Natural beauty is harder to come by, morphing us to an effete society
Notoriety is easier to achieve, our adoration alters confidence to anxiety
I now question our propriety; forced variety plagues our high society
They extort and contort the public’s image to be shown on public transport
Deciding who wears it the best will soon become a contact sport
I fear for our culture, even the most allure now sells themselves short
One day this all may change, but for now the homely get a larger sentence in court
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
Quiet between us is louder than words
Silence speaks volumes, I don't need to use my voice
I hear your hurt in what is left unsaid
Emptiness evident, pain because of my choice.
Shame invading both our bodies
Deceit emanating off skin like steam
Guilt rising up in my esophagus
Close your eyes a minute and dream.
You are not alone, just look around
Arms open wide many places for support
If you decide to wake the **** up
Stop living to lie, steal, and extort.
All those unpaid debts you owe
The hopes already paid
You feel down right now I am sure
Held back by past mistakes made.
The photographs we snapped were colorful
To my eyes don't look as bright
Dark restless mental corridors
Pick my battles but don't fight.
To relieve burden of cowardice
Remove weights hanging from my heart
Plucking slowly like plums
Growing back faster than I tear apart.
Want to be superhuman
Heroes seldom make mistakes
Tired of being cast as the villain
You are the one who constantly takes.
It is impossible to work this out
The aftermath is too messed up
Revelation stings, salt in my wounds
There exists no future "us."
Everything I see is different now
Our cherished relation-ship has sailed
You are trying to swim after me
Can't see you've already failed.
Hearts in different hemispheres
Minds pulled to opposite poles
Although you are only a short drive away
There is a sea of silence separating our souls.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
Bruno
he trims a Cuban cigar and places it in his anti-authoritarian orifice:
Foreshadowing the mysteries of life brings the succulent cauldrons of mystical salaciousness to a boiling ardor. I’ll entice the myriad realms of your enchantress and wring the moisture out of your femininity. I’ve got a cat of nine tails in my hands- I dare you to stroke me, you sassy ***** just so you may know my obeisant oblations orchestrations. No other woman moves me like the feral ***** you employ.
Caspian
Choreographed katas supplement his beast.
He’s adamant and masculine, and plucks the strings of his guitar in anticipation of your ****** harmonies. Pounce firmly on his erotica erectile like the black panther of his lust’s rebellion. Caress the protuberance of his virility- mount his exsertion- hair on hair- wanton on wayward- peal him slowly with your agile ictus- he’s ambrosia and honey- extort the fecundity out of him and give it back like a fertile libation.
Roland
He’s like a Mayan calendar. Excruciatingly exacerbating, imperturbably tenacious. He’ll draw the sport out of you and make you bounce like a cowgirl on a bronco. Only to buck you off and leave you in the dust like a flaccid martyr on the ground he tramples. You’ll reminisce his wily gate where ever you tread, and ****** yourself at the thought of his machismo machinations as you rode his determinism.
Sol
His exotic lightning vaunts in the celestial canopy. The blood of new world wizardry, he seduces from the apex axis of his citadel pinnacle. His warrior heights ooze with the psychic clarity of zoomorphic demagoguery’s rebellion and make the knight groan with exigency. The weight of his words, the upward convection of their accessional draws sweat and *** from your extant. He can sense your arousal from miles away and seduces your mind like a torrential deluge.
Richthofen
He is manumission, no more the faded vision of body incarnates ghosts. He writes of the enrapturing mesmeric-ness of its inebriation to tantalize his wanton decadent blatancy’s flagrant. Impetus intrigue and intuitional verve become sensual currency. He’s the lounging lion, the puissant God, the edifice ******** of pornographic wit. The incongruous incognito with no moniker. Seduced by your poet he would romance the *** out of you and leave you enraptured with your own anonymity at the edge of the new world freeway.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
It's like actors
They don't act all their lives
They act when the camera is rolling
Or when they find themselves in the mud
I write love upon the hearts of men
And women thank me for my service
But when the seizure is over
The madness is lost in an exhale
And I transmute into the beast that I am
Only to extort another soul to place in my tragedy
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
Eli had no reason to hang around
while the band shaved their skulls
& went full-tilt Nihilism, singing
about nothing at all. Normally
immune to Strychnine, Jane was
spontaneously bleeding from the
face; seeing his opportunity, Ivan
pulled her onto the stage.
Thereupon the crowd erupted in
furious moshing;
The Band revisited DEAD POWER,
played Brutal Church & songs from
the ***** Tour, encore after encore
while Jane was brought to the Hosp.
Knowing Eli Simple was a known
collaborator with the riotous band,
the Russian Police, informed that Eli
had flown to Montenegro, the police
tried to extort a bribe from the
feckless poet-musicians; It was Ivan
who suggested a Benefit Concert for
the police. Of course, everyone
agreed. Instead of shutting the band
down they were plugged into the City's
power grid & blacked out Eurasia ...
The morning sun returning sleepily
to the gilded old city, no arrests had
been reported the entire night; all brawls
broken out in the spirit of jocular fun,
black eyes & bruises notwithstanding.
Jane was the talk of the town: "Like an
American Horror Movie!" they said.
Chuckie's stick figure had been fitted
into a red bikini & she sat smiling,
tanked up on coffee in the day room.
Eli handed her his glass of whisky &
lita cigarette. The head housekeeper
also greeted the man of the house
with a hearty smile; "Oh, MIster
Simple, I am so happy you brought
home Miss Arzhaiana. My gransparants
are Chukchi." The newlyweds took
turns drinking from the glass.
Chuckie was already thirsty & Eli
inevitably bored. The News was filled
with multiple contradictory reports
of the St. Petersburg Policeman's
Benevolence Society Fundraiser,
which raised no money but the city's
overall morale was greatly improved.
Every citizen had an unflinching
grin on their face, as if overnight
they'd been purged of the vilest
demons of their country's centuries
of violent repression & persecution.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC