"fumigate" poems
(a satirical pop at the Illuminati)
It's time to slay fatted consumer cows
It's time to fumigate the Great Unwashed;
To sow mutation's seeds behind the ploughs
To see the dullard's dreams forever quashed.
How movingly they pray not to be harmed!
How doggedly they work to make a wage!
How prettily they line up to be farmed,
Yet, how they long to be at centre stage!
The Useless Eaters eat their pizzas deep,
Their double fries and creamy mayonnaise;
Produce only some methane while asleep,
And fodder for landfill, throughout their days.
It's time for the superiors to win;
Unleash the virus, let the cull begin.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
How long must you stay a Snail in your House
And thinking this Starter bellows out Air
Chance yourself a Door and try to get out
Then see such Fields breed Good Germs everywhere
This only true if Bland Pasta constricts
Yet flipping a Mirror for Crystal View
Mind the Artist. He's just facially fit
But chip the bones a Soft Marrow does spew
Never by Saint's Good Deed I took to Theft
To force your own Arrows and fumigate
A Candid Word which I thought was a Pest
And strained such Friendship to confusticate.
Let's start again. And adjust the Vinyl
Put the Record on-hold; And I Mingle.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Smoldering
Field of filth
Gurgling, gasping
life giving
Life Stealing
Enabling the choice to exist
To fumigate
But please
Look past me
she taught me all I know
Grotesque
An impassioned frown
Stitched with threads of action
I wear the robe of
Blistered goat skin
he wears the crown
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
I failed the failure's exam
With honors.
Give me a scoop of harakiri.
Ectoplasmic gastric acid ****
I'm a cauldron soul.
I jump the sword often,
With a pen mighty foolish.
Guns Almighty Love ****
Gaping, blistered, gangrened LOVE.
Black dog eat dog.
Black cat luck.
Barely-there black jaguar spots.
White paled pink hope dies (dyes).
Funnel your ethics,
Fumigate your reason.
Lazy leopard
Scratch my face off.
Eat it.
Enjoy it.
Hate it.
Dispose.
Withdraw.
Calculate.
Repeat.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Waking in the stagnant syrup, viscous in its compound, molasses for the profound
Met Anne soiling the jar as Mouschi and Boche wage war
Diary held in the family name, passages removed for the sanctity, of a lonesome father’s sanity.
Voided bowels kept in masonry, cemented, to the back, weeping out portals of light held through a crack.
Seems prosperity can be found in imposed seclusion, though not maintained until conclusion.
Turned over for turnip change, imposing on the Frank family a need to estrange
Left off to Poland to fumigate the air, stripped of the yellow star one’s required to wear.
Thrown into death in motion, avoid eye contact, and most kinds of commotion.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
The voided track clicked into a closed lane.
Hennessy held as operators quiver in alcoholic splendor.
Rolling thunder, click clacking for no gain.
Stationary tumble, fragments of ice kicked up from the blender.
Mrs. Garrett went to town on all the *****
Traded for at cost.
Pulverized **** gifted for a glimpse of ****
Snorted out with assembling frost.
Cannibals hidden amid the train car
Stored in S.S uniforms, to be smelted in coming years
Vocalizing incendiary bigotry meant to sour
Relieved transgressions…being deemed a response to fears.
Cruel, burnt ash floating from the cinders
Red-lit skyline resonant before sleep
Slave life held in mines, and retrieving timber
Sole remaining heirloom, the cloth from their feet.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
Students of Machiavelli perjure the body politic , meanwhile the Calvary arrives on scene , Constables attack in every direction , the Sheep fall back , redirect ! Mushroom Barristers appear , stand tall , feed amongst dung and debris ... Prophet picking fungi weeping meeting and taking pictures for magazines and Good Morning America , fumigate the cracks and crevices between each building , fingerprint , humiliate , declare open season , flip the truth to make it palatable , taser shoot to **** then kangaroo court back at headquarters .. Shot in the back , point blank , taser from behind , with hands up or down in plain view , in pockets , in public or in secret and live at five ! Who's shooting who on the six o'clock news and who's putting the screws on the law and the truth , a crying mother , an angry brother it's Beirut 2.0 up in this ************ ! ..........
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
I’ve never known what home felt like. I never knew a home could be more than a place to spend the empty hours of my day, then I met you and all of that changed. Home has never been a place, it’s been you all along. Even when I didn’t know you, even when you were living a life you never knew I would be part of, even when we were both struggling to move on. Home has always been you. Home is your sea glass eyes and freckles on your cheeks and the feeling of your heartbeat beneath my palm. I can no longer go home, I’ve been partially evicted. You say you need to fumigate yourself before I can move back in, that I’ll only be homeless for as long as it takes you to **** all the bad things inside of you. At first I was okay with it, surely it would be easy to find somewhere else to rest my heart while you got yourself sorted, but it’s been three weeks since I moved out and I’m beginning to fear that I’ll never again come home.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
Those Pesky Elves
Pull my covers down each night
And cuddle and huddle near my heart
They are warm and cozy
But I'm frigging freezing
And that's not right
Today I ate a bowl of beans
And drank a six pack too
The Elves settled down
Just like they usually do
When out of the bedroom
Sounded a tremendous boom
A glorious ****
A work of Art
The Elves scattered here
The Elves scattered there
The Elves scattered everywhere
Holding their noses and feeling weak
All seeking a place to retreat
I laughed and laughed
So full of glee
As I watched the Elves flee
Now it was time to fumigate the air
My trusty can of "Frebeze" was near.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
it habitates within my abode,
continuously infesting my home.
it's a pest I can't get rid of,
pervasively in the dark
it's not a cockroach nor a rat
it's neither of that.
I want them gone , I need some airborne aerosol .
i need a reprieve , time enough to heal.
I don't know how to slay these fiends
please help me , find a means
to end this infesting disease.
so it seems , I won't find a reprieve
these pest humble within my own weaves
it's a part of me , like a gnot I can not see .
I'm at the end of me , and I've decided there's no fumigate that can end this spree I'm done cursing my flees , my roaches , and their army of disease , I'll die with with these murderous bees , because I am their Queen .
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, why did you bite upon me. Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, where did you come from? Did you sneak in upon my tree, perhaps you hid on me? Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, please stop biting upon me. Oh you are a painful bug, perhaps you hid in my designer rug? Oh Christmas flea Oh Christmas flea, please don't bite upon me. Now because of you I think that I have the flu, I hope that you get it to. Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, I think I will have to fumigate thee.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
fumigate me
remove me
release me
because
it is warranted
follow the rules
tear into my bloated carcass
see what real hunger feels like
see
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
you can...
castigate, intimidate, illuminate, go on a date, truncate, ********** eliminate, obfuscate, relate, stimulate, instigate, flagilate, tailgate, meditate, ruminate, emulate, forestate, accumulate, fumigate, immasculate, escalate, puncuate... come home late
or just
sit still, take a pill, look out the window sill, speak in a shrill,
fall tired and ill, pay another pesky bill, fret about another ****
say again you've had your fill,
or get out your pen now and write your will!
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
I found myself in a place,in a place where my voice has being raped,where my crying eyes has being stolen, where am being cheat because of my fate, where am not chanced because of the race, where my hungry mood has being accelerate.
Where my state can never be wherever I stay,where the way I was tortured has made me being an apostate,where my best food is now turn to cassava flakes,where my degree certificate is now use to fumigate.
Where three women with differences are being amalgamated,where my human right has being assassinated,where the power of my vote has being castrated.
Where the unsupported girls are being impregnated,where the ungodly acts has being elevated, where I vote to suffer for another four years,where I don't have choice because of the political fears.
Yeah this is the place I found myself!!
a place call Nigeria
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
Got to pay to assimilate,
such is norm to systemically fumigate.
What is this watergate? Cause it’s a scandal, that most can’t handle. But might as well bend over and take the paddle.
Man, it’s a struggle to be deemed a muggle.
For these harry potters have cast a shadow that transforms us into cattle.
Yeah, but I’m the problem, I’m an *******
I’m the backwards rezneck uncle, **** how hypocritical...
Yet typical!
Change is impossible,
words are rhetorical,
for people’s essence is made up of tainted molecules.
Greedy follicles putting each other in hospitals.
How despicable! And for what? Dimes and nickels!
It’s just negative effects that tricked down!
Thats the truth about the trickle down effect,
where wealth doesn’t actually pour down.
It just stays at the top,
but the top don’t care, even when those in poverty continue to drop.
We are just assets whose blood and tears are used to feed the cream of the crop.
But even if you become aware of this truth, the fact of the matter is you won’t stop!
Man isn’t this priceless being in a state of crisis?
Thou foul mindless hath now also turned eyeless.
Thine pompous righteousness has cast us into silence even though more evidence comes into brightness.
Poor wretched highness, whose woes become timeless.
Whose actions hath left coloured folk flightless.
That hath left kids in foster homes parentless.
What a scoop that was, wasn’t it?
So tell me was it all worth it?
For this isn’t a time to continue being spineless!
This isn’t time to suppress your ill vices that hath given us paralysis.
I don’t need a analysis to prove that our system profits the best for whiteness.
So why continue to fight this?
So why continue to mock us and rebuke us?
For no matter how much you apologize to us it is meaningless.
For I want to see actions instead of bribe money in attempt to keep us silent!
But I won’t be keep quiet not in the very slightest.
So do your best, for what more can you do to us.
When your viruses didn’t exterminate us, genocide didn’t work on us, residential schools didn’t work on us, the sixties scoop didn’t work on us, and your jails can’t hold us?
And Even your God can’t **** us!
In fact it seems like your God has chosen us!
And you’re just a shell less indecisive vermin like Pontius Pilate! But we shall rise up on the third day and take the keys away from thou foul arrogant degenerate!
And you will no longer have power over us!
In this I pray in Jesus name amen!
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC