"marconi" poems
No we're not learning about inventors.
No we're not learning about scientists.
If we were, that would be great,
But we're not,
Instead we're learning about lying thieves,
And overrated ones at that.
We should be learning about real inventors,
That didn't steal ideas from others,
And were lucky enough not to have ideas stolen from them,
Like George Westinghouse.
We should be learning about real inventors,
And real scientists,
That sadly went unrecognized,
Because their ideas were stolen,
By so called inventors,
That were in reality total jerks,
Like Nikola Tesla,
And Rosalind Franklin.
However, instead of learning about true inventors like them,
We're learning about the likes of Thomas Edison,
Guglielmo Marconi,
James Watson,
And Francis Crick.
Here's a "fun fact" about Thomas Edison,
He promised Nikola Tesla 50 grand,
In exchange for fixing his machines.
However, when Nikola Tesla was finished,
Several months later,
He not only didn't pay Tesla,
He mocked him for asking,
He said that he was joking,
And according to some, he was offered a raise of 10 dollars
According to others, he asked for a raise, and was denied it,
Either way, Tesla quit.
Here's a "fun fact" about Guglielmo Marconi,
He didn't invent the radio,
Nikola Tesla did.
However, Marconi pulled an Edison,
And stole Tesla's invention from him.
Luckily, although sadly too late,
Tesla was rewarded the patent.
Here's a "fun fact" about James Watson and Francis Crick,
They took credit for Franklin's discovery.
Why do we have to sit in social studies,
Listening to Youtube videos,
And reading books,
And doing plays,
That people created for school kids,
About so called inventors.
When instead,
We could be reading books,
Listening to Youtube videos,
And doing plays,
That we created ourselves,
About real inventors.
I want to get a real education.
I want to learn about the truth,
Instead of lies.
So please teachers,
Principals,
Superintendents,
Common Core Professionals,
State Test Professionals,
Please let us learn about the truth,
Please don't make us learn about lies.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
FROM WHITE STAR OLYMPIC
TO MARCONI STATION NEW YORK
BREAKING NEWS STOP
TITANIC FLOUNDERED AT SEA
AWAIT FURTHER MESSAGE STOP
DISTRESS SIGNAL SENT C Q D
CARPATHIA FIRST ON SCENE
STOP LIFEBOATS AND WRECKAGE
TITANIC NOWHERE TO BE SEEN
STOP AWAIT FURTHER MESSAGE
TOO FEW LIFEBOATS STOP
TOO FEW SURVIVORS WE SEE
TOO FEW MEN IN LIFEBOATS STOP
THEY FOLLOWED THE RULE OF THE SEA
STOP END OF MESSAGE
END OF TRANSMISSION
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
sharp daggers cut across my body,
ruthlessly with no relent,
although it leaves no mark.
body heat kicks into overdrive,
ripping me of the numbness that
everybody else suffers.
a cold blooded fish dives into shallow water
while humans around her surf
the icebox is her home and she knows it
it may be where she wants to die
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
I’m going down to ***** yes, that’s where I’m going to go—
I’m going to go see Jesus because I hear he puts on a real good show,
The blonde mothers are out in force,
I see them and their daughters reflected in the mirrored *****
I’m going to rev up my time machine and take you back to school
Where the nuns run amok and Bettie gives me her juice,
I painted the walls with Gods, superheroes and naked women,
Drunk on red wine she’s upside down all the time—
I haven’t seen Angela for years—I wish she’d give me a call,
I hear she went to France where her psychic powers blossomed
And became a stripper at the Folies Bergere,
But I could be thinking of that Italian girl—
I wish I had Frances right now on the couch,
I’ve wanted Frances every day of my life—
But now I’m going down to ***** to throw the ***** litter away—
I don’t know where she puts it but I’ll let her keep that secret to herself,
She can turn my water into wine any time,
In her lipstick and lingerie she’s just the Savior this town needs,
She’s a blonde statue of all tomorrow’s mothers right about now,
Her stockings color match her eyes, she’s the hottest Jew I know
She’s got the right machinery to worship all night long—
I don’t think she’s a nun because she’s cold to the touch
I don’t think she’s a mother because I love her too much,
Give me a reason and I’ll swear off alcohol,
I’ll meet you down in ***** and we’ll have a ball—
You say Baudelaire and I’ll say Marconi,
Play your guitar so loud Asian Rockettes can hear
You all the way in high-tech Heaven
Where they bump and grind the night away—
And every star you want to see takes out their glasses and starts to read
Jackson Pollack was no poet but oh, if he were
We wouldn’t need Frank O’Hara or a telephone to get the job done
I looked in her mouth and then jumped right in—
She was **** on the outside but inside she was a real friend
She went to California just like her mother told her to
With a pocket full of placebos to hand out at the zoo—
The elephants took one look at her and cut off her head
Like Shiva cut off the head of Ganesh—the Mahabharata all came true
And a nickel in ***** gets what a nickel gets
We’re going down to ***** where mother’s on her back all the time—
Where a poet can speak English and doesn’t need to rhyme
I’ve got her head in a sack and I’m never coming back—
***** is my home and mother will never be alone again—
I’m going down to ***** yes, that’s where I’m going to go—
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC