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WhyamIaSpoon Jan 2012
My auspicious and audacious assault augments the annoyance of aged accomplices.

My bodacious broadside of boffolas berates and buffaloes bros beneficently.

A classy crusade Clownishly chiseling and criticizing childishness.

A devilish ******* of dillydallying dullards; devoutly denying dimwits the dulcet dream of defiance.

Excessive, exuberant edification, ebulliently eliminating education-evictees.

A fair-weather frolic in flippancy with furious fools floundering in flawed foppishness.

Gregariously grating glum guys gleefully, growing grander garnishes of gripping gallantry gaily.

Heckling hooligans highlights my heavenly humor.

Irreverently irking irritable, iniquitous idiots in inestimably infuriating and incredible instances.

A jolly, jocular **** joking with jerks.

A kreiger kicking kleptomaniacs in the karyotype. (Cut me some slack, this is 'k', after all.)

A ludicrous, laughing lambaste of lollygagging lunatics, loftily loosing luscious lunacy on lucky losers.

A magnificent masterpiece of malfeasance, a monstrous, malevolent mission of massive misfortune for the minor minors missing no malicious missive.

A noxious, narcissistic niggling of nitwits, niftily nixing the noisome naivete of niggardly nobs.

An offhand, off-color outburst of outlandish observations to outclass the obnoxious overtures of obsequious offal.

A pragmatic prediction of possible platitudes or platypi, a placid parley of pyrotechnic pleasantries provoking Pyrrhic protections by prurient prats.

A quixotic quibble quarreling with a queer quarry.

Ribald ribbing, ruining the robust reality of the repreachful, repugnant, and rapacious with risque ridiculousness.

A silly, slighting slander of sluglike slavishness, succinctly sinking sloppy simpletons sourly.

Tracing the titillating talent of towing tyranny to towering terrors to tactless, togless, terrapins of the times.
Avery Stiver Nov 2012
When life gives you lemons you make lemonade....So what happens when life gives you peanuts? Do you make peanut butter. I am writing this because I feel that it is necessary to show the World what I am thinking at the moment. Here is another little thing I just thought up "Sticks and Stones may break my Bones but Life-Alert will Save me. True Enough. So to say the least I think the entire World needs Life-Alert because their are a lot.....LOT of mean people in the World. Well this is where ill end your laughing. Take care and PROSPER. Enjoy life and Drink Lemonade. Brought to you by the ObamaCare Association for Nitwits. LOL I don't know where I am going with this. Well bye guys. :D
I W Jun 2013
Hi. What were you expecting, Ghandi? Ha, he got nothing on this blondee! But seriously, I deliver this deliriously, decidedly in a dream, never has life had such a seam where I can pull apart and see behind the curtain, there i find a start to a life so certain to succeed, backstage pass to proceed, thanks to beautiful words inspired by soulful birds, delivered to my ear by a saintly seer who painted her picture on my heart-like fixture; crafted from wood and bone it was, until from song of love alone it rose to synchronicity, reciprocity, now I must maintain and lead you away from pity and shame. the answer is within, not without sin, but pure of soul and not so full, for to take in more is to cast ashore those anxious fears and noxious peers, come drink with me, come swim free in the sea, let not petty rules take hold of pretty mules so bold, you know not the burden placed upon your hurting shoulders, like boulders they come crashing down to crush your hopes, smashing the slopes for all us skiers, we hopeful believers. I see in you greatness, doleful eyes full of sweetness do tear me up, so here I erupt, exploding in passion, foundations i'm slashin', those doctrines on the wall that they hold so tall, hail me when they fall and it is I who down the hall is walking, pop locking my jaw, won't believe what you just saw when i saw in half your brain with what i'm sayin', relief from what im slayin, here comes the essential freedom, residential fleadom do they impose upon such a rose, so arise, no compromise, you're all gods in the land of skewed odds, sprigged pea pods in this rigged game of bigots and pigged out nitwits, so play with a cheat sheet and repeat and bleat like sheep, but don't sleep, oh no and don't weep, but cry proud tears and pry cold ears from frozen figures; you're so demure but it's time to fight! ignite the fire and thaw their limbs, listen to desire and fill to the brim your hearts with its pungent solvency as i lunge at false policy with ferocious lyrics and hurl atrocious bricks of wisdom at their Christendom. wed with me in destiny, we can be stones of density if only you shed your propensity to follow shades of green cotton for they have gone rotten and do yearn for earthly brown, so burn false worth down to the ground and release a sound to create a crease and fold into itself all the commonwealth. Chide along now, my sisters and brothers, ride upon this plow, try blisters and uncover the truth with your rudimentary excavation, this is elementary education I lay at your feet, so take a seat, for now I begin anew, and know all i said is true, honesty is in you to be more than a shrew drowned in a slough, elevate and delegate your passions; forever MASH'ON.
Sam Temple Oct 2015
trunks filled with junk and the crunk juice flows
flunked out pill popping junkies with no cash go
drunkenly to the shrunken head show
knowing they stunk.
The monks dunked funky mumps victims
on bunk beds and licked them
instead of fixing lunk-headed situations
with linkin-log technologic advances
drinking dogs retrofitted with dance moves
groove on the wooden floor while ****** bore
the Moors with tales of divorce and random *******
on all fours in doorways
during bad plays on the interstate…
demonstrators, unregulated, on roller skates
wait at the gates of the ingrates filled with hate
and throw pie plates with fated accuracy
and the belated bureaucratic picnic
nitwits in knickers knuckle bump
and plump debutants snicker
the wicker croquet mallets
perform ballet in the chalet
and I have to valet the cars –
Please use caution in reading.  If you are easily offended *******, don't even begin to read.*


first there was one that turned to three
indeed their swill does give a thrill
If you can't laugh
Then dear don't read
For these three are a gas
As they sit upon their *****

"banana-****, pindick, ******-mouth and *******"
"Mucktub, shitswill, tittledick and ****-flocker"
"pencil ****, turtle ***, and *******"

All of these one by one
all in jest
all in fun

Some get offended
Righteously indignant
Cries of outrage
Forever judged nitwits

"****, *****, twits, *****, and tricks"
"farts, *****, monkeys, and cream"
"nut-nurse, wet-nurse, and cursed ****"

Words of fun and pun
Things that make one laugh and squeal
Those that spit out this swill
Are surely needing some soap to chill

"*******, trichdick, drippingmonkey"
"clicksucker, buttflucker, hosesucker"
"*******, bladdermouth, cumquat"

Which of these do describe the three
As they spill their load
On each page of our woes

An ode to the three
Keep on your spree
I myself enjoy thee..............
Wish only that I could be as funny

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Please do not repeat without being trained by a professional dirt talker
This can be dangerous and can cause permanent damage to the cerebral cortex.  Any cost from damages is paid strictly by the damaged not the writers.
If symptoms occur please get to the nearest mental institution
Where you will be placed in a straight jacket in a padded room
Until we can determine no permanent damage has been caused by this shitswill
Written by Niyahlove all rights reserved May not be used without the explicit permission of this writer
KA Sep 2016
Mary, Bumby, Mousy, Rest of Gang...

Been thinking. Tough after all the electro-shock. But here goes.

What will Hemingway leave behind?  A few good books?  OK. That ought to be it for the obit. ‘He wrote a few good books.’  

Yes, there was the drinking and the hunting and the ******* and the fishing. And the talking about the drinking and the hunting and the ******* and the fishing. That was all good too. But that was for pal consumption. By invitation only.

Always hated the star part. Shy as a doe under this elephant hide. Only thing hated more than signing name on checks to the tax-man, signing it on dog-eared editions of The Sun Also Rises. But hating fame doesn't keep it away. Swat a fly, ten more appear.  

Do they read even the few good books anymore? Nope. Only people who read The Old Man And The Sea were thirty Swedish nitwits in Stockholm. The Nobel Prize for Nitwiterature.

So what has Hemingway left behind?  Well, this...

Every young punk with a Liberal Arts degree and a chinful of fuzz and his huevos bursting with juice, wants to be...Hemingway.

Two generations of them now. At least the one in the ‘30s had some politics, fought wars, fished fish, ****** ******. Knew how to read and shoot and drink and talk. A few even knew the back end of a bull from the front.

But this second one, these crew-cut corn-fed Eisenhower mommy-boys? Who’ve never seen a comrade shot dead at their side or an elk breaking cover at first light?  With their butts like the fenders of a ‘55 Chevy, unread paperbacks in the back-pockets of their chinos, babbling bits of Spanish to each other but never to Spaniards, the only hard muscle in their soft bodies that faithful drinking arm...  

They think all that is...being Hemingway.

In Havana, the Floridita was full of 'em. Couldn't go in there anymore. Key West the same. '59 encierro in Pamplona, punk comes up in the Txoko Bar, me talking quiet with Antonio after a good fight...  Wants me to drink from his **** bota.  Threw it in the street. Him after it. Can't go back there either. Won't be able to go anywhere soon.  World full of wanna-be Hemingways.

That’s all Hemingway’s really left behind. A bushy salt-and-pepper beard and an ever-faithful drinking arm.  

Time to check out, gang. A quick clean ****.

The sun also sets.

But here's the beauty part. Forty, fifty years from now, when all the wanna-be Hemingways are old and fat and their chin-fuzz is fried to bristle and their huevos are dried up like figs in a dusty street... But they still want to do it all like Hemingway...

They'll have to eat a shotgun too.

Adios.

-Hemingway
Cedric McClester Oct 2015
By: Cedric McClester

We have a crisis
When the savages of ISIS
Blow up antiquities
And summarily lay siege
To Syria’s ancient ruins
Which is totally incongruent
With the Prophet’s example
Which is recorded and ample

It’s a travesty and a shame
What they do in Islam’s name
Because it’s not reflective of
The religion of peace and love
And the hatred that they fuel
Havin’ broken every rule
So it’s open to debate
If their end game is the caliphate

Al Baghdadi proselytizes
While his true mission he disguises
On the ground are lots of boots
That’s comprised of old and new recruits
As Syria and Iraq get hotter
They’re like lambs being led to slaughter
And many more nitwits he’ll find
Who tune into him on line

Soon they will discover
It’s not one thing it’s the other
And the women can’t escape
From the drudgery and ****
And the men overworked and underpaid
For the devil’s bargain that they made
See they’re all going straight to hell
In a handbasket can’t you tell














Cedric McClester, Copyright ©  2014.  All rights reserved.
Strychnine slows a quick heart till it is still, in a boreal forest where  
my bikini from Brazil hides my hoo-hoo like a ******* hides a pill
or my Brazilian bikini warms ****** like wet ******* feeds a thrill
because my bikini chomps more Afric **** **** than Bobby Seale
Suffer unto me, hitter, misser, hit her, miss her, straighten your aim
'cause Miss Korea 2006's great & reasonably priced & as my queen
she'd never give up the ghost of Marx before a ****** D.M.Z. fight
Norman Crane Aug 2021
Wit
to wit, to know it
with wit a whit of witness
to twitter nitwits
Just scroll through the latest "poems." These people advocate
"gay rights," abortion/infanticide, genital mutilation, etc.
Marilyn Monroe was like a door **** because everyone got a turn:
spooks, gay wops, greasers & tunnel bums who were keen to learn,
even day laborers, migrant fruit pickers & coal miners eager to earn
as Marilyn's 'scribed tranquilizer regimen was of no mortal concern
'cause it was Norma Jean's lithium intake that no one could discern
anymore than the Unabomber's gripes seen by Alexander Cockburn  
or the clinically-constipated pretentiousness of nut-job Bruce Dern
who holds far less star appeal than a gator-****-covered swamp fern
or a petit jury of unscrubbed, chitlin'-lovin' nitwits about to adjourn
into the night life of ******, their ponces and mamas horridly stern
who were evicted by the Empire Hotel Group of the Hotel Lucerne
whereat a politico can parlay sick-leave *** with a volunteer intern,
in a meeting room spread eagle on **** carpet near a V.F.W. lectern
for a thrilling roll of tattooed *** wiggle, tanned hip swish & churn
Thiomersal makes serums kick ***, so we'll long for what we yearn
to eat doves, hawks, wrens, rooks, robins & the greater crested tern
☒ Give to me the possession of my hormones back for full absorption*
☒ as I'm keen on resuming the bony splinter means of bone resorption
☒ while admixed by neo-commixed protocols of bio-ecleptic sorption
☒ Let's stomp sun-burnt faces 'cause J. Edgar Hoover was the riddled
☒ manufacturer of Malcolm X from a ***** mulatto known by Little
☒ who scrounged while Jersey burned its cheap, girly skirts for a tittle
☒ Marilyn Monroe was like a door **** because everyone got a turn:
☒ spooks, gay wops, greasers & tunnel bums who were keen to learn,
☒ even day laborers, migrant fruit pickers & coal miners eager to earn
☒ as Marilyn's 'scribed tranquilizer regimen was of no mortal concern
☒ 'cause it was Norma Jean's lithium intake that no one could discern
☒ anymore than the Unabomber's gripes seen by Alexander Cockburn
☒ or the clinically-constipated pretentiousness of nut-job Bruce Dern
☒ who holds far less star appeal than a gator-****-covered swamp fern
☒ or a petit jury of unscrubbed, chitlin'-lovin' nitwits about to adjourn
☒ into the night life of ******, their ponces and mamas horridly stern
☒ who were evicted by the Empire Hotel Group of the Hotel Lucerne
☒ whereat a politico can parlay sick-leave *** with a volunteer intern,
☒ in a meeting room spread eagle on **** carpet near a V.F.W. lectern
☒ for a thrilling roll of tattooed *** wiggle, tanned hip swish & churn
☒ Thiomersal makes serums kick ***, so we'll long for what we yearn
☒ to eat doves, hawks, wrens, rooks, robins & the greater crested tern
☒ Merck adds the blood of rabbits to their notorious M.M.R. vaccine
☒ to proliferate superior mutant strains that filtrate foggy brains clean
☒ Patients are murdered in hospitals for their kidneys, lungs & organs
☒ Do not cry over spilt milk nor over the disarmed Aussies poor guns
☒ 'cause switched ships Titanic & Olympic were banker J.P. Morgan's
☒ The P.M. didn't expose insurance fraud for fear of losing war funds
☒ The power to tax involves the power to destroy is heavy and taxing
☒ as it wanes menstrually when it is not in the seventh house waxing,
☒ or naked in a river with water moccasins, gators & pirañas relaxing
☒ as redacted facsimiles of pentagonal papers have militarians faxing
☒ about whether Check 'n Go offers the best 3rd-party-check-cashing
☒ while our children are dulled by prescription tranquilizer dopamine
☒ they are concurrently spazzed by that genic stimulant amphetamine
☒ which was pharmaceutically pedalled by allopathists as benzedrine
☒ that's able to hyper-stimulate a brain faster than a ten-pound praline
☒ while sickening patients via rashes of neuro-transmitting histamine
☒ A superior knowledge must be properly applied to equate to power
☒ from a Jehovah's Witness Kingdom Hall or Pentecostal ivory tower
☒ below which poor people must be transfixed into a cowardly cower
☒ whilst stupefied by the oily patter of tele-prompted twit Matt Lauer
☒ who graduated from imbecile of the minute to retardate of the hour
☒ He got this way by substituting saw dust for desiccated wheat flour
☒ while denigrating Ike's warning against the militarists we empower
☒ I suspected that the stinking ****** I grew up with wasn't a brother
☒ till the program for adoptees: Look Dumb-***, I Ain't Your Mother!
☒ School-gun-free-zone laws force armed criminals to finally disarm
☒ in gun-free zones to protect our children from armed-criminal harm
☒ as no one need fear for in each school there's a regulation fire alarm
☒ plus in every home-room there's a martial-arts-trained school marm
☒ and if her tae kwon do fails she'll lure from him his gun with charm
☒ as she's a **** gal even though she was raised on a Wisconsin farm
☒ O Lord God have mercy to steer a misplaced/misdirected gratitude
☒ to a septicemic pit that'll sanitarily coax hyper-stimulated negritude
☒ what'll ablate pained receptors spun into a dextro-rotational attitude
☒ coursing towards 1 dizzy patter replenishing whomsoever'll delude
☒ the framed, gullible men & clothes-racked naturalists who sun ****
☒ 100% cocksure to stymie church with a girlified/glorified interlude
☒ before the bank of God files this in suit, the way it wants to be sued
☒ or epoxied, affixed, pasted, joined, stuck, adhered, taped and glued
☒ onto pages of doggerel verse that's shockingly & mockingly shrewd
☒ while an edibly-ripe tomato's rendered unpalatable as it was stewed
☒ for a *******-tight ***** forcefully torqued cracks tightly *******
☒ falling from the stitched mouths of dowagers bitten off half chewed
☒ From Hibernia to Albion, Scotsmen hang martyrs from an oak rood
☒ as pleated t'ings Scottish are sorely transfixed & rough-hewn crude  
☒ where Wales' women decry a Holyheaded Welshman miner's mood
☒ that's digested like lamb lobscouse stew which's St. Helens #1 food
☒ pushing Brixton's Jamaican monkeys into a quasi-Rastafarian feud
☒ Out of the blue you rained on me saturating this prosthetic left knee
☒ I should've shot you in the neck before you pushed me out of a tree
☒ I can't cover my bald head unless somebody sells me a wig for free
☒ From a boat it's good to hurl & ***** 'cause it's fish food in the sea
☒ as rancid crap dumped overboard makes for delicious salt-water tea
☒ the type preferred by the vampiress Liz: Romanian quean of misery
☒ & ma to the wing-eared-imbecilic Chucky mate to mammy Cammy
☒ in full glory, in casual shift that is provocatively low-cut and flimsy
☒ Albanian maniac = Albaniac from under & off a Penn Central track
☒ Romanian  maniac = Romaniac no matter the ooze of angled crack
☒ that will trump disease by scarfing red-peppered cole slaw cabbage
☒ so as to avert pelvic-girdle bruising plus sudden high-thigh damage
☒ Conventions banning torture are seen by State eugenicists as quaint
☒ because botulism makes not a crone seem no younger than she ain't
☒ In circles dark chronic emphysema is a darkly chronicled complaint
☒ soon as you thunk no violation too vile could make Liz queen faint
☒ on the decks of slaughter-ships finished in super polymerized paint
☒ **** no stick to monarchical petticoats while the shell rots of a saint
☒ where no sodium fluoridated water can pineal gland ******* & taint
☒ as no lardy laird shall see redress from Marxian Scotland's restraint
☒ Dominican man-eaters wolf almond brother & nephew sandwiches
☒ over the shrill hue & cry of black, barren, hog-shaped Indio *******
☒ whose godless zombie voodoo chants prohibit hiking furry britches
☒ even though hairy pants are the #1 thing that negresses know itches
☒ all students at Lee Harvey Oswald's C.I.A. college of patsy snitches
*☒ where marksmen and sharp-shooters exhibit shaking-palsy twitches
While debating Stephen Douglas in 1858, Lincoln doubted that states had the power to declare negroes voting citizens, and “if the state of Illinois had that power, I should be opposed to the exercise of it.” He added: "I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of bringing about in any way the social and political equality of the white and black races, [applause] — that I am not nor ever have been in favor of making voters or jurors of negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will for ever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality. And inasmuch as they cannot so live, while they do remain together there must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race."
Just scroll through the latest "poems." These people advocate
"gay rights," abortion/infanticide, genital mutilation, etc.
Cedric McClester Jul 2020
Words by: Cedric McClester

“We can’t let science,
Get in the way of
Opening schools,”
Said the Kayleigh McEnany
To nitwits and fools
As she puffs nervously
On a pack of Kools
While openingly breaking all the rules

See she can afford to
Talk that wild
Cuz she doesn’t have
Chick nor child
And we know full well
Covid’s not out of style
Though she might live in
The Isle of Denial

She’s a good servant
Serving her master well
As far as he’s concerned
We can all go to hell
But she’s hypnotized
And is under his spell
So she responds
When he rings her bell

Our children shouldn’t be
Pawns in his game
When we know full well
Everything’s not the same
He knows it too
But what he hopes to gain
Is to be reelected
Despite all the pain







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.
I ain't never **** nobody over who ain't have it coming.

These ******* wrong me and they best start running.

Games ain't never been my forte but you still losing today.

Drag you by your ******* weave and stomp until you're dazed.

Confusion infests itself in your membrane
as the stupidity of your heart corrupts the brain.

I'm tired as **** of these ***** *** nitwits
who think they can outdo me without getting tased.

I'm built tough and I'll **** everybody up.

My words cut like a knife, harder than a rock.

Feel my flows as they rip through you
like the vibrations of your skull hitting the pavement
as a child. I'm out for blood and I'm wanting more.

Lock your windows.
Seal in your doors.
Shoutout to Compton's Most Wanted
Free Palestine
**** Trump
Homophobes can choke
Transphobes can burn
Racists can keel over
And sexists can eat a ******* ****
Yenson Jan 2021
and the crudes from Babylonians
armed with frying pans and potatoes peelers
in stupefied conglomerate
are in stoops to conquer rule and control
maddened in solidarity of nitwits
mouth in foot clasping their manuals of warfare
lies, bullying, harassments and intimidation
the coarse grained brains
march yonder in putrid malaise

from the craven cults of witless adorations
harnessed puppets with high jacked minds
play at at invading and hijacking a mind
vainly unaware of the odious irony
the strings they pull are attached to them
to look is not to register
to see is not to offer cognitive relevance
automotive infusions is for vacuous beings
fish and chips do not grow in a chippy farm

Ace of Spades always threatens the losing hands
while in genteel circles its a handshake
lets try again rings true sportsmanship
while spivs, guttersnipes, charlatans and barrow boys
upend tables in rowdy melee and dubious chicaneries
the ignorant offspring's of crude ignorant fathers
base legless creatures on silts stumbling in circuses
pockets dippers masters of distractions pulling wools
my contempt to your shame hanging vividly on white banners
give my disregard to the vaudevilles of the lost minds
do not count me as friend or foe........
a coarse-grained sedimentary rock composed of rounded fragments embedded in a matrix of cementing material such as silica.
There's no more glory in succumbing to tumorous growth than there is in dying from pernicious anemia. Cancer is and will always be symptomatic of  a pronounced vitamin B17 deficiency. Cancer isn't and will never be symptomatic of anxiety, heredity, exposure to electromagnetic interference, tobacco or ***** motor lubricants. Cancer, like all vitamin-deficiencies, is not personalized. Komen's nitwits engage in divide & conquer. Don't fall for it. There's cancer in the breast, not breast cancer! The location of malignant growth is secondary to stopping the natural malignant-cell-growth process. A Komen T-shirt has as much relevance to cancer as a wing nut.
☒ Give to me the possession of my hormones back for full absorption
☒ as I'm keen on resuming the bony splinter means of bone resorption
☒ while admixed by neo-commixed protocols of bio-ecleptic sorption
☒ Let's stomp sun-burnt faces 'cause J. Edgar Hoover was the riddled
☒ manufacturer of Malcolm X from a ***** mulatto known by Little
☒ who scrounged while Jersey burned its cheap, girly skirts for a tittle
☒ Marilyn Monroe was like a door **** because everyone got a turn:
☒ spooks, gay wops, greasers & tunnel bums who were keen to learn,
☒ even day laborers, migrant fruit pickers & coal miners eager to earn
☒ as Marilyn's 'scribed tranquilizer regimen was of no mortal concern
☒ 'cause it was Norma Jean's lithium intake that no one could discern
☒ anymore than the Unabomber's gripes seen by Alexander Cockburn
☒ or the clinically-constipated pretentiousness of nut-job Bruce Dern
☒ who holds far less star appeal than a gator-****-covered swamp fern
☒ or a petit jury of unscrubbed, chitlin'-lovin' nitwits about to adjourn
☒ into the night life of ******, their ponces and mamas horridly stern
☒ who were evicted by the Empire Hotel Group of the Hotel Lucerne
☒ whereat a politico can parlay sick-leave *** with a volunteer intern,
☒ in a meeting room spread eagle on **** carpet near a V.F.W. lectern
☒ for a thrilling roll of tattooed *** wiggle, tanned hip swish & churn
☒ Thiomersal makes serums kick ***, so we'll long for what we yearn
☒ to eat doves, hawks, wrens, rooks, robins & the greater crested tern
☒ Merck adds the blood of rabbits to their notorious M.M.R. vaccine
☒ to proliferate superior mutant strains that filtrate foggy brains clean
☒ Patients are murdered in hospitals for their kidneys, lungs & organs
☒ Do not cry over spilt milk nor over the disarmed Aussies poor guns
☒ 'cause switched ships Titanic & Olympic were banker J.P. Morgan's
☒ The P.M. didn't expose insurance fraud for fear of losing war funds
☒ The power to tax involves the power to destroy is heavy and taxing
☒ as it wanes menstrually when it is not in the seventh house waxing,
☒ or naked in a river with water moccasins, gators & pirañas relaxing
☒ as redacted facsimiles of pentagonal papers have militarians faxing
☒ about whether Check 'n Go offers the best 3rd-party-check-cashing
☒ while our children are dulled by prescription tranquilizer dopamine
☒ they are concurrently spazzed by that genic stimulant amphetamine
☒ which was pharmaceutically pedalled by allopathists as benzedrine
☒ that's able to hyper-stimulate a brain faster than a ten-pound praline
☒ while sickening patients via rashes of neuro-transmitting histamine
☒ A superior knowledge must be properly applied to equate to power
☒ from a Jehovah's Witness Kingdom Hall or Pentecostal ivory tower
☒ below which poor people must be transfixed into a cowardly cower
☒ whilst stupefied by the oily patter of tele-prompted twit Matt Lauer
☒ who graduated from imbecile of the minute to retardate of the hour
☒ He got this way by substituting saw dust for desiccated wheat flour
☒ while denigrating Ike's warning against the militarists we empower
☒ I suspected that the stinking ****** I grew up with wasn't a brother
☒ till the program for adoptees: Look Dumb-***, I Ain't Your Mother!
☒ School-gun-free-zone laws force armed criminals to finally disarm
☒ in gun-free zones to protect our children from armed-criminal harm
☒ as no one need fear for in each school there's a regulation fire alarm
☒ plus in every home-room there's a martial-arts-trained school marm
☒ and if her tae kwon do fails she'll lure from him his gun with charm
☒ as she's a **** gal even though she was raised on a Wisconsin farm
☒ O Lord God have mercy to steer a misplaced/misdirected gratitude
☒ to a septicemic pit that'll sanitarily coax hyper-stimulated negritude
☒ what'll ablate pained receptors spun into a dextro-rotational attitude
☒ coursing towards 1 dizzy patter replenishing whomsoever'll delude
☒ the framed, gullible men & clothes-racked naturalists who sun ****
☒ 100% cocksure to stymie church with a girlified/glorified interlude
☒ before the bank of God files this in suit, the way it wants to be sued
☒ or epoxied, affixed, pasted, joined, stuck, adhered, taped and glued
☒ onto pages of doggerel verse that's shockingly & mockingly shrewd
☒ while an edibly-ripe tomato's rendered unpalatable as it was stewed
☒ for a *******-tight ***** forcefully torqued cracks tightly *******
☒ falling from the stitched mouths of dowagers bitten off half chewed
☒ From Hibernia to Albion, Scotsmen hang martyrs from an oak rood
☒ as pleated t'ings Scottish are sorely transfixed & rough-hewn crude
☒ where Wales' women decry a Holyheaded Welshman miner's mood
☒ that's digested like lamb lobscouse stew which's St. Helens #1 food
☒ pushing Brixton's Jamaican monkeys into a quasi-Rastafarian feud
☒ Out of the blue you rained on me saturating this prosthetic left knee
☒ I should've shot you in the neck before you pushed me out of a tree
☒ I can't cover my bald head unless somebody sells me a wig for free
☒ From a boat it's good to hurl & ***** 'cause it's fish food in the sea
☒ as rancid crap dumped overboard makes for delicious salt-water tea
☒ the type preferred by the vampiress Liz: Romanian quean of misery
☒ & ma to the wing-eared-imbecilic Chucky mate to mammy Cammy
☒ in full glory, in casual shift that is provocatively low-cut and flimsy
☒ Albanian maniac = Albaniac from under & off a Penn Central track
☒ Romanian maniac = Romaniac no matter the ooze of angled crack
☒ that will trump disease by scarfing red-peppered cole slaw cabbage
☒ so as to avert pelvic-girdle bruising plus sudden high-thigh damage
☒ Conventions banning torture are seen by State eugenicists as quaint
☒ because botulism makes not a crone seem no younger than she ain't
☒ In circles dark chronic emphysema is a darkly chronicled complaint
☒ soon as you thunk no violation too vile could make Liz queen faint
☒ on the decks of slaughter-ships finished in super polymerized paint
☒ **** no stick to monarchical petticoats while the shell rots of a saint
☒ where no sodium fluoridated water can pineal gland ******* & taint
☒ as no lardy laird shall see redress from Marxian Scotland's restraint
☒ Dominican man-eaters wolf almond brother & nephew sandwiches
☒ over the shrill hue & cry of black, barren, hog-shaped Indio *******
☒ whose godless zombie voodoo chants prohibit hiking furry britches
☒ even though hairy pants are the #1 thing that negresses know itches
☒ all students at Lee Harvey Oswald's C.I.A. college of patsy snitches
☒ where marksmen and sharp-shooters exhibit shaking-palsy twitches
Yenson Mar 2022
by simpletons in simple terms and simple ways
ah! so it is about triggering
and there's me seeing morons being morons
and what a no brainer
it is to fog the mindless and cloud the gormless
and herd assorted sheep
frolic and prance in penned circus of the ridiculous
as the ring masters crack whips
and show us different demonstrations of blind obedience
but nitwits are no sons of guns
the circus firing cannon is just a fake illusion and an act
but who is to tell the chumps
they believe in triggers and know all about pulling triggers
haha haha haha haha
There's no more glory in succumbing to tumorous growth than there is in dying from pernicious anemia. Cancer is and will always be symptomatic of a pronounced vitamin B17 deficiency. Cancer isn't and will never be symptomatic of anxiety, heredity, exposure to electromagnetic interference, tobacco or ***** motor lubricants. Cancer, like all vitamin-deficiencies, is not personalized. Komen's nitwits engage in divide & conquer. Don't fall for it. There's cancer in the breast, not breast cancer! The location of malignant growth is secondary to stopping the natural malignant-cell-growth process. A Komen T-shirt has as much relevance to cancer as a wing nut.
Bob B Apr 2020
This is the tale of a woman--
One who thought she knew best.
Social media allowed her
To get a few things off her chest.

COVID-19, she claimed,
Was merely a media hoax
Created by “radical people”
To hoodwink all of us folks.

She called it "socialistic.”
Moreover, she said it had
The trappings of an effort
To make her dear leader look bad.

We DON'T need hand sanitizer
Or rolls of TP by the tons.
What we need, she insisted,
Are "faith” and "fight” and "guns."

At the time she expressed her feelings,
What was unforeseen,
Was that a couple weeks later,
She'd die from COVID-19.

Had she but listened to experts
Instead of to nitwits and fools,
Maybe she'd be here today.
She should have been following rules.

Not to disparage her faith,
But somehow it didn't prevent
The woman from catching the virus
To such a deadly extent.

Would SHE have abandoned her faith
And her weapons? Probably neither.
But one thing we know for certain:
Her guns didn't help her, either.

The lesson we learn from her story
Is one that is NOT hard to miss:
Fools are not to be trusted,
For ignorance isn't bliss.

-by Bob B (4-7-20)
There's no more glory in succumbing to tumorous growth than there is in dying from pernicious anemia. Cancer is and will always be symptomatic of a pronounced vitamin B17 deficiency. Cancer isn't and will never be symptomatic of anxiety, heredity, exposure to electromagnetic interference, tobacco or ***** motor lubricants. Cancer, like all vitamin-deficiencies, is not personalized. Komen's nitwits engage in divide & conquer. Don't fall for it. There's cancer in the breast, not breast cancer! The location of malignant growth is secondary to stopping the natural malignant-cell-growth process. A Komen T-shirt has as much relevance to cancer as a wing nut.
Lola Sparks Jan 2023
I have led my ship to shore on a distant island
I'm lost in-land made up of darkness and lustful seas
with my sense of self diminished to dust
my ship is all that holds me
in the womb of the ocean
**** me into deep oblivion
blackout drunken disorder leads to sailor-on-sailor violence
a shot in the darkness, a bottomless barrel of shame
soot on the bottom of your shoe from the ashes
of the burning zoo
abord the ship of failures and nitwits
we are truly abandoned by god.
A metaphor for the state of the world.
Yenson Apr 2021
the older nitwits are the best
for they come with accreditations
and fully lived in experiences of living with missing cerebrum
due to constant in-activities and perhaps a design fault
thus some reckon primed drama is reality represented
some think every one drinks from the fountain of idiocy
some believe staged performances are real
and like them we cannot differentiate soap opera
from every day social interactions
they are avid purchasers of all that is presented
and in their dotages they have lost the ability to see beyond the pale
please do not mention emotional intelligence
not being able to recognize a put up show
to solicit or engineer certain responses
or to belittle and act as ordered
There's no more glory in succumbing to tumorous growth than there is in dying from pernicious anemia. Cancer is and will always be symptomatic of a pronounced vitamin B17 deficiency. Cancer isn't and will never be symptomatic of anxiety, heredity, exposure to electromagnetic interference, tobacco or ***** motor lubricants. Cancer, like all vitamin-deficiencies, is not personalized. Komen's nitwits engage in divide & conquer. Don't fall for it. There's cancer in the breast, not breast cancer! The location of malignant growth is secondary to stopping the natural malignant-cell-growth process. A Komen T-shirt has as much relevance to cancer as a wing nut.

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