The Global Circus on a Wire
The circus struggles—times are dire,
New clowns have caught the crowd’s desire—
A politician on the screen,
A flood of jesters, bold, obscene.
They’re paid so well! The grand charade—
One show for all—CowID displayed.
A world-wide act, the filth receives
Its cues from masters in the eaves.
The Horned Clown rules—their guiding hand,
Directors, writers—his command.
And every actor in the play
Must spread the filth without delay.
Each script more mindless than before,
A grotesque show—a rotten core.
The crowd won’t see the blatant lies—
A few protest, the rest comply.
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A Question for the "Medical Minds"
We've got a surgeon, doc, and shrink,
For every pain, for every kink.
But where’s the fool-ologist, pray tell?
The world’s infested—can’t you tell?
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The Crooked Path
Dead ends are where the roads will lead,
But twist the path—no need for speed.
Just make the turns a daily norm,
And miss the crash amidst the storm.
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Permanent Fascism
The coffin nails are weak and cracked—
The Beast returns with strength intact.
Revived from slumber, bold and sly,
It calls old Hell the "New" and "High."
And fools will cheer, they’ll take the bait—
No tyrant shouts, "I bring you hate!"
If first he feeds, they’ll trust his charm,
Then lies will lock them in his arms.
Deception leads where slaughter waits,
For bloodshed is the fraud’s real fate.
And "foes" will soon be named again—
Picked from the lands of "neighbor-men."
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A Miraculous Escape
A secret way to hide, you say?
An island passed to you one day?..
Or better yet—let Muse decree,
And follow art to set you free!
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Sketch
A plundered land, a hollow scheme,
Fear and nonsense—like a dream.
Truth means nothing, wealth is king—
Such is life in everything.
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The Ram and the Brake
Once again, the ram’s misled,
Trusting liars, bold and sly.
Had he brakes to halt their thread,
He’d be free, not left to die.
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The Miracle of Nonsense
A wondrous trick—how grand, how neat!
They spew their filth, the crowd drinks sweet.
"A gift from heaven!"—they proclaim,
And point above to hide their shame.
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Heart, Not Will or Mind
Listen close—let Heart be guide,
Not cold Reason, not dull Pride.
Gold and glory pass you by,
Yet your voice will reach the sky.
Strength and power—let them grow,
Shaped in verse, in prose, in art.
Not for “fame,” just let it flow,
Light and free—your truest part.
Thoughts weigh heavy, press too deep,
Crushing dreams that long to leap.
Drown in logic, force your Muse—
All you’ll make is empty ruse.
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The Fierce Sarcasm of the Abyss
Wit is weak, a petty sting—
A gnat that bites a beast, unseen.
Evil thrives—it rules the ring,
So load your rage, let scorn grow keen.
Fierce Sarcasm, forged in fire,
Keeps you breathing through the stench—
Through the rot of their empire,
Through the lies they proudly clench.
Trained since childhood, minds are chained,
Propaganda rules the land.
School—designed to keep you drained,
Work—a shovel in your hand.
Fury stands as separation
From this world of filth and grime.
With each rising generation,
Less of Soul and less of Mind.
Dull and spineless, lost in masses,
Marching blind to crush the few.
War on Thought—the breach collapses,
Soon the pit will break right through.
Fierce Sarcasm shields your spirit,
When they cast the Beast away.
Hell replaced, yet can’t you hear it?
Darker Hells are on their way.
Satan’s "fragrance" creeping lower,
Through the cracks—a wretched tide.
Tyrants rise, the bombs fall slower,
Madness swells, and war’s applied.
Darkness sells its "Super!" slogan,
Rotting minds beneath the spell.
Wit alone is far too broken—
Scorn explodes, and cracks the shell.
For the ones who stand unyielding,
Who refuse decay’s cruel game—
Only Rage will give them shielding,
Only Fire will feed the Flame!
--- Total 10 poems. ---
