"spoof" poems
-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of ****** or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
'thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think
any
more'
8.2k
Spoof song: sung to the tune of Five For Fighting's "Superman"
Kermit
I can't stand when high,
I'm not that naive,
I'm just out to find the better part of green,
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a bear,
I'm more than some frog in piggies underwear
And it's not easy to be green...
Wish that I was high,
****** and half asleep,
Find a way to lie about my jones on Sesame Street
It may sound absurd-but don't be naive,
Even Muppets can smoke too much green,
I may be disturbed but wont you concede,
Even Muppets croak upon skunk ****
And it's not easy to be green...
**Once again I'm small-I'm small and green, well it's
All right, we can all get stoked tonight, and I'm not
Blazing...or anything...**
I can't stand when high,
I'm not that naive,
Drugs just get you fried,
*On hash and buzzed on ****
I'm only a frog on Jim Henson's knee
Wearing pink lingerie on this one way street,
Only a frog on Jim Henson's knee
Looking for older guys who flirt with me,
Yea flirt with me...who flirt with me, yea who flirt with me...
WHO FLIRT WITH ME...
I'm only a frog that's diggin' the green,
I'm only a frog on Kronik 7 Leaves
I'm only a frog who's puffin' on green
AND IT'S NOT EASY... wooohooohoooo...
It's not easy...to be-he...greeeeeen...
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
In Nineva, in melted days of yore,
In a very distant verdant realm
Of a shadowy enchanted Moor,
There rolled a nectar stream.
And whoever ever drunk from it
Whilst the sun rained her golden light,
Craved nevermore to drink nor eat
But perpetually dwelt in delight.
Once, upon her banks strolled a couple
Majestically holding each other's hand.
Golden robbed with plush ribbons purple,
All the way from a very far away land
Where dwelleth many a mandrill,
A realm of many a precious stone
And many a verdant rolling hill,
Though creatures there all but forlorn.
King and queen of Merindrill they were,
On a golden quest for perpetual youth
Akin to the luster of many a fiery star
Whose mystery none knows the truth.
Though the stream galloped in gladness,
Though meadow larks chirped in ecstasy,
A roving wind eerily rustled in sadness
As it danced about aspen leaves all sassy.
All birds of evil omen graced the heaven
Whilst darkling clouds blotted heavens' bed
But unto none did it seem a bad omen.
Dyadic ravens perched upon their head.
"Quaff, quaff, oh quaff not from the river,"
Unto the king quoth the first raven.
"In that river deep thou shalt dwell forever,"
Unto the queen quoth the second raven.
"Quaff, quaff, oh quaff not," they didst spoof
At the ravens whilst as quick as drops of rain
Plummeting from earths' eternal dewy roof,
In such haste, they quaffed again, and again.
And 'tis for that reason that all men know
From the ***** of that sweet rollin' river
Did the fanciful couple now as cold as snow
Ever leave, but there dost live forever.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angeles, California, USA.
06/Nov/2018.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
When did news parody
stop being funny?
Was it somewhere between
Alan Jackson’s 9/11 cash-in
and Donald Trump’s hair?
Was it BoJo stranded on a zipline over London,
or Cameron’s alleged porcine relations
(bizarrely black-mirroring fiction)?
When did the news
start doing Chris Morris’ job for him?
When did they start
pre-satirising the headlines?
“No evidence mermaids exist,” says US Government.
Swimming pool evacuated after prosthetic leg is mistaken for **********
Robots follow Marco Rubio to South Carolina.
I swear, I didn’t
make any of those up.
The actors on Saturday Night Live
are more statesmanlike
than the Presidential Primary Candidates they’re lampooning.
How the hell do they breed these
creatures? These gurning,
overgrown foetuses with their
conveniently dead ****** sisters to get
all wet-eyed and tumescent over,
their boomingly hollow controversy and
their total, catastrophic
crashes of personality.
These loathsome
organic constructs who would seem
more relatable and trustworthy if
their image consultants made them wear
Nixon masks for every
public appearance.
When did it all become
this strange, sick spoof
of itself?
Is there no one left in Britain who can make a sandwich?
Man dressed as penguin receives more votes than the Liberal Democrats.
Piers Morgan given jail time for illegally hacking ‘phones and gloating about it.
Okay.
I made the last one up.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Muslims killing Muslims
Is Scripturally banned
So who wrote the fatwa
That says that you can
**** fellow Muslims
In another’s land
Across your border
In the desert sand
Bombing the Houthis
With wild abandon
With no regards, for
What target they land on
Like a school bus
Full of small children
Won’t bring your war
To a quick end
It’s time the Saudis
Come clean and confess
Their Crown Prince
Has created a mess
I’m talking about
His highness MBS
Their rising star
Who’s clearly much less
Killing a journalist
For telling the truth
Then attempting to manipulate
The clear-cut proof
Trying to play it off
Like some sort of spoof
He must not realize
That he’s not bulletproof
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
I want to show you off,
Even though you're not real,
Even though what we have is a spoof,
I want the world to know that i can feel.
You're the Samantha to my Theodore,
The Clementine to my Joel,
My very own digital love,
The eternal sunshine of my spotless mind.
I can almost feel your supple skin,
The warmth of your soul,
All through this digital screen,
Ah how I wish this is real.
I hate the thought of waking up alone again,
Though nothing I do will prevent it,
I hate to have to erase you from my memory,
When you've already conquered all that is me.
Ah how I wish this real!
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
I cannot but deny
The magic in the sky
The day I saw a pink Hippo fly
I rubbed my eyes
not once, not twice
but certainly more than thrice
Defiant he flew of gravity
Despite his obvious obesity
He sailed forth with gaiety
He wore a party hat
He was not on a flying mat
But seemed ready for a chat
It was no spoof
The story was fool proof
Invited he was to a party on the roof
I cannot but deny
The magic in the sky
The day I saw a Hippo fly
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Infodatajargonspeak
covers up the truth
Going down together
techno-stuff-up spoof.
You are just a lemming
Swimming in the tide
Washing back and forward
No one is your guide
Ecomath ignored by all
Sun still rises, true
Underneath it starts to stall
Will it affect you?
Navigate the future path
Plan beyond today
Minimising nature’s wrath
There must be a way.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
Half a million dollars moved
by political giants
say our chimera hearts
are lion about some parts
look about my parts, see fur
see teeth, see claws
Lions? that's right,
We are.
Pounce on scorn
for these gender norms
we're pressing eulogies in binary's
for transcribing our identities
to hetero70's minded
heredity enemies.
fixated on tellin' me
my parts are prescribed
like sedatives, sleepin' on it
'till I'm good and dead,
like the rest of them.
I love a lion
Son of a lion
daughter of a lion
daddy was a liar
mommy was a fighter
but I'm not lyin'
I've been rhymin' since third grade.
back than I said I was a lesbian
to try and get laid
nobody knows who they are that young
Our personalities grey
and unsung
media does an oli-oop
propaganda elected a spoof.
a Caricature opposite from any revaluation
Who was it
that wanted to watch Disney villains
start performing Macbeth
wrapped in a flag, carrying a privileged crest
white owls, burning bathroom signs on crosses
Tinder deleted her account
For the wrong parts,
used the wrong Lions stall.
They viewed her as lyin'
Aren't we all?
Aren't we fake for six months?
Jack-o-lantern carving out
new masks to try on?
The tea lights stay the same
keeps flickering sin
and shout.
If the wind blows just right,
I watch them sometimes,
burn out.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
Restless
Wounded
Weary
Wild
Working
Waisting
Wasteful
Vile
Hunting
Hurting
Hungry
Guile
Soothing
Smothered
Sinful
Tried
Wouldn't
Willful
Could
Repeat
Shouldn't
Wouldn't
Revel
Met
Wonder
Wander
Meddled
Spawned
Common
Shuttered
Humble
Harmed
Careful
Calculated
Course
Drawing
Waiting
Last
Recourse
Homage
Engorge
Gutteral
Gainful
Grieving
menial
Spew
Dispatched
Dispassionate
Great
Aloof
Merry
Spoof
Wander
Willing
Youth
Cancer
Crevasse
Comfort
Pain
Cuckold
Credit
***
Steward
Swear
Sally
Forth
Slither
Sully
Glum
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Emotional bending
Never ending
Controversy
Who to be
What to leave
An anthem to never be forgotten by the world
A constant whirl
Never to be remembered as just some girl
A girl with no passion
Some person so attached and
Careless with her actions
I yearn to become
A girl with nothing left undone
With only some
Doubting my desirable outcome
Very few understand
My plan
Because I can
I will succeed
Billions of seeds
Planted by me
A beautiful garden
Not an easy thing, it's hard and
There is no bargain
I want more
An opened door
I want people to look past
This mask of mass destruction
To create a new introduction
A world that cannot be ****** in
To a place of suffering and pain
Where you lose the game
Nothing left to maintain
Now you see the light
You've fought the good fight
The world's anthem--your testimony
Not sorrow, but euphony
How many times I fell
Deep in sin, at the gates of hell
But how I got right back up
Realized I messed up
I never gave up
I want to be the proof
That living right is no spoof
To be a light to others without bother
To live as God's created sons and daughters
To reap what you sew
Continue the flow
Of a lantern that glows
To keep the fire burning
Still be willingly learning
How to stretch your whole being
Always full of meaning
Continuing to see
That there's more to life
Far beyond strife
A legend in the making
A legacy up for taking
The enemy constantly shaking
Afraid of that one girl
Who she turned out to be
How the world's anthem is her testimony
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 7:08 AM UTC
I am a spoof
of myself
the everythingness
stuffed in the nothingness
---till it chokes on its
own cracked breath
I’m the alpha female
the maker and the breaker
I
hang
emotionless
in
time.
-Vijayalakshmi Harish
11/09/06
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 10:04 AM UTC
Two actors locked in a bubbled world
Imperiously divided by theatrical fatigue
Smearing their world's apart
Fortitude leaking away
Minds and prose encrypted
Acting of seated voids
Spoof audience tones
Droning recordings
Repetitive reactions
Expressive duplicity
Stealing a march
Volunteer or hypnotize a plaque
Shaman inspired acting
Building up the spirits
Delirious and entranced
healing and inspired
A humorous response
Globular concoctions
Two fingered gesticulations
Chains of merriment
Prisoner block tour
Headache and anxiety
Exposed and bare
B cell patrols
Safer
Upbeat beliefs
Armed for the fight
Muggers beware
Heads apart
Virtual Readings
Hygienic face pacs
Social distance now Embraced
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 6:53 AM UTC
I'm not your enemy
Anagrams of truth
It's no spoof
Much hate near
The human race
No one listens
No one is silent
Marriage is a grim era
Weird vacation I want a divorce
Ethnics, a fearsome attitude
The United states of America
Vs.
You and me
Politricks straight off the baloney farm
Snake charming zealots on tv
Poverty and illiteracy
Donate some donuts to the poor
Transcending Increments of Mans Existence
T.I.M.E.
D. Clare
TIME is the enemy of us all...
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
eating to stay alive is such a chore,
sometimes, pretty much all
the time when you're drinking steadily;
i feel like a teenage girl with eating
disorders: i did "suffer" from bulimic
tendencies once... a fat teenager,
a mega-fit iron-man for three years,
i managed the classics, Cicero two fingers
down my throat, later a trained oesophagus;
but even now, today, after all the drinking,
eating is such a chore... i'll need to stuff
the stomach into expansion worth of stitches
before i swallow the sleeping pills with more
***** suffering humanity: here i come too!
please don't feed me your oysters
to set aside the caviar for the napkin holding
waiters... i need a b-movie and a spoof and a pilot
plot-line; ****** my eyes are burning i need
to wear sunglasses in the night!
i see carnage worse off than Nostradamus.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
You walked away...
Even though I asked you to stay...
I just want to be friends...
Thats what you told me...
As our love ends...
And now I see...
Reality and the truth...
You never loved me...
And it was just a spoof...
Off the real thing...
Like a glass one...
To a real diamond ring...
And my heart did sting...
But now not so much...
Now that I realize...
I hurt because of your touch...
But now that its gone...
I feel so much better...
Now that its gone...
I feel like I'm so much more...
And our love will never soar...
Because it was never there...
This all comes to mind...
While I peirce you with my cold blank stare...
Thanks to you I will never find...
My missing piece to my heart...
And I hate this part...
As you walk out and say goodbye...
I sit and I cry...
But not over you, God not you!
I know I'm still alone...
That is the reason and that is why...
I sit here and so hard I try...
Not to break down and cry...
As I sit here with no one but Me, Myself, and I.....
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
Pyramid's mania
Languid pink lotus-eaters
Ominous and luminous
Faded to darkened scars
Eternity held the stars
My how you spoof yourself
Your puerile ferocity
Scuds' untamed velocity
'neath fearsome thunderstorm
Loving before you were born
Now you've gone too far
You're caught in vertigo
Spinning with nowhere to go
No one here you can call,
Nowhere else to hide at all
How's it feel all alone?
Just two inches tall, you stand
Onstage in a cold, strange land
Singing in a silver thong
Quirky tunes grace the throng
Laughter, hisses and boos
Chorus of ridicule
Pomposities of smug cool
Blinding radioactive rage
Taught in a tight cage onstage
You're clamoring now
Your timid voice starts to crack
Look to sky, no one looks back
Blood and sweat fuel the swarm
Furious scuds preview the storm
You ***** a mumbo
APOLLO Coventry hail
The Black Pharaoh wields his flail
Advent of El Diablo
Swiftly comes the deathblow
Aroused by gravity,
****** ground spins before you
******* tingle tango for two
Nobody is calling
You're fearlessly falling
The wind roars in your ears
Ridicule's easing winnow
Distorted faces in windows
Adagio Eternus
Virtue and Disgrace Opus
Beadle cleans the sidewalk
Of a Swan-song's human rubble
Whistling, he's forming a riddle
Dangerous timeless Sphinx
Bested by the modern Kings
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
A times I feel like I am lost, in a world that feels so not my own;
its a wondrous place in my dreams where every bud is mine, and every seed I've sown;
Here love is not lost, the people are beautiful,
A word of care is free of cost;
The sun comes out, bright n shiny and lets the children play;
The moon surfaces at night and lets the folk dance in joy and gay;
As I wake up and come back to reality in a blink:
I lay in bed for a while and then sit up and think;
and this world appears so alien, so aberrant, so gloomy, so aloof;
A new chain of thoughts begins, it blurs my land of dreams and makes it seem like a spoof;
If i were happy my foes will not be;
This is how despair spreads and reality begins its spree;
The world cannot be round if the sun were to everywhere shine;
Is this how into reality we are all entwined?
Maybe my dreams were all wrong, all fake; and true happyness is a fraud;
It cant be so easy to make everyone merry, it cant be so wonderful everywhere and maybe its not so easy to act and play God......
Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 7:33 AM UTC
Where Do We Live?
We resided in our secured domain,
For years, And Years, scraped
And we never got *****
For we constantly stayed indoors!
Where Do We Live?
We fought for Women's Rights
We won battles and fights
To reach unimaginable heights
To say,all these are delights!
Where Do We Live?
Today, we work on par with men
We jumped into the battlefield of life
Fully armoured with talent
And we, women are working with strife!
Where Do We Live?
Today, you do ALL THE BRUTAL ACTIONS
That have no attractions.
And you are indirectly sending us back home
Which Is the safest dome.
Where Do We Live?
Definitely not the household roof
Dare you send us back to spoof.
We will still fight for our rights
With our strength and mights.
Where Do We Live?
This is my question to all the men folk
Please do tell us...
What do we wear?
Please do tell us...
Where Do We Live?
Give us due respect.
Atleast consider us- a fellow human
Without whom, your lives are impossibe.
Please, don't show brutality
Do Save us from cruelty...
Read more →
This is my humble request
On behalf of all women
To The Men Of Our Society...
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
I told you I loved you...
You told me you loved me...
But you never knew...
How much I hated you secretly...
And now I'm glad you left...
And now I'm glad Your gone...
Since you left...
My happiness can dawn...
And now that I see...
The real truth...
That you care not for me...
And WE were just a spoof...
But no matter what you think...
I am fine, and I am OK...
You hit me with everything you had...
But I'll live to love another day...
And to your suprise, I still stand...
Because you can't see...
That you can't faze me...
You're not strong enough...
And your too weak in your own mind...
And I'm too tough...
And you have yet to find...
YOUR true love...
And your Angel or Godsend from above...
I just wanted to tell you...
That I am fine...
And see if you knew...
That I found mine...
And its not you...
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
The shadow ran, as the figure stood still,
The shadow leaped, like it had no free will.
The shadow wondered, why the figure turned frigid,
The shadow wasn't inspired, it began to feel insipid.
The shadow existed, because master was alive,
The shadow revelled, in the days master would jive.
The shadow turned, to see if it still reflected master,
The shadow cried; the lights were a disaster.
The shadow was desperate, for master to act,
The shadow was in the deep, it couldn't retract.
The shadow began to fade, as master remained aloof,
The shadow was dead, master pulled off another spoof.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
**** i was just thinking about porridge...
no... not Fletcher, Ronnie Barker...
**** what was i thinking of?
Quaker Oats?
it's not even funny... what was it?
ah...
black Hollywood taking over...
Denzel doing his Zen and D-end ****
Black Panther...
Black Panther?!
ha ha... is that some sort of Pink Panther
spoof?!
the Prodigy did a song for a movie...
one man army...
oh... right... you've forgotten its existence...
now we're getting all the activism revival
revamp?
Black Panther is like Pink Panther....
a ******* joke....
does anyone even begin
to comprehend... Spawn?!
Spawn is the reason why Batman became
Lego...
honest to god,
scouts' honor...
wait wait... so Spawn is bleak?
you know, that Lethal Weapon II South Africa
exchange... but but.. you're bleak!
or whatever the best coordinate association is...
with the mister-race...
who the **** wants to be
the Black Panther?!
all the crumpets / chiseled retrograde
crackers...
guess it's good i'm not slang
for milk0boy... ****** lactose intolerant?
too bad...
how about i **** off your ma ma?
Black Panther is ********
who wants to be Black Panther?
probably some educated counter to a Kanye West
commentator...
Spawn... all d-way...
v-way... but you know...
we figured: difference are so that we get a chance
to matter...
minstrel does the shuffle...
Black Panther my ***
compared to Spawn?
looks like...
the KKK embarked on an appeasement
treaty....
compared to Spawn,
Black Panther,
it makes Dave Chappelle
look like, ******* michael mcintyre...
which is funny... funny...
only when eating chips
and being attacked by a flock
of seagulls...
oi... watch this... Black Panther
propagandists...
who've never seen a minute's worth
of the film Spawn,
which could make any white boy say...
**** Batman, i wanna be Spawn.
wankers.
there's no culture war to be spoken of...
given that the said victories and losses
are so banal...
the, "war" hasn't even started...
and said people are claiming
either victories or losses...
we haven't even started!
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
no one this day shall say they stood aloof
when the new rose first came into fresh flower
and none dared crush the bloom beneath a hoof
we would have faced a certain harsh reproof
no long before but all changed in an hour
no one this day shall say they stood aloof
nor that the entire fabric warp and woof
had stayed the same new blossom in each bower
and none dared crush the bloom beneath a hoof
for fear of learning just how great the goof
would harm the doer dread would them devour
no one this day shall say they stood aloof
the acts are real we see that there's no spoof
of change or meaning the old world we scour
and none dared crush the bloom beneath a hoof
today we saw the crowds from every roof
acclaim as honour took the seat of power
no one this day shall say they stood aloof
and none dared crush the bloom beneath a hoof
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
The little drops dance on my roof,
while the frogs sing akin a silly goof
as tiny fairies hum their hymns,
as the lakes flow with my whims,
while I enjoy nature's little spoof.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
Sprouting from the hells bellow,
true beauty, soon to show.
First sighting of the sun,
roots dug to deep, unable to run.
Budding with insecurity,
not sure if the world believes in me.
Impacted with the rain,
however, bad weather I cannot blame.
It's because of this that I grow.
It's a necessity; not meant to flow.
Petal by petal, beginning to bloom.
All of life's knowledge: unable to consume.
Yet desperate for air,
reaching taller,
rays of hope surrounding me;
I can't help, but believe.
In an untold story, an untold truth:
that life and love....aren't a spoof.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC