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"technocrats" poems
While Zafar takes his crop to town Businessmen snort ****** Teens buy bundels to fill their veins With housewives Oxycontin reins The Generals demand their Percs Technocrats love Dilaudid's quirks While drones fly over Zafar's field Counting flowers for next year's yield r 9Jan14
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
The Poppy and the Drone
Curiosity *killed the cat and it's got me flaming far past the first degree and her secret’s in the coup d’etat;* ***Now viewing the reality of the Gemini’s hereby guarantee*** *At combat with the Technocrats because they’re both too headstrong Her lust for learning might sound an occasionally lethal song But for now her secret’s as confusing* as her sense of right and wrong
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
Curious Catt
Just what do we know about Ward Churchill? That radical agitator, That Colorado college professor Most famous for calling Twin Tower 9/11 dead technocrats Little Eichmanns. Noteworthy is the fact that The United States Supreme Court Denied certiorari, Passed on hearing his claim of Unlawful discharge. Unlawful discharge? Sounds felonious and vile: Like pus laced with ***** A criminal secretion, like mucus Smuggled past Customs: Vaginal contraband. Sorry, Ward. We just don’t give a **** Your fake Indian pedigree, Your bogus Vietnam fairytales, Your phony combat record, Your forward ops recon Way out in ******* Cambodia, Fall flat like Buffalo turds. You’ve been slick, Ward. Hired originally to fill Some gratuitous affirmative action quota, Denied tenure in two legitimate departments, You create some ******** academic discipline For campus freaks & geeks. Self-appointed Department Chairman, A fraudulent college professor from the start, Once tenured, a courageous warrior for free speech. Describing Native American history as genocide. Summing up American history as Holocaust denial. Professor Churchill was all of these things, And less. But using the Holocaust metaphor To anchor one’s fakakta politics? That was the proverbial last straw, The camel buster, if you will. Especially since most of the Stockbrokers & market analysts Crushed in the rubble were Jewish. Hava Nagila, Babaloo!
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
"Ward Churchill's Little Eichmanns"
#*Weapons have been developed to create the damaging effects of high-energy EMP. These are typically divided into nuclear and non-nuclear devices. Such weapons, both real and fictional, have become known to the public by means of popular culture.*                                                                            Wikipedia One E.M.P. could bring this whole thing down; finale to steal the technocrats’ crown. Did God intend for us to live this way like hell on credit with heaven to pay? One burst of apocalyptic clarity: all it would take to reverse the polarity… one massive electro-magnetic pulse the data-driven ********* to convulse. You were dumbed down so they could set you up to drink from the Nanny-State’s golden cup… This Babylonian One-World vintage exacerbates thirst: accursed beverage, enhancing global madness as it’s drunk; imbibers cannot gauge how low they’ve sunk. The dregs are drained, only to be refilled; the elixir of doom is thusly swilled. When the chips go down as the system ends and there’s no cash paid for your dividends, assurance (like health insurance) falters as your inhuman condition alters. By then you’ll be ready to wonder why (although you appear unready to die) whether Man without God is worth a **** in the Sovereign Redeemer’s master-plan.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Best Bets are Off
In the midst of dry afternoon sun, Flies hung wantonly on soiled tables, beer bottles, confused waiting in open pubs Loud smoke, vagrant noise everywhere Kekenapeps in broken parts, Young men, women fight Their kids eat, communing with flies masons mans hat, gba men's cars The streets littered with wealthy technocrats Visible twirling smoke, blackened noise everywhere In the midst of dry afternoon sun vagrant noise, black smoke from here and there, gba men make cool cash wearing basket hats, wife fight her husband, their kids communing with flies, I and boma sat calmly in a bar. by IWO O.EDWIN
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
SOMEWHERE IN NIGERIA, 23 SEPTEMBER 2014
Lucifer’s technocrats, unelected assume they’re impregnably protected. But God, from His throne above their earth ordains conception and commands new birth.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
Earth Control Methods
Transhumanists, posthumanists Robots and drones Technocrats Globally economies crashing The world will hate What it does not understand I wear plain clothes I am a plain man No one notices me I will keep the truth in my heart
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Plain Clothes