Lures, flies and spinners
provide variety for
multiple techniques.


Casting carefree lines
the sportsmen and women look…
For fishy hook-ups.


Moonlight over pines –
Adds a touch of elegance
to nighttime fishing.


Daytime sea trollers
combine leisure travel
and hands-free fishing.


The ignorant fish –
Unaware of keepers of…
Life’s aquarium.


Author Note:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2009, All rights reserved.

framers and confounders,
gold-sifting pitch-shifting
plagiarist compounders,
dreamer cells --
all stragglers and strollers;
trollers, ex-tollers,
frontier comptrollers...

was a pupil for a day,
gave two eyes for an A,
said "I'll tell you what I see just
tell me what to say"

2 fore thoughts 2 free thoughts
of sons of freed slaves,
think tanks and barnacles abound:
I see twenty-six characters in need of an author
to try me line by line
'til beseeched and swayed
I reach the antithesis

Already have victims other words TROLLERS that i will slaughter soon::::::::::(((((((((IIIIII will get YOU Soon
Be
              REALLY READY TROLLS TO BE
Abolished

It aint hard to tell
I excite those who dwell
In my presence my foes be hesitant
Deliberating debating and hating
Welcome in the sons of satan
Watch my gun get blatant
Belligerent despairing the hearts of
The innocent
Most people dont follow rules
I refuse to be a mule  
**** youtube rules and the punk
*** trollers move over
There a new sheriff in town
Shot the da va and deputy
Now whos wearin' the crowns ?
King of the original jew whoever knew
I would be born inside of a jail cell
Made from hell learned the best from sniffin' yeyo
My pang couldnt even hold on whale scales
Take short of the  L then inhale
Turn spectators skins pale
When the reporters try to yell
But cant escape deaths bail
It aint hard to tell



Know i got haters
Following me like Jesus
I resurrected hip hop
Im Lazarus disastrous  
My crew wrecks only
In guns we trust til our barrels rust
Wipe out the must
Got keep a clean mind when i grind
Looking for the ultimate sunshine
Middle fingers to one time
The narcs hidin' the parks
Im lightin' em up like John Starks
My mid range is wicked past sadistic
Just being realistic
So if ya wanna be a statistic
I advise ya remain un Belligerent
Broke the mental shackles
When life started to tackle
I got curious as a jackal
Laughin' at my enemies all the way to the bank
Mis the feds foes to hoes
And pop open the drank blaze the pounds
While ill count my franks
That means my money banks
Ill leave ya mind stiff as a plank
When i drop these lyrical bombshells
Yo it aint hard to tell


Sick of the facade. WHY NOT USE A WHIP AND ROD? Sick of these trolls, all they do is just scroll. Hit DELETE, RINSE and REPEAT. They on patrol looking for they next victim, lookin', and searchin' of how they can whip 'em. To all you Trollers out there, scrolling, meme'ing, sick of the facade.
These Trolls go on a roll and just scroll...
They are bullies in disguise hiding behind they cell phones and keyboard.
They taunt and sneer, while they smear your name, for their own fame, with no care for the game.
Throwing elbows and jabs, no penalty shot, cause they got caught
with their pants down, so now you need to sit the **** down, shut up, cause you in line about to be ****** up.
Bunch of ******* critics and hypocrites, with only one ticket to their own show. ECHO.... No one around, BLAST that's MY sound comin' round. Gonna shoot you down off your own pedestal, knock you down, off your high horse. Bunch of geeks, with their tweets, thinkin' they have some treat to give you, like you somethin' special. All they are is a bully behind their mask, a coward in disguise, who just hides. ****** losers with no end game. ******* tweet patrol, they are just weak patrol.
Just a facade... Undercovers is what they are...
These people are leeches, all I hear from them is screeches.
With a flick of the wrist, Nigel gave me the full gist.
It's just a mirage. Well, I give you applause, but this is SABOTAGE.

On a nice sunny weekend day we all step outside; throw a Frisbee; a football, or take a bicycle ride

Weekdays we work hard; we have our jobs to do. Then come home and take a load off when the day is through

Here we are trying to do the very best we can. The effort and the struggle to keep our lives on track; but are we constantly taking three steps forward on a treadmill moving five steps back ?

It does seem like we're all going down the hatch. A conundrum of a world for our heads to scratch. Maybe it's time to go play catch.
""I know!!""
Let's get our mitts for a nice little game of catch

I want it to be like my childhood filled with fun and laughter; the way it should.
But I don't wish to be misunderstood
I know that the news is not all good

There are dark black clouds coming from the horizon and settling over our happiness tall sailing ship.
We did not see them, but they were brewing on the other side of that sunny day tea that we sipped

Please I'm just the messenger; it is not my intention to scare. But you see ? I only thought it is my duty to make you all aware

There are homeless tents that are out of order; immigrants find themselves on the border
Hometown people of places who have their pride; invaded by people who have their priorities

Terrorists capable of still more tragedies; forced labor in China for our lithium batteries. Dying trees right outside my door; this is just not my world anymore.
Is it wrong for me to want it to be the way things were before?

Ukrainian war atrocities are very numbing
Electric cars; I can't here them coming

Gerrimandering and product shrinkflation
School shooting desensitization; covid vaccine makers are very clever; plastic bottles now more than ever

Aging congressmen think too slow; cell phone big brother follows me everywhere I go; sometimes I feel like yelling, ""look out below!!""
But does my worrying need to slow?
Calmness for me to undergo?

Elementary school shooting drills today; class interrupted for fire drills in my day; national polarization that's here to stay; if we only had someone to tell us, "it's going to be okay"

You overdose on digital fentanyl; your addicted to streaming
Looking from the outside it seems your daydreaming
Looking from the outside it seems that your scheming

Misinformation mythology perpetrated by Frankenstein technology; the false narratives are driving you out of your gord; you need to pay attention to the misinformation scoreboard
For way too long, you have enjoyed your false reward; somehow your sanity needs to be restored

Profit guiding everything; the song that FOX, ESPN, and Amazon sing
Lose a little; the stock price goes down; no interest in planning for a sensible rebound

Pizza palace; burger kingdom; Starbucks prices getting higher
Corporations uninvited with their ever widening roads of empire

Those who dropped the moral compass are at the gates to lift the latch
Let us bathe ourselves and go back to that park for another game of catch

Boulders on the sidewalk to keep the homeless away; horn honking drivers blow another fuse; online trollers won't leave me alone; gum stuck on the bottom of my shoes

Pharmaceutical drug companies with a license to steal; five star high school kid with a million dollar NIL deal; misinformation, green washing, brainwashing galore; this just truly doesn't seem to be my world anymore

We vote for a candidate we entrust; until they break the public trust; our rage and disgust; we all need to readjust; to yet another newspaper that bites the dust

Drug smuggling operations in Cartagena; another government official is under subpoena; sports announcers calling the game from the office and not the arena

We need to get outside more often and take in the fresh breeze;
is it too hard for us to go ahead and just say please?

I walk down the sidewalk; hair combed and I'm clean shaven; in a world of drug dealing exploitation; I wear untorn clothing just like my generation
The relieved looks on people's faces confident in their assertion.
It's as if they are saying, ""I'm just so happy to see a normal person""

People's longing to escape and retreat from a wasteland of a world that's practically at their feet
We need our four walls of escape from reality's torment; our house; our apartment; or even a homeless tent

The world is too fast; I can't keep up with the changes. I don't want anymore of these social rearranges. This dance floor is too crowded; I feel like I'm surrounded; by the ineptitude and atrocities that mankind has compounded

Space garbage wasteland from Earth's current occupants; more mass shootings and classified documents
I just want to be sent back to that park by dispatch; to someone waiting for a nice little game of catch

Used cars and broken down furniture we abandon; right wingers still say, ""let's go Brandon""
Catching hell from the Mexican cartel....
Immigrants?.... they're still at the border; does that ring a bell?

This crumbling house of cards of ours we need to discuss; for the love of God.....
""Please Somebody Stop Us !!""

Finally......

Mother nature is waiting on the sidelines by the grip of our machines that drove her....
I stare at a majestic snowcap mountain on a clear day and anyone who knows her....

Knows......

It's as if she is saying as soon as human beings have expired, we are moving back in and taking over

Mother nature is biding her time for the day she finally served mankind.......

Their notice of foreclosure