"virology" poems
you know why i'm not afraid
of plagiarism?
memes...
funny, isn't it,
i don't mind, or, rather,
i started to not mind plagiarism...
because the plagiarists have
been inseminated, ***** even,
i don't know whether i ever
owned a puppet,
but if i'm plagiarised i own a:
cohort...
it's nice...
you can rule by ridicule
rather than be ridiculed
as ruling,
notably the english monarchy...
it's nice to have pawns who
don't even think they aren't
pawns...
but that's the beauty
of intellectual virology -
an idea is like a virus,
and the fact intact remains
signifying:
well: go ahead with it...
i don't mind anonymous
"credit" 4 it...
you think i have
i have any complacency to mind?
rot the gnat and vermin...
i am the one to fuse
plague and language together...
man was
always endowed with a heart
and woman with a heart,
when it came to, politics...
women always, meddle...
how isn't punctuation
important in writing,
given it be necessary that
equate punctuation with rhyme
and consolidate prose with poetics...
punctuation = rhyme -
overseer? yes.
- and why do i not mind plagiarism,
pontius pilate...
the only person worth
being remembered of the new testament...
oops..
why do i not mind
plagiarism... i know they'll mutate,
morph...
but that doesn't matter...
a part of me remains,
and all the better should the plagiarism
be otherwise be defined...
but it's too late:
the innocent seed competes
with the forbidden fruit...
i have my paupers and my
puppets...
for grit and gift of word,
i have my: assembly...
you can plagiarise all you want,
all i ever gain is yet another
puppeteer's string of
limb annexed.
i love the idea of memes & plagiarism...
it means the utmost anonymous
influence being exerted:
how far is the puppeteer away
from the necrophiliac, may i ask?
thank you for a chance to
not prioritise a demand for
a gene chronology on the altar of Cronus,
allowing me, to,
********** my meme,
rather than consecrating my gene
in the ******* of fake white
and...
the agony of what would be to come...
ever wonder the mystery
of autumn, when a southern wind
blows?
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
My dreams have shrunken and changed with you.
You are molecular;
A study in virology.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
Every poet should be responsible for his poetic language
Every scientist should be held responsible for his/her own action
My birthday in the year of the corvid 19, will be different
I wouldn’t bother to confirm with the ground hog on this matter.
He too is refusing to come out, he detest the humans
The righteous will possess the earth, and they will live forever on it.”. — Psalm 37:29.
From what is going on I might have to debate this verse.
Would you agree with the poet?
Where there is action they will be a reaction
Leadership money and power
Is this what we are dying for?
"Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue?
keeps his soul from troubles"
We all love a good story.
With a good ending,
What is going on today is not a story
Our next generation is going to have a hard time
Explaining this to their next generation of survivors
What happen in 2019, was an act of greed
It is the reality, of mad virology scientist went mad.
If this vaccine doesn’t work what will be our next move?
When your boss take his clean non corvid 19 facilities and
Turn it into a corvid 19 center,
What would a poet call this move (greed $$$)
All this poet can say.. “Let wait and see”.
Crave all loss all. one who wants everything, may lose it all
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
London should be a no go zone
it should be boarded up
feed it to the Zombies,
the final act of a virology department,
Don't ever start again
plug up the Thames
turn the whole place into a desert
allow the foxes to be unfazed
attack attack feral humans
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
We all love a good story.
With a good ending,
What is going on today is not a story
It is the reality, of mad virology scientist
*Its headlines that read like this
“As Biden nears victory, worlds hopes
For end to American isolationism*
It’s hard to say it out loud without breaking in to pieces
It’s easier to live a lie, rather than to surrender?
When the American truth needs no translation
The poet became an unhappy Ambassador,
he believe in worldly- views: He pen is waiting
to announce the winner, (who would it be)
Nothing is final to a poet eyes and ears
But to a mad scientist: it says progressivism
To him man or language wasn’t created equally
Every poet should be responsible for his poetic language
while every scientists should be held responsible for his action.
As well as his emotion and excretion
either from the mouths, or from the other end
the smell, textures even the tones
as long as the world acknowledges
them as the Lever of things to come
it’s hard to say it out loud without breaking in to piece
where there is action they will be a reaction
Leadership money and power: is that what we voted for?
is this what we are dying for? Is that most people dreams?
Trumps , Biden supporters face off in Detroit
Headlines like these make a poet pen trembles..
*"Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue
keeps his soul from troubles"*
We are still waiting for the winner..
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
A faceless crowd,
With madness abound,
To gather strength,
And pull you down
A faceless man,
With wicked hands,
Will hold a candle,
And make last stands
A broken law,
Will hem and haw,
Locked in the cellar,
The last you saw
An ugly thought,
That time forgot,
Will bleed it's ink,
To skin that's sought
A cheery smile,
After life's hard mile,
Would stick much finer,
Than your witch trials
A heart that's gray,
Still beats the same,
But one that's nurtured,
Loves more each day
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC