"whaat" poems
the jew in you,
something
you long suspected,
or long lamented.
too bad,
the absence of
this moniker if it
ain’t applicable directly
to your sorry ***
after all who doesn’t
want to be among the
ch-ch-chosen peeps?
this blessing
in disguise,
it’s very special
to be hated by
almost,
everyone.
hatred,,
the great equalizer,
highlighting your
choicest features
race, gender, roman nose,
etc., etc., etc.
but like the song said,
though somebody may
hate unlucky you,
everybody, no exceptions,
hates the jews.
everyone knows
the jews own the banks.
everybody hates the banks
who leave you on hold,
leaving you, wondering why,
they won’t give you back
at the ATM, the good money
you lent them,
so you must be
minimum 10%
shrewish (shhhh-jewish) or
whaat! why?
yup, your deposit is
a liability on their books,
(they owe it back to you)
so you too are
a moneylender,
congrats!
welcome to the club,
the club of being
a liability.
we jews travel
around the world,
chased out from
almost everywhere.
so we invented the
around-world-cruise,
and the world gave
us steerage class
to remind us,
even the jew in you,
that’s OUR special place.
postscript:
(All) Jewish Lives Matter!
Oy!
(don’t get me started...)
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
sometimes. i live in my head so much.
i look in the mirror and
surprise!
i'm an actual,
physical being. (whaat?)
and when someone comes and speaks to me,
"you...you can see me?"
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
ever hear
a voice in the garden
that
made you become
startled,
inquiring:
what
the **** was that?!
huh?!
i was the object
of said "what"?
RAP?
exclusion remarks
in the realm of poetics.
i died....
and Homer went
blind.
oh...
oh
oh.....
oh...
the part
where i don't
care to mind,
and the part where
you...
but i wasn't
the white boy
who subjected
your people
to perform
jew...
oh... sowwy, whaat?
legal nomad..
thingy...
peoples doing
**** with jewels,
in hobo,
in...
roma bracelets...
******* squirt worth a ****
vodoo!
******* vodoo!
tripod:
that one thing legged...
standing on 'a' 'un leg...
merry ******* christmas
come northern ireland...
savvy?!
you bet... beat
the bacon!
fucking hare krishna...
i die, and the warning sign
says:
scrap through
the "gravy"...
lucky loser,
no. 2!
bricktop:
people doing ****
with diamonds...
utter.. bonkers...
me... you...
hush-hush...
bonkers-brigade....
******* east london
vowel crisp
cut and pig-me...
loose ends...
******* shy of a boxing munch...
take your tirade to
a recital of Macbeth
via...
Tehran...
you...
*******
wanker!
otherwise?
w'ha are 'e'
lovelies?
eh?
you skill or somethin'
more, or w'ha?
bricklayer 'ert or
sum'fin worth the fix?!
give me 'um some *******
cajole!
meaning! news!
you fork's worth
of a nibble on a use
of a *****
******* pansie...
fucking ******
start ********
or bitch-yourself into
an ease...
with warring-to-come...
ye'... gobshite i ain't buying...
tough man tought
mouth...
punched bit a little...
god...
i'm gagging!
itchy sort...
like... you want to sort
the sort from the sort!
******** **** glug *******
wanna scrap them
on the guillotine of
scratch of
the tongue lick
of: a...
shaven-lick...
sheryl crow...
grammy award album...
1997...
30 or so years later?
good luck hitchhiking
with a jukebox interlude.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
GF: "It's not you, its me!"
BF: "You're right! It is you!
GF: "WHAAT!"
copyright: r. riddle 06-29-15
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
GF: "It's not you, its me!"
BF: "You're right! It is you!
GF: "WHAAT!"
copyright: r. riddle 06-29-15
Women really don't want you to agree with them.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
is it odd that i care about everything you say?
is it normal to analyze every word, every smirk out of or on your face?
is
it
pathetic
that i honestly can't stop fixating over you?
is it normal to care about what exactly isn't what he said and think?
is
it
wrong
to feel emotions i despise creeping into my soul,
creeping into what i stand for,
creeping into what i am now made of?
it is WRONG to become something you hate,
but then again
what if what you hate is what you were truly all along?
what if what you hate is what other's wish for,
what others think is what is just fine?
so is it right or wrong to simply show your feelings every moment of every second, to show him what you have become or to show him whaat you've been this whole time?
or....
are you simply a coward, complicating things into a poem for others to analyze?
writing things out to run away from what you honestly can't deal with anymore, can't take anymore?
or are you simply writing in the past?
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
life is N0t always just, nor whaat you'd tcepxe
Ski! oftenthimes it just looks like a mses!
As late as you thinnk you h--e it non
fIgyerred out
Y u learn thares a upside-up?, and
inside–in?!
sAdly, their's no knitting asquare kit.
It'll suhck eVVery time.
Buht, it lonly ladds to the swEEtniss
of ife wh n it..
is what you'd expect.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC