"zinjanthropus" poems
She went to Russia as a student
To study fashionable nuclear technology
At the communist Patrice Lumumba University
At the center of ideologue creating city of Moscow,
She went there an accomplished total ******
No African eye had ever seen her naked bossom
She came from the western region of Africa
A girl so couth in all the platforms of life;
In manners, dress and ****** appetite,
With only education as the prime focus of her heart;
To bag a science degree in her African leather wallet
Under her arm pit, sandwiching culture and discipline.
But communist racism turned her into an ape *****
All the tricks of European racism were employed on her,
The young girl lost her seed of self-worthwhile sensibilities,
She conceded that perhaps she was a daughter of zinjanthropus,
In the land of dignified civilisation of the Russian humanity
Where communism struggles to achieve universal Godliness
As ***** blackness strives to achieve universal communism,
In this negative personality feat, my dear daughter goofed,
A poor girl of Africa joined communist *** workers market,
And hence the door was opened to communist loutishness,
Comrades came in arms and went out, to collectivize her love
Making her ****** rights state property, subjected to proletariat dictatorship,
Only to suffer the bane of the time on her complain of woman rights,
She was declared as an African ********** in Moscow,
Suffering from incorrigible explosive African anger,
***** irascibility never seen any where in mother Russia
Only capable to be corrected in Siberian prison .
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Will neither be
What me would
Want I to be, nor
What me would
Want I not to be
Zinjanthropus
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
“Jesus is Aryan,
Only speaks Appalachian, and
Hates every Iranian!”
Zinjanthropus
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
The annual Darwin Gay Ball
Was a gala occasion for all.
The Australopithecus
looked quite ridiculous
Leaning, half-drunk, on the wall.
Zinjanthropus, high on bananas
Uttered forth a long chain of Hosannas.
Although missing a link,
He knew just what to think
And went cruising for greener savannas.
The Cro-Magnons (more agile than Lucy)
Like their hunting and gathering juicy.
The mating was prime
And their dance, so sublime,
could out-monkey the funky Watusi.
Twas a lowbrow event; all the same,
Proto-drag-queens competed for fame.
The divine **** Habilis***,
Hairy, but fabulous,
Gave Knuckle-Dragging its name.
**** Sapiens***' wisdom has wrecked us
As the Darwinist doctrines infect us.
Knuckle-draggers may dream,
But bonobos now scream
That the winner is: **** Erectus***!
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC
Gimme some sardined rice
Sorry— that's the price?
Do you then have mice on ice?
Its price?
Thrice a sardined rice per slice!
Jesus Chris— thrice?
Okay, get me three slices of mice on ice
No freaking flies, no lice
On my mice, just ice...
Nice!
Zinjanthropus
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC