Snow Blower

Had a bit of snow in this Albany/Schenectady New York area near the end of the day today. It was hardly a thing, just enough to stick a little to the roads in spots or more in parking lots and on lawns, a light covering, enough to make me break out the brush for a quick once over before I left the station.

On my way home though, on roads that were mostly just wet, there was this one guy in the front of his house, one of the practically elbow to elbow homes, that almost feel like row houses, I pass on some streets in my to and fro’s, clearing the short pathway to his front door with a snow blower, and even his short driveway if he has one, that gift from his father in law a few years back that came with sage advice on how to use and then maintain it along with stories of the “Great Snow of (fill in year long past)” the snow blower that’s been gathering dust, for the most part, in his back yard shed since then.

Now again, when I tell you this snow wasn’t a thing, it wasn’t, actual “things” would scoff at this and belittle it with derisive laughter, I mean this guy’s pathway could just have easily been handled by one of his young kids in a pair of slippers with a broom but “Goddamit!!” I’m sure he thought to himself, “This is my chance! This is fucking snow people!!! I am breaking this M’Fer OUT!!!”

Cheers to you dude.

(ps … if or when we have an actual snow up these here parts he will surely have the last laugh and I will have to try and make friends … I mean, all I got is a broom … and my cat slippers are kinda embarrassing)

Context (a really stupid post)

Now this is a one trick pony as it wouldn’t be real any longer, always thinking of some funny or stupid response to add to this concept with any people I talk with (and I annoy them all enough already, believe me) if I were to attempt to make this a regular thing. Like how reality TV isn’t really reality if you know you’re being recorded for reality TV.

No, this couldn’t be recurring, though there may come a time where I forget about this idea and revisit it.

But, for now, I am sitting here with a Cricket on a lap, under a keyboard slide and being totally comfortable and absolutely bereft of any ideas so?

Looking for some stupid, then, is all I got.

I’m also thinking you could have some fun yourself with the same idea.

RECENT REPONSES TO TEXTS OR EMAILS OR FACEBOOK POSTS OR INSTAGRAMS I DON’T GET ‘CAUSE I DON’T HAVE AN INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT BUT WITH NO CONTEXT

Dawn, really?! Damn! … whodathunk?

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(to me) Wizard!

(townspeople)

“WIZARD!!”

“WIZARD!!”

“BURN HIM!!!”

“WITCH!! … BURN HER …”

“(no, Bill … it’s Wizard)”

“… oh, right, my bad, Witches were last week … we still get to yell BURN HIM though, like Witches right? That’s my favorite part”

“Oh, of course!!”

“Whooo Hooo!! BURN HIM … HE’S A WIZARD!! BURN HIM!!”

“You go Bill, you’re in fine form today!!”

“Thanks Larry!!

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Tractor supply. 40lb bag for eight bucks. Hides the smell well.

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Gotcha. My sister’s cat Rikki, aka Chunky Pants, says “morning” (video). Your left foot or your right? I forget.

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You don’t look like Tippy Hedren … they might leave you be, Stephen.

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“My middle name is noise!!!” Ha!!

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(holiday dinner table)

“Aunt Millie, you have outdone yourself with your meat pie this year, you know you really have to give us your recipe …”

“Oh, thank you so much dear but let me cut you off. You know a girl doesn’t divulge her kitchen secrets” 

(little Millie) “Hey Aunt Millie” 

“Yes honey?” 

“How come there’s never any Squirrels around your yard?”

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I know, Grayson thought corporate sponsorships may have been the way to monetize his possible celebrity but he loved the cable box and …

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I will jave to order a new lockset

There is a key fornthis one

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Does the now open refrigerator door come with something to compliment one or the other of said choices? Half a capicola and salami sub from that really cool Italian deli you just discovered for instance, or a salad you didn’t really like but are still holding onto for at least one more day just in case but still pick the cheese out of and what if when opening the door you realize your months old Blue Cheese dressing on the door really needs to go as you haven’t been in the mood for wings in a while, or what if when you open the door, just behind the choices is a glorious grassy field filled with multiple eyed, red furred squirrel looking creatures under three suns from that dimension that Bob told you about at the office (though you know he was probably high … probably … maybe) and what if … my God Man what are you asking of me!!!! … Jesus I don’t know!!! … Oh, fuck it, just go with green!! Wow, you make shit so hard!

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(to me) Saphira has the zoomies, you awake? She did that thing again.

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Well, see ya at some point maybe and if I do? Don’t take it personally if I talk to you from the end of a 10 foot pole.

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Yes, and thanks. We will talk about me being chagrined at another time.

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(to me) Omfg … the Hudson Valley is collapsing. Last week … I found Friday in POK closed. Yesterday they closed Newburgh. WTF is going on?!?!

(Aside: this one sort of confused me at the time, POK? Personal Office Klatch? (they can be soooo clique-ee). Pine Outland Cobalt (cobalt spelled wrong) and maybe a Bravo and a Charlie with click clicks and mission seriousness as I couldn’t figure why anyone would want to close Friday, and in Peter’s Outhouse Comedy (comedy spelled wrong) no less?! I mean that’s supposed to be the best day of the week right? And they closed Newburgh? An entire town?!)

/////33333333333333333333333334 … Hold on … Cricket wakes and steps like a calico Godzilla. “I will crush your small keyboard city!!”

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You ate the best!!! Thank you!!

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Hey quiet!!! Not out loud knucklehead! What did I say about the Universe being a dick!?!? Shit, looking over my shoulder as we speak …

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You’ve been trying to reach me?

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Cool man, thanks, but I don’t need one.

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Shimmy was just what I was looking for (I hate repeating words when you don’t need to which I did with “shuffle”)

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Again?! How is that even physically possible?!

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Sunday? You know I don’t do Sundays.

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Interesting.

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What? Seriously? Jim Croce was cool as fuck.

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Nope, ain’t going there … hehehehe! Plus that would definitely hurt … like a lot!

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(to me) Hahahaha! Omg. You are truly wonderful!!

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Dudette, you are too funny, but still can’t wrap the noggin around that one.

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Well, there is definitely more but it just gets into the minutia of how boring or not boring I am, depending on perspective I guess, though perspective would probably conclude boring.

Now, will I post something more interesting in the future? Jesus, I hope so, but for now this is what I got. Right Cricket? Any more cat thoughts? … oh, sorry kid … my bad … you’re asleep again now after keyboard cities vanquished … sssshhhhh … hey Kid (whispering) I can’t feel my leg.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Patrick (Christmas cat song)

Well it’s that time of year for this one again, an annual holiday tradition now for me to post it (if a third year running is enough to constitute “tradition”) if for no other reason, than, as a crazy cat lady guy, I just really like it.

Though I did include it recently in a post with a few other tunes, the fun song stories of my hapless friends Stevie and Tommy and Stevie’s not so hapless little brother Billy, this one needs it’s own singular post.

it’s fun, it’s catly and it’s Christmasy.

Nuff said.

It came from a Facebook post of a friend, Linda, a couple of years ago and her cat, Patrick, from a line of hers in that post that said, with him sitting in front of some Christmas pretty decorations, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick”

I went with it and had a blast.

Cheers Linda and to you Patrick, again, you damn good looking Christmas cat.

‘Tis the season Patrick.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Patrick

It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick

Everywhere Pat goes

Take a look in his snug cat bed laying his Patrick head

With maybe a mouse or two under his toes

It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick

Fur on every rug

Till the monster is need brought out

To suck away all hair’s clout

While Patrick runs no doubt

.

An extra can can of food or some cat nip for mood

Is his wish as any cat would

Ball with a bell and a knock it to hell

Is new wish across some hardwood

.

And Mom and Dad do funny dance to not step on cat’s pants

.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick

Everywhere Pat goes

There’s a tree that is soon to rise

Each branch a new cat prize

The hanging kind just waiting for a fall

.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick

Snoozing underneath

And what brings that slumber best

Are the lights not put to test

With Christmas cats now at rest

.

(break)

.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Patrick

Runnin’ cross the floor

To every cat’s Christmas dream

And the presents that will be

Box torn paper all a-skew

.

Sure it’s Patrick once more … time to puke, time to puke it’s Patrick’s time to puke.

mmm … mmm

Maybe This Christmas (poem)

A prompt from Dora at dVerse Poets to write a poem, with a holiday tint, using “Despite” and “Still” and so many well worked and wondrous examples of Dora’s inspiration and intent.

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Maybe this Christmas

Maybe this Christmas will find

what was left behind

(in one small sock lost back under tree in a crack in the floor

found

maybe by new)

the glee of lights I knew could be seen

above all

on high

as there were none in the whole wide world of our street

that could meet

expectations or faces of Christmas like we

.

Maybe

just maybe

newer new will find what was left behind

(remodel make old undone amid dust and splinters and curses

of hammered thumbs

that one

now graying sock

fallen through crack)

a gift from Mom’s and Dad’s of memories back

that held promise

of lights they knew could be seen

in child’s dreams

at Christmas

above all

despite

whole wide world’s changed street

through thick dark clouds

now

expectations tougher reach

.

Maybe

season’s redemptive thought

maybe

newest new will find that once lost behind

(after tear down that faded sock of gifted wonder in rubble

of rebuild

could

maybe

be found

still

full of sparkling memories dusted, cleaned, fancy new)

finally

with chocolates and giggles and little games with hue

of wonder

after so many years

to maybe

just maybe

gift to the latest new

of expectations

anew

seen above all others in this whole wide world’s now angry street

maybe

just maybe this Christmas

These Bangs (poem)

A new Quadrille poem prompt at dVerse Poets to begin the week.

A 44 word dVerse poem that, this time around, asks to include the word “Bang”.

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These Bangs

Big ones that begat this life

to

smaller ones

softly floating wispy cloth plush petite over imploring eyes that begat beauty

on mountains I sounded song

from peaks   

I louded

bangs

until this

another

faded in bangless valley’s whimper

but lingering echo

these bangs

Christmas Kitten (poem)

So a prompt for the holidays, an Etheree poem (no, I had no clue either) focusing on Christmas trees and themes of such. The full explanation of an Etheree poem and examples and the rest is in the link to the prompt from dVerse Poets here, An Etheree Tree, but it is …

… write in the form of this Etheree which is 10 non-rhyming lines graduating, per line, from 1 syllable in line 1 to 10 in line 10. The only addition to the form was two extra lines of only 2 syllables each at the end.

Now, not the original intent of the Etheree of course, but if you then center the 10 lines on the page and add the two extra lines for the tree trunk bottom you get the shape of a Christmas tree, which, well, just looks cool

It made me think of a favorite couple of pictures from so many years ago of Cal, the kitten, 2004 or so, in a house I shared with my sister and brother then.

Cal, one of the 5 kittens that were kittened to us by a pregnant cat (my brother named her Mia) who just showed up at our back door one day looking for a place to possibly stay. She had surely seen my Benny in his Benny to and fro’s around neighbor’s yards and flower beds and through his cat door and thought to herself in a wanting way, “these are good cat folk and this is just the place to lay my head” and proud, expectant belly in a toweled cardboard box world with lots of human hovering and eventual kitten squirming. She was also the Mom of my beloved “Shoes”, the Big Orange, who I would eventually write of quite a lot over his 11 too short years.

Well, this was from the first Christmas with Cal and Shoes (after we found homes for the others) and I thought they would be the perfect pictures for this.

Christmas Kitten

I

kitten

can’t see me

I hide in glow

of lights and baubles

pictures cute found subject

broken heirloom sighs know blame

but can’t hold true meaning account

Christmas purr instinct as a cat will

until climb down to plush skirt and cat nap

warm blinks

cat dreams

Oh … and since I mentioned it, this is one of that cardboard box that came with all the human hovering.

It’s the Holidays (couple o’ ho ho holiday tunes + songs of Stevie, Tommy and Billy)

I have done a lot of songs, over the last 7 or so years, of the political parody type (but also some others) ones that you may know, but ones that I must consider in a new light now, the importance of, and whether or not I may be freedom of speechly able to produce more of them …

tick, tock, tick, tock .

Oh, you jest say you …

… tick, tock, tick, tock …

Anyway, another time. It’s the holidays, thanksgiving passed, and an album of the “some others” Christmas tunes now (ok, not an album) and the adventures of three characters, the hapless Stevie and Tommy and Stevie’s NOT hapless little brother Billy with one “Christmas” tune in the mix.

Now, however much I might love to envision myself an artist who comes out with the requisite collection of holiday classics at some point …  

Studio: It’s Christmas, be all Christmasy and shit, it’s about time, we need a whole record …

… I do, actually, already have my own without that required studio mandate.

Two of them. I know, Christmas prolific I am!

Now, if two songs are enough to constitute an entire album, maybe with some remixes and extended plays and spoken word guest appearances (no, I know that’s not a thing) and one original tune that I haven’t written or performed just yet then I’m good.

First the story of Stevie and Tommy and Billy started here …

We Let Billy Drive The Car

… got drunk here …

Twin Vision

… and continued here and my second holiday classic …

We let Billy Drive The Sleigh

 … with sleigh bell sounds and everything. It’s all about sleigh bell sounds in season according to one of my radio boss guys.

And then there was the Christmas song of a cat named Patrick …

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Patrick

Ok, well, that’s all I got, but maybe it will be distracting enough … give me respite until the Holidays wear off, and January comes and holiday hangovers eventually fade then to figure out retreat and hideaways.

I Alone … and Cricket the Cat (poem)

New Quadrille prompt, a dVerse poem of just 44 words with a word to include . This time around, in the prompt from Lisa, the word is “with”. And the 44 word count does not include the title by the way.

Well, I thought to one of my cats and my well practiced solitude.

I Alone … and Cricket the Cat

I alone

mostly

with intent

No sympathies fished

.

Alone  

with company

only of a blind/deaf cat for dinner

and unknowing muse

of word’s dessert

.

Alone  

I embrace Cricket’s solitude

as my own

with only laps and words

Needed for us to feel

in tandem

Out Loud Songs … (while still time)

I know I already have but a re-post of some tunes while there is still time.

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We Want You To Be We

(to Cheap Trick “I Want You To Want Me”)

We Want You … To Be … We

.

We want you to be we

We need you to be we

We’ll force so please just a-gree

Can’t have you livin’ feelin’ free

.

We want you to be we

Not right to live to your own de-gree

We know what’s best as only god does decree

.

We’ll shine up our partisan court, the one that’s been godly bought

Parade them over your free thought, make sure that you are sin free

.

We’re tired of spending time feelin’ persecuted

We need able dictate how your lives are executed  

It’s not fair to watch you all go about your happy dailies

While we’re forced to fret and live with all your evil failings

.

We want you to be we

See country the way that it should be

Revisioned right light history

One white and straight you’ll all see

.

And shine up on all old hurts, of unallowed to convert

Bring handmaids to life, ‘cause we know just what is right

.

Will we neglect children after grabbing their first real air

Of course cause hypocrisy we’ve got plenty in spare

We’ll only find our end until it is that you all stop tryin’

Pursuit of happiness is up to us to do the decidin’

.

Ohhh!

.

We’ll work in a morality play’s future dire warnin’

But that future won’t know it from this backwards day future dawnin’

.

Ohhh!

.

We want you to be we

We need you to be we

We’ll force so please just a-gree

And gay marriage is soon next up on the tee

.

We want you to be we

We need you to be we

We’ll force so please just a-gree

You’ll thank us soon you’ll all see

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Minority Rule

(to Tears For Fears “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”)

Popcorn anyone?

New GOP life

Where they turn their backs

On days of self-respect

Where party stood once

Principles of pride held nature

On their side of legislature

Instead now just a mi-nor-it-y rule

.

It’s par-ti-san times

No working cross the aisle

Instead just to decide

Against the will  

Of most of people

Fascist thoughts now

How they measure false lib-er-ty

Instead now it’s just mi-nor-it-y rule

.

There’s a rule of law once stood by

But abandoned in orange broke light now

In his light they will threaten shake down

‘less they get will of despot to own

All of you in his would be new town

It’s all about mi-nor-it-y rule

.

– break

.

They can’t stand your freedom’s visions

Where all could make their own decisions

It’s all now just mi-nor-it-y rule

.

They’ll tell what histr’y can be taught rewritten white now

Tell ya what books you cannot read now  

Maybe even start a fire now  

.

They’ll always lose vote in a straight up

Instead build guards to keep them on top  

To help them thrive in mi-nor-it-y rule

.

They can’t stand your freedom’s visions

Fascist thoughts false li-ber-ty now

We are all not created equal

Must protect king at all costs

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One White Leads to Another

(to The Fixx “One Thing Leads To Another”)

For those whitewashers and history revisionists

The deception some white folks

Is want present false history

State by state they pass laws now

To hinder what kids can and cannot read

.

Just to protect them they claim

From truths about black and white

But when some books shed light

Difference wrong and right

That aren’t white enough they balk and they say

.

We’ll teach history no mention of trees

(oh when)

One white leads to another

We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then

One white leads to another

.

The intention is to

Teach alternate washed whitey tales

Where there wasn’t a time then

Where justice judged with far different scales

It wasn’t baked into fabric since a father’s slave day

Where ownership was the way

But when an academic thought critiques that it’s never changed

They just ban CRT while they exclaim then

.

Teach history as only we can see

One white leads to another

We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then

One white leads to another

.

Yeah Yeah Yeah

.

One white one one white leads to another

.

Indoctrination is their fear into liberal ideology

That kids might fall not wanting them to  

To learn now how to actually think free

Hear opinions both sides even some they disagree

Can’t have them thinking that way

‘Cause if critical thought questions white supremacy

Indoctrinate instead with our own theories

.

We’ll teach history as only it can be

One white leads to another

We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then

One white leads to another

.

Yeah Yeah Yeah 


One white, one, one white, leads to another
(One white another)
One white, one, one white, can’t teach of others  
(One white another)

One white, one, one white, empowered white brothers
(One white another)
One white, one, one white Liberty mothers  
(One white another)

One white, one, one white, leads to another

(One white leads to another)

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Baby, it’s a Tax Scam

(to the Beatles “Baby You’re A Rich Man”)

“So what’s we got on the agenda today boss?”

“I’m thinkin’ we get dem GOP folks to savin’ us some more money. Udderwise, we don’t be supportin’ ’em with any more of OUR money”

“We gonna play the country for dupes again?”

“You knows it Mugsy”

.


How does it feel to be GOP privileged people

Knowing they put you ‘bove the rest

Padded bank accounts will attest

Reward for support of who is best

A thank you with more in store

.

How does it feel to have recognized ravenous gre-eed

Know divide’s what they do seek

Wealth kept away from weak

What do you plan with your new gain

Hope keep ridin’ the money train

.

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby we know what we do

Ya keep all your money in your stock buy backs

It’s what ya do, country we’ll screw

.

(ohhohh)

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby we know what we do

.

How does it feel to laugh at the unfortunate people

Who we keep selling trickle down

Knowing you’re all just clowns

Blowing a big hole in the debt

One paid with folks safety nets

.

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby we know what we do

Ya keep all your money in the family tree

Hand down scott free, no tax ya see

.

(baby)

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Keep runnin’ it don’t give a damn

.

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Roll it back no way man

Avg Joe’s you’re also rans

.

Baby we’re all rich men

Baby it’s a Tax Scam

Baby laughing to the bank … 

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Mock It Up

(to Elvis Costello “Pump It Up”)

Jim Jordan feels import

Says this is of utmost

Importance of a sort

He gets to what is his real sport

Saying gov is weapon sent

While he’s Jim sweaty bent

Fig’ring new distractions

Nothing else matters

.

Mock it up

Even though we don’t need it

Fog it up

Distractions we feel it

.

Says gov weaponized

But not in the right right light

If you’re gonna weaponize

We want it with a left left prize

So we can order lives

Get “others” all in line

.

Mock it up

We’ll fake it and sell it

Fluff it up

Distractions fall for it

.

Hey!

.

Jims been a bad girl

Livin’ in his Trumpy world

Does what he can

To make truth go in a whirl

Living Trump bat ass unhinged

This’ll truly make ya cringe

Sycophant I’ll call you sir

Run through border walls I’m yours

.

Mock it up

We work in post truth now

Muddy up

Jim Congress waste time now

.

Now in a passion show

Start demanding DA’s show

Papers bout the real blow

To great leader you should know

We’ll keep him above the law

Not right to hold him account

He came to us from down the mount

We’ll make sure law for him don’t count

.

Mock it up

We work in post truth now

Fog it up

Jim Congress waste time now

.

Mock it up

There’s only our truth now

Muddy up

Making point to waste time now

.

Mock it up

We will make up the rules now

Fuck it up

G O P new false truth now

.

New post truth now

Different set of rules now

New post truth now

.

Call ourselves Ruth now

Hit homer for Trump now

Clear bases of truth now

.

Prayer call the lord and how

Charlatans gather up now

Cause god is Trumps cow

.

Call for pro-tests here and now

Insurrection again now

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(to Bob Dylan “Gotta Serve Somebody)

Gonna Wanna Rule Somebody

You may be a wished dictator who’s scripting a dream

Of what to do in year 25 with a right’s loyalist team

Who’r mapping out a dire plan where democracy it seems

Is no longer a real player in the grandest of red schemes

.

And you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes indeed

And you’re gonna wanna king somebody

It may be those already on the devil’s dark page

Or those forced to take new stage

.

Body vessels are the targets in this new SCOTUS age

The ones who stand up try prevent women in a cage

The ones who had temerity to think body autonomy

But in this new world order legislating you’s the rage

.

Yeah, you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes you are

And you’re gonna wanna lord somebody

You’ll make women understand that they just don’t have a say

Instead monitored by state

.

You may be undesirable in this grand U S of A

An invader less than human is all he will have to say

To rile up the base while he drives all you away

The military will be called upon slap down to make point’s sway

.

Yeah, you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes you are

You’re gonna wanna lord somebody

You’ll make those who just don’t belong go back to where they’re from

Yeah, you’re gonna wanna king somebody

.

You may be a protester on campus wantin’ say

You hate the inhumanity that you’re seeing day by day

That you’re not an anti this that or even a pro that  

You just hate women and children wearing dead pawn hats

.

But they’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes indeed

They’re gonna wanna use your naivete

To gain an in ground against hated college elites

They’re gonna wanna rule somebody

.

And you may be example of future disputes

To quell freedom of speech tear it out by the roots

Teach that protest is only what they will agree

You are no patriots like Jan 6 ones who would see

That he gets chance to rule somebody, yes indeed

Gets chance for a new autocracy

That there will be no dissent that doesn’t come with intent

To help him rule somebody

.

You might like use projection to describe your enemies

Accuse them of harboring fascist wills and dreams of tyranny

You’ll even claim reverse discrimination of dear whitey

You’ll say that anti-white feeling can’t happen in this great country

.

And you’re gonna wanna lord somebody, yes you are

And you’re gonna wanna take us back

To a time where white man ruled

And others minded their P’s & Q’s

You’re gonna wanna white everybody

.

You may call yourself disciple of the MAGA ways

Protect yourself on his good side fearful of vengeful days

You may even say that fascism’s not that bad just give it play

As we’ve heard too often now from MAGA’s praying new Trump day

.

Well, you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes it’s him

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil, while the lord sits this one out

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

.

You’re gonna have to serve the orange

You’re gonna have to serve prostrate

You’re gonna have to serve not the lord       

You’re gonna have to serve new devil’s day

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God Made Trump – God: “Yeah, That Was In Error” (boogie woogie song)

“Boogie Party” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

So back in ’46 when God took a break

After world at war that had so much at stake

He blinked for second and before he knew what

A Fred had had a son who would think he the one

To lead his people to some new promised land

But a one where democracy could no longer stand

.

Well God said then I hope this ain’t a mistake

Just wanted take a sec and a little wine break

But future he could see at the hands of Fred’s son

Who’d find ways to rake in some new fresh coin

And adulation

From every sunup

From those just off a turnip truck

.

He’d think Prez down escalator to ride

A gold idol though behind God he’d try hide

He’d play up charlatans and God speaking Jakes

They’d get in prayer circles hoping then just to fake

His true Christian values that could be on the take

For just the right price

New discipes would buy right?

.

But then he got sold

On all he was told

And started to believe that God had foretold

That he was the chosen of new myth of old

Reality of course now it be on the run

At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun

To smite the nonbelievers

Who’d soon be cursed ones

.

Then God said oh me just what have I done

Can never take a Me damned break no matter the fun

Though that was fine wine worthy even of nuns

I must be on my toes truth it’s under the gun

At the hands of true believers who turn now to song

To praise an orange fraud they think’ll rise like the son

.

To deliver them a hero in a new paradise

Devoid of immigrants just gotta call ICE

He’d be the caretaker of their righteous white world

Where enemies in fetal poses they would be curled

He’d fight off the Marxists and the fascists to boot

His projections of the enemy would be such a hoot

.

To call them fascists while he’s making such plans

To make democracy a now also ran

He’d have his true believers seeing future in sight

Whatever he says conservative on the right

Not on the far left where the vermin do land

They need be threatened dead now that’s a good plan

.

They say he’ll be a guy who could shape and ax

But also wield a sword though that’s quite a task

He was brave in North Korea while stepping a foot

Thankfully no bone spurs de-ferred his look

But he gloried love letters of he and an Un

Such a nice fella who could take a sweet turn

.

But then he got sold

On all he was told

And started to believe that God had foretold

That he was the chosen of new myth of old

Reality of course now it be on the run

At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun

To smite the nonbelievers

Who’d soon be cursed ones

.

Then God he sat back and just shook his head

He’d said look what I’ve wrought in the U.S. of stead

I’ll surely face my wrath for what I’ve let done

And that wrath being mine won’t be as fun

I’d like me as God show discipes the real light

But they’re lost now don’t even realize their plight

.

That in a den of vipers he’s the head one

Leading all the rest to follow his red forked tongue

He’d offer Eve the Apple saying speaking of tongues

Leave that loser behind I am your one

Like the naked look that you got goin’ on

Now drop the fig leaf and let’s take the plunge

.

Adam … go away will ya? … busy here

You’re messing with my tiny mojo

No, God ain’t looking

D’ya think he cares?

.

But then he got sold

On all he was told

And started to believe

That God had foretold

That he was the chosen of new myth of old

And his discipes he continues to mold

.

They gather at his rally’s put together fan schlock

That God gave us Trump the one who’d care for the flock

A shepherd to mankind they say without jest

And surely damn you libs don’t put us to the test

He speaks of retribution he’s a man of his word

Unless you call him on it then he’ll say that’s absurd

.

So God sat back in a comfy cloud chair

To look at what was happenin’ down there

And orange idol thinking he was sent by me

Disciples feel the same but just for a fee

That’s when God said I think I’m done

Back to that glass of wine yeah that would be fun

Cause though he knows he dropped the ball in ‘46

He is still all seeing and likes his kicks

Maybe kill the bottle then for even more fun

Don’t know what could happen when God gets drunk

Maybe a something to get him out of his funk

.

Yo!

Angels?!

Yeah!!

I need another bottle!

And somebody, get me my files on divine retribution!!

A Dragon’s Lament (poem)

Earlier this week was a prompt at dVerse poets of Dragons and some history and to write of such. Now I missed the “window” to include an entry to this prompt but I still thought to get to something about Dragons, thus …

A Dragon’s Lament

I am ‘bout fold up my wings

my lament

of Dragon lore and settling scores

with villagers who I wish fight no more

fly over to tremble their thatch

homes

and thatch fields and thatch clothes and thatch thoughts

they too easy to burn brittle

if so

and turn

into fiery jackals wishing my hide

to feast in grand time at my demise

.

They can have my riches

though I have none

of what would I do

if so

with even some

piled glinting, blinding high laired in dragon stories

told

from the point of pike and mobbed pitchfork flamed dance

in arduous trek trance for my neck

up craggy rocks into nether clouds

relying only unfaithful stories old told

and pub rounds and child astounds

past passed bold by narrator’s false glories

at my expense

these stories

.

I do tire

of my lore and these scores and blames and games

for children

with wooden swords and kindling thoughts

vengeful words

sung for so long by “Sing along!” bards for coin

those

who

I do regret

I might have to come for just yet

one final flight in the night

for peace from song

to put dragon myths to long

rest

.

Oh, just to fly