Spoken Word

The Hero

They kneel before their hero in puddles
of spilled blood and stinking gore.

Baby fat smooth face never touched by a
razor radiates angelic innocence
not betraying malice within.

young hero chortled with joy at the
thought of killing enemies – antifa, BLM, leftists.
But that fair face could not be like that.
Any excuse will do.

Amorous groupies clamber to offer their
charms to the soft handed smooth faced
idol hoping to grant lacking manhood.

The gorge rises at the thought.

He wanted to be a cop when he grew up.

— MB

The Socially Conservative Socialist

He came hat in hand with sweet talk of
freedom and fairness; a true turd rolled
in glitter.

Unable to restrain long enough to
grab the megaphone He began
to speak of his love of those who killed
behind the silver shield.

The stench became unbearable.

— MB

We resist

We exported PGP.
Proud to say but
in that day.
It made us arms dealers.

In the name of safety
they wrapped kids in a comfy
firewall cucoon.
Some took perverse delight in
pulling at those silken threads
and got them through.

Books got banned but
those sneaky rads put
copies in school hallways and
stacks anticipating
the glee of forbidden knowlege.

Four Theives stole medical fire from pharma.
They gave it to the masses.
Whether it is meth or lifesaving remedies,
the world will not be the same.

We tell people of all ages they can be whoever
they want to be.
Somehow this is a crime now.
If crime it is
Criminals we’ll be.

The Scapegoat

First i’ll apologize to nice liberals who are not used to
burning hot anger.
……..
Nah, never mind. I don’t apologize.

Some bigot called me a groomer.
I’m smart enought to know
know that burning rage ain’t good for kids
i steer clear.
I was a SCAPEGOAT
A motherfucking SCAPEGOAT
SCAPEGOAT SCAPEGOAT SCAPEGOAT

They lie and lie and lie til they believe their own lies
They spread blood libel that we hurt kids.
They lie and lie til lies become their truth
We become SCAPEGOATS because they can’t bear to share any respect.
A motherfucking SCAPEGOAT
SCAPEGOAT SCAPEGOAT SCAPEGOAT

They shove their way into our lives
They Say: It’s for your own good
They Say: Think of the children.
They Say: You die and suffer for our comfort
They Say: We are not comfortable with you
living and being
We are nothing but SCAPEGOATS
SCAPEGOAT SCAPEGOAT SCAPEGOAT

Good attitude — NOPE
We ain’t gonna turn the other cheek
We won’t BE your SCAPEGOAT
We won’t BE a SCAPEGOAT
We won’t BE ANYONE’S SCAPEGOAT

The action

I can’t fucking make it.
I’m too old, too sick
but the fire still burns.
……

It sickens me, but fighting
is the only thing to do.
……

Let me pull down the pillers
……

Life could have been so much
better and sweeter
but
……
this
……
is
……
all
……
i
……
have
……
left.

Thank you TMA

As the new day burns its way into my consciousness
I am aware of the pride i feel at how this community
took care of its own last night.

Thank you all !

I am honored to be among you.

The cat in the yard – on his own terms

He came to us in a cage, a black and white cat.

Friendly but shy he would head bump and purr.
Jumping on laps for love on his terms.

He bid his time til the door opened.
Our friendly lovely bolted out, and would not return.

Of all our cats he was the friendliest.
Rearing up to rub and love on us. Wild but loving.
Retreating on the slightest move to restrain.
A ball of fury if you picked him up.

Trapped by a meddling outsider he disappeared
til our neighbor found him at a shelter.
He came back altered walking stiff.

At home he was a ghost til his
sweetness returned.
The door opened and out went the friendly cat in the yard.

Seasons passed, bitter cold and lovely spring and summer days.
He was our friend in the yard.

One day he never returned.
I hope he gave a good fight.

—- For Freaky and Epona Rose