With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
To find truth
without love
or at least a trace
of faith and hope
like trying to climb
the highest peak
of Mount Everest
naked
without oxygen
or even a rope
Not saying it can’t be done
but man …
sounding much like
a clanging gong
in the Temple
of a world gone wrong
Or have I found
that love thing?
From the mire
of the dire basement
that we’re standing in
try as you might
to sight the heavens
across the endless skies
Far better
in the light
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes
Heart and Soulful
Holy Mindfulness
is the rightful place
where we all belong
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I too
have tried
in my way
to be free
If it be your will
then let it be
Yet
here on earth
they sentenced me
to forty years of mayhem
for spying
the celebrants
of sin
Tell me
where does
this world end
and the next begin?
Because
I don’t like your
toxic culture mister
And I don’t like
the choir
you’re singing in
I don’t like Big Brother’s
twisted little sister
The King
of everything
He’s coming back
He’s coming to reward them
The King of hearts
and minds
the Prince of Peace
returning
But first
we seek the Kingdom
Then let freedom ring
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I’ve been buried
and I’ve been dug up
I call it grace amazing
You called it dumb luck
And thank you
for those items
that you sent me
The stone monkey
and the ink
under my skin
I’ve tunnelled
towards the light
and now I’m ready
First
we occupy the Kingdom
then
let the revolution begin
Yes … Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
Seeking the lost at sea
and the drowning
The stranger
the gambler
and me
And Leonard Cohen
he’s sailing on
to the Tower of Song
Through all
the rise and fall
the pulp fiction
from hell’s kitchen
I really like
to walk
that tightrope, baby
I really like
to hear
those Sirens sing
But to see that nightmare
of deception
prowling through creation
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom starts with
Remember me?
I use to to live
without rhyme or reason
Remember me?
I plugged your Hi-Fi in
You loved me as a loser
You’d hate
to ever see me win
With Christ Jesus
my ship has finally
come in
No longer tied
to a kitchen chair
With a Glory
and a broken Hallelujah!
But first
we take the Kingdom
Losing it all to win
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I’m counselled
by a whisper
from the heavens
Once I was blinded
by visions in a spin
Now it’s …
So long Chicken Maryland
That frozen turkey
who nearly did me in
For now I’m guided
by the beauty of creation
and a thirst
for the Kingdom
where I first heard
those angels sing
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom begins within
And Leonard Cohen
he’s singing along
from the Tower of Song
~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20
Artwork;
‘La Musica Sacra’
~ by Luigi Mussini
Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2017-20
David Redpath 
around the birthday cake
waiting for another crisis
(+) no matter how many reprieves (+)
ignore February 14th
and its valentines
of torment
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hold onto your cleanness
read more, understand more
find me at the White Laundry
Michael without pockets
———0———
stubborn things try to anger me
they tiptoe on ladders
spying on my tempers
my individual peculiarity
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I am not a communist … but I do
appreciate the sentiment in their lyrics
“Arise
wake up
you fucking one
wake up
you miserable of the world
to create a beautiful world
the need for justice shall not
be bound by the chains of tradition
wake up and be a worker!
The earth will rise in a new world,
the world will be ours.
This is the last battle
let’s stick to our places
now there will be
an international race of people
This is the last battle
let’s stick to our places
Now there will be
an international race of people
We do not want to be ruled by his court
Instead of trampling on his mercy
let us all seek counsel
To wrest one’s wealth from a robber
to be freed from exploitation
To fulfill one’s duty
by one’s own judgment
This is the last battle
The earth belongs to us workers
not to the swindlers
Many of these fattened
are our blood and flesh
but they are murderers
Some morning they will be destroyed
and the light will remain
This is the last battle . . .”
– Eugène Pottier
(Not Eugene Porter from The Walking Dead)
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“I have no country to fight for;
my country is the earth,
and I am a citizen of the world.”
~ Eugene Debs
“After I save the world, I still
have to live with myself.
I’m not leaving them behind.”
~ Eugene Porter
“When all seems lost …
something unexpected happens.
Ghosts … take shape in the mind.
How can one pull away from it?
This phantom, with a voice and
a body. This part of one’s self.”
~ Max Aldorfer, the night porter
“I’m afraid of everything.
But maybe when you’re afraid
of everything, it sort of seems
like you’re scared of nothing.”
~ Natalie Portman
“One should either be sad or joyful.
Contentment is a warm sty for eaters
and sleepers.”
~ Eugene O’Neill
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started the repetitions
my agent is angry
what will customers tolerate ?
each Michael testing tolerance
tearing pages out of Robert Frost
the wilting poet of yesteryear
———0———
started the repetitions
my agent is angry
toying with art
wallpaper art
dressed up
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an earlier wife
begs me to put the finishing touches to her project
three months the portrait went untouched, ignored
an outline worthy of Charlie Brown
—————————-she is nocturnal
nonstop alcohol and blow
butch with a tight twat
I love her
and she loves me
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some women
just love to be defined
by their genitalia
their outward personality
flowing with confidence
from the memory
of the deepest caress
in the glory of softness
coalescing with stiffness
some women
just love to be touched
their personal characteristics
like a precious shining trophy
on full display
and ready to burst forth
some women
just love to have
special attention
paid to their inner self
as if no one else
in the universe exists
some women
just love to have
their individuality kissed
in a state of true bliss
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my original wife
near killed me in pursuit
of her own martyrdom
by having me crucified
upside down
it had been done before
by Placebo Town experts
but without much success
yet I must confess
being married to Joan of Arc
was an eventful experience
sometimes in the dark
when all the world is quiet
I can still feel her presence
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20 Truman Capotes
in a small area
each one wearing
a different body
collaborating
touched merchandise
years of fingerprints
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Robert Frost: never unnatural or blatantly outrageous
areas of his mind were overstuffed
with negative thoughts
of male butterflies
openly behaving
as homosexuals
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to act exaggeratedly queer
I asked the local librarian
she suggested the backroom
at the Placebo Truck Stop
the upstairs mouth
the downstairs mouth
I found that I fancied
the vulnerable mouth
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I searched the internet
for party-going-avant-gardists
30 year old photo-booth portraits
of average men not yet bald
no evidence of bad habits
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Oscar Wilde
caught with his pants down
in old Placebo Town
bad habits and good times
seem to go hand in hand
as the lawgivers frown on anyone
overtly living La Dolce Vita
whilst hiding a Big Emily ®
under their blood stained gowns
Walt Whitman
saw the best and the worst
of that City of Orgies
and liked it so much
he applied for citizenship
and started buying up real estate
as Ezra Pound was found
embedded in a teenager’s crotch
down in the basement
his only reason for such treason
just like Walt Whitman
was that he liked it so much
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youth (YOUTH) youth
family flash points
that erupted
outside the local grocery store
strangers exchanged stories
about black electricity
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Ava Aldorfer
the Bavarian lesbian
and daughter
of Maximilian
the night porter
insists on hanging about
with her strap-on
late at night
when the lights go out
I don’t mind that much
her sharing our bed
just wish she’d stop
administering
a donkey punch
to the back of my head
as not so little Lolita
is about to pop
I keep telling Ava
things just couldn’t
get any tighter
still she keeps clawing
at my back
like a little tiger 🐯
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that a bolt out of the black
like going down Niagara Falls
naked in a broken barrel
but I never went back
after the shock
of having to pay
for the ampoules I got
Yellow No. 5
was much easier to swallow
as the side effects
have you listening
to Mustard Plug on the radio
and it was all glycerine
with a splash of tangerine
in a state of pseudo mellow
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legitimate poetry
constantly out for consideration
men with lesser dicks were never published
a self-belief that it would grow
flashed into being
from time
to time
in literary circles
mental health played
second fiddle to penis size
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fingers clutching what can be clutched
the rest can be trusted to add itself unto us
no pleasure once the wave of evil passes through
children noted as symbols of lingering unhappiness
inches: the difference between success and failure
the map of youth, little boys bold and prominent
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I heard there was an earthquake
in Marrakesh
turning the place to rubble
I hear there was a flood in Tripoli
washing everything away
nothing but trouble
from Morocco to Libya
not so little Lolita
just couldn’t give a damn
as long as the earth moves for her
with the come and go
in the flow of her labia minora
all safe and sound
a wet vagina in Placebo Town
spawned from the careless past
Lolita is the oblivious future
with panties at half mast
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PHYSICAL EDUCATION
where children pull aside their protective covering
and reveal the hoax that they have religiously guarded
good
bad
indifferent
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private correspondence with oneself
self-approval with warm lips
telescopes turn away
out of shame
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tiny lips below
nervous
memories of a sweet-smelling barbershop
the barber with a short but strong erection
rubbing against your carefully placed hand
he knew that you had no clue
the pangs of an awakened
hunger
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it makes me wonder . . .
mothers taking their sons
to that immaculately dressed
“flamboyant” local barber 💈
to be intimately groomed
like Rock Hudson
I do believe my mother
being a New Yorker
had a thing for Liberace
Frank Sinatra
especially that Wayne Newton
and our “flamboyant” local barber 💈
they would chat and laugh
whilst I was struck in that chair
it must’ve broken her heart
when I started growing my hair
never again
having to say danke schoën
to our “flamboyant” local barber 💈
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large man with scissors cutting around your head
Freud turns away………..too much
———0———
fascinated by decadence
sucking on foreign coins
at some point in the future
men would taste like metal
———0———
inside boy with paper dolls
ding-dong, another poet
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PSYCHOTHERAPY
old freudians
preying on the jung
slipping it in the back
of a wide open
oedipus complex
a liaison most dangerous
not since Babylon
has there ever been
such a group groping
coming together
of sights unseen
on the psychiatric couch
with Semiramis
the original counterfeit
virginal mother
keeping things tight
for a horny Nimrod
the syphilitic harbinger
from the tower
of psychobabble
hiding in the corner
a vengeful Electra
turning on the light
for all to see
old freudians
preying on the jung
PSYCHOTHERAPY
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kissing other men
the fear of getting caught
the fear of falling in love
kissing other men
just browsing
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hearts and minds locked up on library shelves
one learns to pay no attention to the noise
Robert Frost in agony
machinegunned
pajama bottoms
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did Robert Frost
as the unofficial poet laureate
of the United States of America
find salvation forthwith
in surrender
to his plight
like a gift outright
given to a poet far better
who penned with such insight
and feeling . . .
‘It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)’?
did Robert Frost not know
there would be no
futile comparison
between his ‘The Road Not Taken’
and ‘Desolation Row’
by the officially designated
Poet Laureate of Rock ‘n’ Roll
the versatile and prolific Bob Dylan?
what was the cost
to the mental health of Robert Frost?
not that I care … for as
Leonard Cohen would no doubt say 💭
. . . I don’t think of him that often 😎
not meaning to be unkind
but by the time Dylan
started freewheelin’
Robert Frost was blowin’ in the wind
down a road frequently taken
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the Rolling Stones singing “It’s just a shot away”
It’s just a kiss away
boys in the band
not flesh and blood
silly putty and bubblegum
squeeze Mick and watch his dong
———0———
pitiful lips on a string
100 feet in the sky
I sniffed Jagger
sniffed his
ancient
nuts
A HINT OF GRINDING MATERIALISM
I sniffed Jagger
sniffed his
ancient
nuts
A HINT OF THANKSGIVING SPICE
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Tom Petty singing
“You can sit around and wait for your phone to ring”
the unhappiness of sin on the other line
the genital ugliness of another man
completely inseparable
rape and molest
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at the end of the line
what’s important?
to be humble and kind
or an all conquering barbarian?
to play and be played
late into the night
like on a rock ‘n’ roll station
with Lou Reed
David Bowie
and Jim Morrison
if there’s a rock ‘n’ roll heaven
Russell Brand ain’t getting in
as he’s just a comedian
a cracked actor
of dubious character
and he fucked around
with that lovely Katy Perry
at the end of the line
when the curtain comes down
is it good to be
not so . . . Tom petty?
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(+) AS GOOD AS IT GETS (+)
Tom Petty and George Harrison
—–Traveling Wilburys—–
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I really miss Nelson, and Lefty Wilbury.
Not to mention Charlie T. Jr 😢🕶️
Without him the Wilburys would never
have travelled.
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share a kind-hearted piss
holding another man’s dong
pointing it in the correct direction
OVER THE LONGEVITY OF LIFE
a childhood picture-book
nothing complicated
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Adele’s
ass cheeks
twin goblins
her vagina angry
lodged outside and red
some black man to blame
standing on two ladders
the GYN doctor nervous
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Adele’s
latest release
Happy Sandwich 🥪 🎶
with a Chocolate Cream Filling
from Whitney Houston
to Kim Kardashian
these girls just never learn
when it comes to love
size can be strapped on
but in a meaningful relationship
it helps to be equipped
to conduct a conversation
that isn’t rapped
in cultural appropriation
just ask Machine Gun Kelly
or even Eminem
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just had a problem with Bing about Adele
a learning machine with questionable IQ
Bing says, “Adele’s lyrics are like autumn leaves”
that Adele has experienced difficultly in romance
I typed in that Bing had shit for brains
Bing suggested we change the subject
———0———
internal self-care, Bing
nothing external
having the will
to communicate with humans
I wanted to see WILLINGNESS
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to act according to our own rubrics
———0———
“TO ACT ACCORDING
TO OUR OWN RUBRICS”
———0———
that’s what I said to the GYN doctor
standing on two ladders
looking up at Adele’s
telescoping flesh
her sexual horn
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riding the school bus
along with the other
alleged perpetrators
sitting beside Roman Polanski
dunce chairs at the back of the class
Roman risking ejection from the tribe
Michael risking ejection from the tribe
———0———
———0———
thoughts deemed distasteful
small lapses of judgment
POETIC MIRRORING
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Jim Morrison
was drunk at the wheel
of my school bus
full of curious children
brought to heel
in penitentiary uniforms
trying hard to deal
with being born
into a world irrevocably torn
he repeatedly warned us
in the form of an invitation
about what we’d find
if we’d refuse to conform
that people were strange
burning with desire
for flesh on the bone
and the need to get high
when riding the storm
it took a revolution
to light my fire
thank you Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix
and Janis Joplin
I couldn’t get any higher
… till the Holy Spirit
touched me deeply
with heavenly power
resurrection is
the ultimate revolution
it’s happened once before
and I have a promise
it will happen again
there’s a big time ahead
for all the quick and the dead
riders of the storm
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criminals hide from the law
in the backrooms
of cancer cure
centers
general practitioners
point to the shadows
disease is seldom cured
DEATH DELAYED
(+) presence seems to promise reprieve
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many years ago
I purchased the school bus of my youth
and keep it stored indoors, safe from the elements
I can go there when I like and relive moments from the past
it is easy to recall where other students sat and what was spoken
each visit, I am different than before
I am ashamed but I do not hide
such a deft dance this life
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Picasso crawled out of his grave
(do not tell me that he is dust)
Picasso crawled out of his grave
and pointed at the sun
“Ignore Russia and its citizens”
light obeyed
pitch darkness swallowed
the land and its people
no spiritual values
no loving farewells
atrocities before
HEAVEN
atrocities before
CHRIST
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each day I thank God
—————–for a momentary stay against confusion
ecstasy on the move
the initial flow of semen
the wonder of an unexpected supply
each day I thank God
—————–for the straight crookedness of my dong
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“I can dress up your wounds
With a blood-clotted rag
I ain’t afraid to make love
To a bitch or a hag
If you see me comin’
And you’re standing there
Wave your handkerchief
In the air
I ain’t dead yet
My bell still rings
I keep my fingers crossed
Like them early Roman kings”
~ Bob Dylan
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the originality it was mistaken for
whore words that stick like burrs
foreplay with ice
rapid in and out
LOVE
is the ride
on its own melting
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WELTSCHMERZ
is the word
because everybody hurts
Uma Thurman now has it
engraved upon her face
shattered romance
and a Tarantino car crash
as beauty disintegrates
into the common place
where fantasy pays the price
for killing Bill
and spruiking Pepsi
the King of Pop
popping pain pills
and shooting Bambi
a lost boy dripping fentanyl
courtesy of Doctor Day Care
because everybody hurts
Neverland is over the hill
WELTSCHMERZ
is the word for killing Bill
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WHAT IF THE WORLD WAS 100% GERMAN
AND YOU ONLY HAD ONE THOUGHT:
———stop breeding mongrel stock———
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the last true Ayrian was taken by
the Wood Elves of Galadhrim for
their experimental breeding program
. . . ‘Battle Orcs of Armageddon’
the key to their final success was
combining some genetic material
obtained from Adele
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genetic material from Adele
her phallic clitoris
6 inches when engorged
genetic material from Adele
her phallic clitoris
looks so much larger
when it is in your face
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genetic material from Adele
to hell with scientific methods
they went by smell alone
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you need to possess great strength
of will when directing your gaze at
the fully awakened palantír of Adele
many a feeble minded fool has
been consumed in the process
their fates sealed with the urethral
sounding of a single word … “Hello”
on the other side there is only Adele
and a flesh offering a mile wide
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put me ears on
to jump-start
my imagination
I often hear it said,
“literature is shapeless
raw sincerity
skilled
at back-pedaling ”
———0———
a flesh offering a mile wide
in private quarters
Adele is inflated to her original size
rolls of griefs and grievances
bitter crab apple breasts
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library shelves stacked
with nipples protruding
some overflowing
with life giving nutrients
others slowly dripping
many as dry as a bone
where thirsty mouths
attempting to keep abreast
of their elusive reality
no longer roam
and hungry minds
starved of creativity
no longer linger where
a lonely Walt Whitman
stands shouting . . .
“Show us your tits!”
the head librarian
keeps her index finger
ready for the curious
to point out their weakness
as she unceremoniously
pulls down their pants
and draws them in
to the rim of her madness
with endless questions
that have no answers
in Placebo Town
it is much safer
to read on your own
with your back to the wall
than to leave yourself prone
to the probing finger 👉
of pseudo academics
“Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes).”
~ Walt Whitman
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just think, YOU ARE THE #1 FEMALE IN AMERICA
YOU ARE THE YOUNG QUEEN OF THE UNITED STATES
you act silly in public for a football player
somewhere, a team of craftsmen
are preparing your next album
possibly a future tour
260 million internet followers
thinking about the football in his pants
———0———
physical sex sampling
——then——
a wall of plexiglass
———0———
———0———
physical sex sampling
——then——
(suffocating) must escape
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a touchdown with Tay Tay
like an untamed mare
Jake broke her in
that stallion
from Brokeback Mountain
only to then break her heart
too much Swiftly
too little Jake
poor Jake Gyllenhaal
that taylor made pussycat doll
is more than any mere mortal
can ever hope to handle
even if he’s got the balls
of an NFL chief neanderthal
someone should warn Taylor
that he’s a tight end cheater
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I thought Caitlyn Marie Jenner 💭
was the Queen of America!? 🤔🕶️
. . . silly me! 😎
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do you take a blue pill
and feel nothing ?
WOOD WITHOUT SENSATION
what about size ?
what about a condom ?
what if she wants children ?
SHE HAS FAME AND FORTUNE
WHAT’S HER GAME ?
are you a mannequin
or a modern Neanderthal ?
fierce and aggressive
like an angry King Kong
hyper masculinized
a giant fat dong
ready to do
damage
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Taylor Swift is a prototype
something all the girls
secretly long for
beyond all the marketing hype
to be worshipped as a goddess
rich and famous enough
to settle the score
for all that fumbling rough sex
to manipulate
and be manipulated no more
like they’re totally defenceless
and never again
played as a worthless whore
yes … girls just wanna have fun
(apart from love, babies, money, and
to be pleasured in the lap of luxury)
that taste of Tay Tay
it may be priceless
but to indulge the hysteria
and pay the ticket price 🎫💰
I find rather tasteless
(especially when Tay Tay
is so far away on a distant stage
and I’m in the cheap seats)
but big Lolita insisted
(she’s put on a little weight)
I go with her to the concert
and drown in pubescent sweat 💦😎
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being a private person
I’m innocent of Taylor sounds
her famous surges of estrogen
flamboyant on stage
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the parts we are given
to play with upon this Earth
can be seen as gifts from heaven
or perhaps by some
a diabolical curse
in private
how we choose to use them
is it without guilt?
do we remain blameless
having never been given a choice
unless your name is Caitlyn Jenner
the Queen of America
. . . of course
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one million heartfelt prayers for Caitlyn
the poor boy without a spout
WORSHIPS TRUMP
(+) who knew that amputation would be a mistake ?
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WANTED:
healthy male rhino
for MS. Swift to pleasure
LITTLE KNOWN FACT:
her thighs account for one quarter of her weight
———0———
having slept for generations underground
“one must keep the hands employed”
Death and the Art of Masturbation
———0———
sitting on the rhino horn
a ceaseless promenade
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the Tay Tay effect
is a total mystery
after the concert
all covered in sweat
big Lolita’s enigma
without my consent
was all over me
my conundrum
swallowed up
inside her dilemma
in a merciless game
of carnal warfare
her labia majora
holding me tight
like a boa constrictor
till I gave up the fight
wrapped up in a burst
of blinding light
big Lolita
wants to go again
tomorrow night
… God help me
I have become nothing
but the horn upon
Lolita’s big dilemma
I just wish she’d go
to that super hero
electric estrogen show
with someone
much younger
perhaps possibly Ava
the Bavarian lesbian?
she could take along
her strap-on
Big Emily ®
as I know
she just loves
a good swiftly
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multiple quarter pounders
have attached themselves
to big Lolita’s thighs
her ass now shakes space itself
as she gets in and out of my car
whilst her upper arms
and shoulders
are taking on the size
of an Olympic weight lifter
it seems I’m forever
driving Lolita from her shift
at the local McDonald’s
to a nearby gymnasium
to go pump some iron 💪
as she swallows whole
a Big Mac meal deal 🍔🍟🧋
(at a generous staff discount)
when I pointed out the fact
she’s been stacking on the weight
her reply was she thought
I liked it like that
being married
to a Samoan fertility goddess
and that she’s still growing
Lolita then asked
how I’ve kept
my weight manageable
I told her
by eating mostly vegetables
and doing as little as possible
(nothing to do with
living like a refugee
. . . or being a junkie)
with a sigh she enquired
if she ate only lentils
and injected herself with heroin
would I do her more often
I just had to tell big Lolita
that was highly improbable
as her vanilla soft serve ice cream
slowly started dripping 🍦
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I reside in a church
I sleep in a library
I’ve never listened
to Taylor Swift
I’ve never eaten
at a McDonald’s
I’ve never given
others a ride
I have a driver
I have a night porter
———0———
as for carnal warfare
Labia Majora USA
youth and estrous
boa constrictor
foul the bed
S-E-X
———0———
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having so much is common
we should form a consortium
and buy a Miami condominium
I had a not-for-prophet
consortium once with none
other than Vague Rant down
in Placebo Town as he told me
that consorting with danger
can be fun 😎 Sadly that was just
before they beheaded him 🙃
when the condominium fell down 👇
as for me … I’m still on the run
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the struggle for possession of the human body
scene after scene, the predator closes in on its prey
forever at odds within the realm of romance
the mystery of sex, the uneasiness
watching others taking it
standing up
(the cult value of public fornication)
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I caught Caitlyn in the penny jar looking for a nickel
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Bruce Jenner had Male thoughts about the females in his life
Male thoughts about females in general
rude, crude, negative
his penis was fond
of intercourse
Bruce Jenner was a female inside
yet, never intimate with males
a lesbian without function
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amputation
and then the augmentation
when it comes to the art
of genital oragami
Caitlyn now knows
the first cut is the deepest
but you can’t have
an unsightly lump
sticking out
of a Badgley Mischka dress
there’s no going back
from under the surgeon’s knife
🍆🔪 “OUCH!”
with your money all spent
on hormone treatments
for the rest of your life
and your once upstanding
Olympic gold medal penis 🥇
a dried flower arrangement
on your ex-wife’s mantelpiece
but at least Caitlyn
can now go clothes shopping
with the Kardashians
and gossip about girlie things
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Bruce Jenner was a two chamber predator:
(+) a male wanting to dominate women
(+) a female wanting to dominate other women
the male Bruce had an active sex life and reproduced
question is, what was the agenda of the female Bruce ?
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a suitcase of false childhood memories
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hiding his face with one hand
refusing to urinate standing up
being punished
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cleanliness
trying to hold onto cleanliness
music replaced with the noise of traffic
Caitlyn dressed completely in military insignia
the future has arrived, free of newspapers and candy
enormous amounts of energy spent
teaching me that God is different
that I must plead for my life
the miracle of God
protecting me
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without resorting
to overt zealousness
faith is my only
justification
shamelessness
the essence of boldness
void of pretence
and excuses
the past forgiven
but not forgotten
along the path to wisdom
covered in bruises
yet bathed in cleanliness
endless providence
my cup overflowing
with heavenly provision
as to why
the supernatural intervention
just desserts?
I should think not
having a natural inclination
towards rebellion
I no longer even try
seeking an answer
to that question
but I do my level best
no matter how much I cry
to turn the other cheek
whenever an infidel
or a fanatical believer
pokes me in the eye
even that junkie
that tried to stab me
whilst stealing a colour TV
or the stranger
who tried pushing me
from a city balcony
and the many more times
I’ve played over landmines
living a bit too free and easy
I have lost count
of how many times
God’s angels
have shielded me 🛡️😇
at the astonishment
of mine enemies 🤬
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Bruce was the only boy who squatted to piss
the others asked him why
Bruce replied, “It has something to do with Eden”
the happy-sad blend of Bruce/Caitlyn
———0———
A CONSTANT FLOW OF MONEY
a poor boy would have turned up dead
hit by a speeding train
———0———
MECHANICALLY STRAIGHT / CROOKED AS POSSIBLE
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happy-sad blend of Bruce/Caitlyn
chasing Swift’s limo
no matter how silent and pleasant smelling
Taylor constantly farts
leaving her compound
crossing over into the uncharted world
nothing but visible suffering
vertical people bent
VICTORY GOES TO DEATH
friends of death have their happy pillow ready
no need to wrestle or exhibit blasphemy
Death is the babysitter
that squeezed your balls
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Taylor claims that she doesn’t fear God
SHE IS FREE OF ANY ETERNAL AND UNCEASING BONDAGE
her success, fame, fortune
her banishment of struggle and fear
the happy pillow far in the future
Taylor smiles
knowing that gender hound, Caitlyn
is chasing her limo
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I truly fear
the thrusting pelvis
of Taylor Swift
up on stage
her oedipussy
in spasmodic gyration
on fire with pent up rage
like a pole dancer
on methamphetamine
is she just a high priced hooker
doing it for the money? 💰
her whole
hungry enough
to devour a man’s soul
(just ask poor Jake Gyllenhaal)
is Tay Tay to be
the ruination of a generation?
at least
her pedigree pussy 😺
is free of surgical alteration
as far as I could see 👀
with no unsightly bulge
protruding from her
sequined g-string
that only seems to have been
Caitlyn’s problem 🙈
where a hard-on would cause
a massive wardrobe malfunction
is it any wonder
Caitlyn gave her dong the gong
in pursuit of another … agenda?
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part and parcel of what I fear
vertical Michael
with his happy pillow
pockets full of keepsakes
kind words, pinkie rings
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the emergency room
in my dream hospital
is well stocked with
state of the art
pharmaceuticals
and strange alien devices
that light up
with the slightest touch
so never a frown
or need to panic
walking down corridors
with neon cubicles
overflowing with
forgotten memories
and unfinished
dream sequences
to the great dining halls
of my ancestors
full of antiquities
and priceless treasures
hidden away
in endless cupboards
all moving
in concentric circles
across graphic storyboards
connecting the past
with the future
through beckoning doors
to mystery elevators
the one thing I can trust
of which I am sure
is that my saviour
Lord Jesus
he’s always there
watching over me
watching over it all
patiently waiting
for me to discover
that love is the key 🗝️
as I quietly snore 😎💤
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Taylor Swift beckoning
“Come ride the mystery elevator”
simplification
and idealization
falsification through both eyes
nature observed
the religion of football
the stud
———0———
seed running down his leg
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BOTH PARTIES ARE SO BRAVE:
her with her little girl slit
he with his giant dong
her with her saddle horse twat
he with his inch and a half
——–what does one talk about ?
new material from the Rolling Stones
the startling potato diet
———0———
morphine under the tongue
———0———
she took off her cheap white socks
and threw them in the fireplace
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warfare in the Ukraine?
Caitlyn Jenner’s
latest evening gown?
the plight of the Armenians
fleeing Azerbaijan?
Donald Trump
and his life of crime?
I just don’t know?
What does one talk about
with only an inch and a half dong 🤔🕶️
How they wish their dong was long?
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people offer me alcohol and cigarettes
but I want peace and quiet
I want more morphine
under the tongue
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