“Father” by Edgar Guest – A Poem

Father By Edgar Guest My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts, He has a simple plan; But if the furnace needs repairs, We have to hire a man. My father, in … Continue reading “Father” by Edgar Guest – A Poem

Ever Since They Outlawed Sin

The witches used to bother me Temptation was a scourge Now weekly they have trials And my neighbors go t' purge If you feel a bit funny They dunk her nice and deep If she drowns she's saved, forgive us If she comes back up, she' weak So we burn those who dare cross us … Continue reading Ever Since They Outlawed Sin

SOON You Will Know That YOU Are SANE (You’re On Top of The World Again) – The Time Is Right For Making Promises to Your MADNESS

STAY A WHILE. DRINK SOME OF THIS TIGER MILK. GROW STRONG. WE NEED YOU STRONG. THERE IS MUCH WORK TO BE DONE. DRINK SOME OF THIS, IN A WEEK, YOU'LL HAVE WINGS ON YOUR FEET. Rick Grimes claims he was saved by crazed fascist with baseball bat by stray tiger. the head said that you … Continue reading SOON You Will Know That YOU Are SANE (You’re On Top of The World Again) – The Time Is Right For Making Promises to Your MADNESS

The Parable of the Barefoot Mermaid Sex Dream At the Hot Air Balloon Race

All of this transpired while I was deep asleep in a frustrated parody of rest dying alone at the bottom of the world while my couch was trying to eat me. Daring to lie upon her, the crime of touching base with the world without being fully in love with her, I think that is … Continue reading The Parable of the Barefoot Mermaid Sex Dream At the Hot Air Balloon Race

Here’s Lookin’ At Me – A Poem By Cypress Butane

Women are vacuums. They thrive on pain. Ilsa Lund was a liar for love. She had it all. She started the war. She was always wet in the eyes. It's all "We'll always have Paris", but I never got to make a spare key. At my place everyone knows my name. But they don't know … Continue reading Here’s Lookin’ At Me – A Poem By Cypress Butane

Trump’s ‘Truth Social’ App Branding and Name Raise Questions About the Nature of Truth and Communication in Our Age – Is All Truth ‘Social’ Or Are Some Truths Purely Private and Individual – As Well as Questions Like “How Many Times Do We Need to Call A Developing Mind the N Word to Properly Nurture Them Into Healthy Social Interaction?”

My initial posts on my Truth Social Account 'SadClownPoet69' Where I posted my favorite poems by Robert Frost and Emily Dickenson were well received. I was called 'f*g', 'p*ssy', and though I am white 'n*****' by over 46 separate accounts each. I am enjoying the app so far and glad to be having these social … Continue reading Trump’s ‘Truth Social’ App Branding and Name Raise Questions About the Nature of Truth and Communication in Our Age – Is All Truth ‘Social’ Or Are Some Truths Purely Private and Individual – As Well as Questions Like “How Many Times Do We Need to Call A Developing Mind the N Word to Properly Nurture Them Into Healthy Social Interaction?”

I May Be A Liar, But I Ain’t No Snitch… – News From the Front of My War With Kim Kardashian’s Ass and The Broken Internet I Have To Return to Marcellus Wallace Before I Quit This Bad Business

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alQ8ZyJXTI0 Never Listened to Kanye, But I Remember the Review She Once Wrote 'Half way through I was like, Ok bro, I get it - your dick's down my throat' What I love most about mental illness presenting in the popular cult? The boys are back in town, and I don't feel so alone - … Continue reading I May Be A Liar, But I Ain’t No Snitch… – News From the Front of My War With Kim Kardashian’s Ass and The Broken Internet I Have To Return to Marcellus Wallace Before I Quit This Bad Business

In a Cold Sweat Feeling the Worst I Prolly Ever Felt, I Got Out of the House and Ordered my Favorite Thing At the Chinese Place Near My Old House

And the lady at the counter with whom I have this fun repore says "You look good" so, you know... score! If I wake up in the dumbster and sleep more erratically, Spend more time begging for fresh air and downpour The doctor asks and I say 'Like I said I don't think it's some … Continue reading In a Cold Sweat Feeling the Worst I Prolly Ever Felt, I Got Out of the House and Ordered my Favorite Thing At the Chinese Place Near My Old House

My Boy Jesus and I Hit this New Club the Eye of the Needle

Some pig fuck at the door says we cant bring our camel Some kind of discriminating red velvet deal, right We set a trash fire in the lot Say yo camel we got it Slit his throat and drank up - cooked that long traveled companion Shared it be BBQ style all night with all … Continue reading My Boy Jesus and I Hit this New Club the Eye of the Needle