How about some pious poetry for Good Friday?
6 months ago
Hey diddle diddle…
To that Jew in the middle…
They let Barabbas go…
But never fear…
They don’t know that you’re queer…
And on Easter you’ll be dolled up so!
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Ignorance is bliss
8 months ago
Snow falls and covers all
A fresh canvas of white
First seen appears so clean
A foreign novelty for those from elsewhere
A harsh hindrance for the initiated local
How soon we ignore beauty and search for a defect
Step back and breathe
Step back and see
The wonder nature has bestowed upon thee
A little Jew born in a barn…
Wise men around, what is the harm?
Get rid of the sow, the ass and the cow…
Here come the muslims to blow up the farm…
A closer look
1 year ago
I need a closer look.
This can’t be true.
Uncle Enore’s
channeling who?
Mr Jimmy Hoffa?
That dude’s dead!
Gotta pull my eyes
right outa my head.
There, that’s the ticket
clear as can be
pulled out my eyes
so I could see
Uncle Enore
speakin with the dead
made me pull my eyes
right outa my head!
A ‘lil history first. She ALWAYS get the Curse every Christmas it seems. Last year, a dead pet mouse came on the scene. Then the poor dear was blessed with a bladder infection. I wrote this as if I were my Uncle telling the story...
Here it is…
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, especially not the dead mouse.
The stockings were slung on the shelf covered with hair,
In hopes that the cats couldn’t reach them up there.
The children were jumping all over their beds,
While anything handy was thrown at their heads.
And mamma in her sweats and me in my briefs,
Had just settled down to a drug induced sleep.
When out in the bathroom there arose such a squeal,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the deal.
Away to the bathroom I ran like a demon,
Flung open the door and yes…dared to peek in.
The moon on her breasts that were hanging so low
Gave proof to what breast feeding causes, you know.
When, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a handful of pills washed down by 8 beers.
With a scrunched up face, so deathly and sick,
I knew in a moment it must be THE BITCH.
More rapid than eagles her menstrual cramps came,
And she screamed and shouted and called me some names!
“Hey Fucktard! You Dickweed, then Bastard… the vixon…
Even said that I looked like Richard M Nixon?
From the top of her voice I heard her inquire,
“Where’s the vagisil dammit, I’m pissing out fire!”
As dried up ho’s go down on their johns,
When they meet in hotels and give them blow jobs.
So up her hoo ha, the menstrual cramps flew,
With a fistful of tampons and some maxi pads too.
And then, when she lay cringing, in a wad on the floor
I tried to back up and sneak out of the door.
But I tripped on her head, and fell into the wall,
That’s when she gave me a big swift kick in the balls.
She was dressed in her sweats and an old crappy t-shirt,
And her clothes were all wrinkled and covered in dirt.
A shit-load of toys she had slung in a sack,
She said “These kids are rotten, I’m taking these back!
Her eyes-how they glazed! Her pimples like berries!
Her cheeks were like basketballs, her nostrils were hairy!
Her big old fat mouth was sucked in like a ho’,
And the beard on her chin, well… oncoming menopause, you know.
The butt of a cig she held tight in her false teeth,
And the smoke, well it choked me, I could barely breathe.
She had a red face and a big ol’ round belly,
That shook when he cried, “where’s the petroleum jelly?”
She wasn’t chubby or plump, except for her gut,
And I cringed when I saw her, “Why’d I marry this nut?“
A poke in the eye and a jerk of my head,
Soon gave me to know I had so much to dread.
She spoke not a good word, even called me a prick,
And crammed all the stockings, with coal and some sticks.
And sticking her finger right up her nose,
She started to nod… YES! She’s starting to doze!
I sprang to my feet, to my dog gave a whistle,
And away we both flew like we’d sat on a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ‘ere he crept out of sight,
“Christmas sucks, this has been a hell of a night!”
Pajodama is home and off
Something to believe in.
1 year ago
If I don’t believe in Jesus, how can I believe the Pope
If I don’t believe in heroin, how can I believe in dope
If there’s nothing but survival, how can I believe in sin
In a world that gives you nothing
We need something to believe in
(Bon Jovi)
I feel all religious this morning...
1 year ago
There once was a jew on a cross…
Whose death was really no loss…
On one side Barabass…
And some other badass…
In the end he showed ‘em who’s boss…
They joined as one
1 year ago
to swallow the sun
Bound together
with purpose and might
Jealous even of the
star’s pale light
creating their own
with each lightning strike
