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A stranger’s note
You’re paralyzed by “libbers”,
The blue North-East and West;
You canonize the glibbest
Or vote for them, at best.
To my brainwashed friend
It’s very easy
To be in crowd;
You’re always busy,
You’re always proud.
You meet out “info”,
Restrain the truth;
So recommended
Leftist “gurus”.
Don’t be instructed
For love or hate:
Free people mustn’t
Affiliate.
A train to Socialism or
A Summer Conductor
Negligent Carter’s Era,
Fragile détente is at stake;
Who cares about chimeras?
I’m on a summer break!
Through broken car panes,
Hot smelly wind – abductor
Naughtily tickles my ears;
I’m a conductor of 20 years.
Our train moves drinkers;
My students’ crew’s at risk:
Passengers aren’t thinkers,
They’re dang “tractorists”!
We have those over 60,
Crammed into the car,
Their eyes are misty,
C’est très cauchemar.
(Oh, the US farms
Aren’t like kolkhozes
Whose normal “charms”
Include cirrhosis.)
Meanwhile, dim clashes
After midnight abated,
And smoking ashes
Ruthlessly obliterated
All, what was whiteness
Of cotton sheets.
Incarnate triteness
Snores, dreaming feats.
My fellow partner
Relieves “the guard”.
She’s sad and frightened:
“Please, be on guard”…
Her feel’s farsighted:
After a short time,
We both collided
With a rape-linked crime.
The scum is bound,
He grits ugly teeth,
We won the first round
We might say “cheese”.
“Forget, boy, your mattress,
You won’t snooze this night”,
I think to myself
And I’m terribly right.
“I am a guard, I’m Cerberus
I shouldn’t ever sleep.
Don’t let him embarrass,
Don’t let slip that creep…”
“Hey student”, he wheezes,
“If you want romance,
Remember my thesis:
They love violence.
If I were you, student,
I would strike her head
So, be rude, not prudent,
And go ahead.
You don’t believe me?
Then hear my talks.
Confirm all that, Timmy,
And you, country folks.
So, I have a lover,
Who’s gentle and cute
She’s under my power,
She’s meek like a lute.
And she loves me madly;
My sweet sexy grape,
Because I’m deadly,
And I always rape.
Her gigantic father
Lifts me with one hand.
He would kill us rather
Than rules be bent.
I know, he is brutal,
But I’m very brave,
I caught his Anuta
At a countryside rave.
She begs: Oh, my darling
This day’s not for love,
Last week, I was dying,
Aborted like a glove.
She tries, reaching ears;
I’m not patient, yet,
I don’t see those tears
I’m groping her breast.
I drag her to forests,
She tries to escape,
I find her dishonest,
Avoiding my rape.
She dives in a mere,
I’m finding a stone:
Swim here, my dear,
Regret you were born.
You’re stubborn and stupid,
And so get my strike.
Her arm hangs droopy,
She moans, which I like.
Swim here, you, honey,
I’m roaring again,
I love blood, my sunny,
Let’s finish the game.
She begs me: oh, spare…
I’m tough like an axe,
For her that’s a nightmare,
For me - lovely sex.
My next stone is thrown,
It hits on her head,
Red bubbles, she moans…
Grass is a cute bed.
I tell you: she loves me
For her I am solar.
Agree, fellow Timmy?
Think, gullible scholar!”
P.S.
Routinely, such scumbags
Lean towards the “commies”,
As well as “pragmatics” in States.
Two words of those cronies:
McGovern and Fulbright,
The “tolerant libbers”,
Connived the night,
Oh, those demagogues-glibbers.
Jim Carter, Bill Clinton,
Then - Nancy Kolkhozi
Bureaucracy, taxes, and bribes,
Betrayal of Israel, Bono, and Ozzy,
And “pro-Palestinian” vibes…
Huge train, it’s not empty,
There’re boiling reactors…
I’m older than 20…
Who bribes new conductors???
Club vs. Massachusetts, or balls and holes
“Every progressive agent or movement presumed to
be innocent until full destruction of the country.”
(The non-manufacturing (“liberal”) businesses’ mantra)
“Any absurdity should be brought to perfection.”
(The prosperous lawyers’ wisdom)
Illary Linton era,
Year 2010,
The courtroom power bearers,
They tower, wrapped-in-mantle men.
“Come away, you, golf guy,
Tell us about the nuisance;
Speak, don’t be so shy;
We understand your impuissance.”
“Well, as you know I’m a golfer.
So, I’ve a golf partner;
He’s nice, he plays fair,
But, yes, we don’t have an affair.
We are wine in a same glass,
Nothing can separate us;
We enjoy playing together
Both at sunny and rainy weather.
Since my kids don’t esteem us,
All my courts and marvelous clubs,
I want Him, my golf-friend, to inherit.
So, we need benefits as if married.”
“Oh, let’s look for a social issue.
We must build a judicial tissue,
I guess, both of you are “same-sexed”,
Otherwise, your case would be perplexed.”
“I’ve read that in Frogia and Trance,
In a similar circumstance,
They decided in favor of couples:
As policemen as criminal partners.”
“Now I see much better your point;
Foreign judgments, even those disjointed,
Are of greatest importance for us.
Beaujolais, Advocaat and Schnapps…
Tell us whether your cause wounds
Someone’s values, or, let’s say, feelings?”
“No, your honor, our code’s strict…”
“Mr. Club, think before you speak!!
Stand up! Here is my decision;
Though you don’t meet a provision
That a case must add hullabaloo
To sustain the business … You follow?
Yet, philistine morals will be shaken
For the suing industry sake, and
Hereby, you can marry, golf boys,
Kiss your clubs; raise for Linton your voice!
Congratulations, sport loving guys!
Now, we have another hearing. Good bye!
NEXT: people of cool blood and courage:
The case of necrofilian poly-marriage”…
* * *
Dandruff of “liberal” ideas
That shackles intellect and justice
Blights both: our dear ones
And those who profit from the “practice”.
* * *
Fall in love with your murderer, boy,
Let him savor your liver and tongue,
Don’t respond to offense, but enjoy.
“Shma, Israel”*, such a “liberal” song.
*”Listen, Israel” – a quote from the Bible
Groan from Taxachussets
When the Liberty-Kids faced new taxes,
They intended the long–term riots;
But Grand-grand-kids are spineless & waxen:
They succumb to tax lifting priors.
Why “the rest of the World” is harshly steering?
‘Cause US lost its vim to diffusion.
Where now we are pioneering?
Feminism? Overweighting? Confusion…?
Jesse Jackson instead of Sir Morgan,
H.R. Clinton in place of Longfellow…
Top invention means now “evasion”;
Edison has been creamed by law fellow.
Education just since kindergartens
Is “well-guided” by leftist constrictors;
Kids are taught to pay for the rope
To be hanged, in particular districts.
I am not a moralist-chiropractor,
Neither am I a thoughtless appeaser;
Buddies, let’s localize the factors
Those are turning us to communism.
This cool night, warmed by
the perfect tomatoes with tiny nipples,
I missed you
***
A reactionary fanatic,
with his liver eaten by intellectuals,
was hanged safely…
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Originally Posted by Shtirliz
