You need to take stock
Your time is fast running out
And so are your friends

Triumphant entry
What is the US record?
How well will it read?
-
The Military
Will history judge it right?
Or will the truth out

Dear Ones Lost, Etern
Non-Forgave, Lasting
Only For Deceit

The sparkle-stone sky
keeps thoughts, never to
say, of the lost tide.

Who got caught then?
You done servicing comrades?
Go service yourself!

The ability
To dance, to seduce, have fun
Lacking in your life?
*
Try military
You can service your comrades
And your country too

Well, well, is that you?
A Student of Artificial insemination
Via the ear canal

Military might
Your still spoiling for a fight
You go fly a kite

It

Rains the thing we hate
World water shortage my arse
Should try living here

Just the other day
I was anally raped by
A great big black man

Oncidium papilio kramerianum
Psychopsis papilio
They don't know they made a haiku
(To Janis)

Haiku too brief for
Dionysian Dithyramb;
Need an epic board

The bright aqua sky
Has nothing to say of the
ever turning tide

Another short verse
To replace a spam bot ad
Springtime comes quickly

peach blossoms in bloom
with their bright purpleish hue
orchards of beauty

Slay Richard Simmons
Soliciting HOMOcide
Predicate felon

CONSPIRACY THEORY
-
CIA's to blame.
9-11 was their job.
No Arabs involved.
-
They killed Kennedy.
Oswald was just a patsy.
More than one gunman!
-
Were there moon andings?
It was faked in Nevada.
Witnesses vanished.
-
Captured UFOs?
Government keeps them hidden
in secret hangars.
-
Contrails cross the sky.
Spreading out mind-control drugs.
Messing with my head!
-
Folks think I'm crazy,
but I really know the facts.
It's so obvious.
-
The truth is out there.
It's all a conspiracy.
Just a cover-up.

Jimmy Savile rules
Now then now then guys and gals
Eeurgh eeurgh eeurgh eeurgh eeurgh

inco-ordinate
anonymous once again
hit the wrong button

nippress in da house
shakin' thuh spanish bootie
set us up the bomb

Apparently, you're
perfect, and your (mystery)
country is too. Sweet!

the best way to keep
your word is to simply not
ever give your word

death's overrated
what is all the fuss about?
will happen sometime

Bunny rabbits run
Through the green grass of the spring
Lovely cotton tails

Oh the spring flowers
How merily they emerge
From winter's tight grip

Lovely Unicorn
Your majestic horn protrudes
From your noble head

Military might;
My love for kittens and their
Soft fur makes me blush

Clear on what I think
Not blinded by my anger
Take a look at yours
-
What makes world angry
Is your countries attitude
To rest of the world
-
Also your own poor
And you

unable to think

prance across
summer study room
ice-creams

Which hour is longest?
Monday's first or Friday's last?
Time is relative.

Biking across town
Got to make it home in time
Ice cream is melting.

He who rocked the boat
must pay
In stones or happiness

KOC man said 17 black girls
for that old Milo
Poor soul rots in Serbia

Angry bullies
no remorse
KOC is at your doors

KOC, where the fun is at
if you don't fuck somebody
Call it a day on yourself
***
He said it, shut the fuck up
No, he said it
Shut up your fukin yapper

When Knights of Columbus are having fun
Then the bastard must go to Serbia
Is that true, ditto

Vacant palaver
Nary a trenchant riposte
Discourse with dummkopfs

Your country: want to
show it's possible to know
sans insulting it.
*
Your anger blinds you.
Stereotyping: so sad.
Maybe you'll mature.

Conundrum for me
Back to old lover or new
I really want them both

So still reading me
You want to know my country
Oh can

Complicated rhymes
Are a good reason to boast
But not Limericks
*
Lowbrow limericks
Are fun to write when you

btw, Italo American pizza tastes like shit
Between Italian and Greek
Go ahead and make your own

ITALIANS LIKE TO JUDGE: ASK JESUS
LIKE TO SELL GOOD RIDES
AND FUCK ELSE'S WIVES : ASK G BARBERA

You wrote Nantucket
I would guess there

Hope there is a God
beside you GB
And a good supply of spare hubcaps

***

Hope the ones you returned to me
Are back at you
Along with the horns
right back at you
Be blessed by the Pope
Be blessed by the Pope
Sorry

G Barbera
Rock on
Fuck my wife

***

G Barbera

Many happy sales
Many happy returns
To my wife

***

Italian son of a bitch
Plain coward
Without MAFIA clan support

the land of the free
america oh america
but serbs do free verse

History's course: some
bright, mostly dark and brutal.
We've had it easy.