Poetry Corner: “Go west young man”

Go west young man

gasping
retching
tumbles rivers of foamy beer
spilling to the pavement
encircling rivers of half digested macaroni
while its stumbling moaning creator
wends homeward to bed
and
ready to leap like a tiger upon its unprepared toilers
tomorrow

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “Cheap Eats”

Cheap Eats

Bill and Mona went to ********* for the all American meal
disguised cereal
hamburgers, fries and shakes
it weren’t but minutes later that Bill was seized by the shakes
and Moana began to groana
apparently the deal on a great meal
made their stomachs scream for an appeal
the pain became impossible to beat
and shortly after the ambulance took them to a treatment centre
stomachs being emptied by a cruel looking machine
and the goo that emerged looked ever so mean
the moral of the story is even if you get back change from a five dollar
you are going to be sick and holler
but if you insist on not taking my word
and being a total nerd
make sure if you eat at ******* regularly
to soon reserve a place at your local cemetery

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “The historians”

The historians

contained in the pens
the scribes of rulers
attend to the justifications of the slaughter
one by one or by the thousands

throats slit and bodies thrown on the hooks
and guilty historians white lie in the books
justify the hero crooks

blind to the fact that millions were took
by Google, Facebook, Livingstone and Cook

Poetry Corner: “Time for a recovery at a rest home”

Time for recovery at a rest home

President interrupted
was that the name of that Angelina Jolie movie?
In any case the patriots failed to rescue him
a self anointed political Lord Jim
with a intellectual fortitude quite dim
and too many Kentucky Fried chicken dinners on Air Force One was him less than slim
the master of politically inoffensive gems like the “Kung Flu Virus”
caused fury up the Chinese sinus
the countless mask and unsocially distanced rallies
causing great death tallies
A hero at Fox
to America ultimately a pox
the insatiable quest for power
caused the spineless Republicans to cower
the mocking of all opponents like Sleepy Joe
caused him to flounder in a sickly dough
his attacks on Fauci
were more than grouchy
when did he become unhinged
that led him ultimately to be conclusively politically singed
was the call to insurrection
that so clearly shouted out his lack of obtaining an……..
impeachment or article 25 of the Constitution
a cleansing American ablution
He is resting comfortably in a happy home
safe and sound eating white rice with sirloin that has been ground
and his fascist plans unwound

so what is his legacy?
will he live on and be admired by gangs of disillusioned right wing thugs?
or disgraced by smiling Democratic hugs?

Please keep him away from the bleach
for he has much for history to teach!

Hey I am Canadian so what do I know
I just was brainwashed by a CNN show!

Robert K. Stephen


Poetry Corner: “Vietnamese War Memories”

Vietnamese War Memories

Sleek
and
silent
the B52 birds knife up through the dense tropical air
and when over their target spawn the eggs of their doom
upon the unsuspecting below
but the unofficial mission leaks to the Fifth Estate
“NAPALM BURNS AND MAIMS 700”

In a private conference the generals are most perturbed
and shout “God Damned press bastards”

Millions with but a temporary interest
gobble down the evening news over Swanson TV dinners
and agree with the generals
that it was the gooks, commies and Cong
with their propaganda machine

The Smiths and Jones thought all this deserved less attention
after all war is war
and they switch to “Rat Patrol” or “Hogan’s Heroes”
where war will always be fun and
Painless

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch”

What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch

You slave for whatever dignity the weekly pay affords
Yes sir!
No sir!
And if you are lucky a pittance of a pension comes your way

Retire and read the paper all day
and stretch that cat food all the way

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “Was it better in the old country?’

Was it better in the old country?

We were in a cab last night
I was staring at the meter intently uptight
while the driver was talking to you
of stories of love and wine

Ah…..the girls of his youth
in the old country
many grey hairs less

Robert K. Stephen