The Incontinence of Kayne West A man desperately craving attention Has done it again This time he has gone Ye Ye all over himself! Robert K. Stephen
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RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): The Good Old Days When the Berlin Wall Was Standing
The Good Old Days When the Berlin Wall Was Standing Being a Party member is a daunting responsibility Although being truthful the proletarian view us with undeserved hostility Daring to compare us to a new sort of nobility What a scheming lack of capitalist civility! We serve our mighty land and people Merely a shortContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): The Good Old Days When the Berlin Wall Was Standing”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Big Bird a Member of Hitler Youth (Covid Memories)
Big Bird a Member of Hitler Youth (COVID MEMORIES) Yes, a cute and a seemingly innocent and loveable character is Big Bird But seemed recently to choke on a big less than impartial turd saying on 6November in a Twitter Tweet “get vaccinated and be safe” On my ass his comments chafe He will soonContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Big Bird a Member of Hitler Youth (Covid Memories)”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Are We Looking at the End of the World? (COVID MEMORIES)
Are We Looking at the End of the World? (COVID MEMORIES) Contemplating Omicron is the end of it Personally, I say this is but the beginning of this shit Just you wait until Ebola morphs into the grand plague Coming from those poor than poorer African countries it could be said colonizers raped And justContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Are We Looking at the End of the World? (COVID MEMORIES)”
RKS British Literature: The King’s Justice Worth No More Than a Roast Pippin (Henry Gilbert)
‘Softly, good marshal,’ replied Robin with a laugh. ‘Ye know who I am, and ye know that I reckon the king’s justice or his marshal at no more worth than a roast pippin. Thy justice!’. He laughed scornfully. ‘What is it? A thing ye sell to the rich lords and the evil-living prelates, while youContinue reading “RKS British Literature: The King’s Justice Worth No More Than a Roast Pippin (Henry Gilbert)”
RKS LITERATURE: “I Hate and I Love”: Bright White Teeth Cleaned by Urine
Because he has bright white teeth Egnatius whips out a tooth flash on all possible & impossible) occasions. You’re in court. Counsel for defence concludes a moving peroration (Grin.) At a funeral, on all sides heartbroken mothers weep for only sons. (Grin.) Where, when, whatever the place or time – grin. It could be aContinue reading “RKS LITERATURE: “I Hate and I Love”: Bright White Teeth Cleaned by Urine”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds):A Certain President and Dementia
A Certain President and Dementia No, I am not referring to “Sleepy Joe” It is so inappropriate and cruel to mock those suffering from dementia and strange proteins on the brain As recently seen a well-known comedian hawking virtual cards featuring the Orange Toad Having great chuckles about the master deal making businessman specializing inContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds):A Certain President and Dementia”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Scraping the Bottom of the Ajvar Jar
Scraping the Bottom of the Ajvar Jar The beady eyed one like LBJ can’t end it with a victory in a last ditched effort turns to the Supreme Leader for arms and cannon fodder to further the holy war of unification a blessed return to historical oppression so while the Grand Leader supplies scads ofContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Scraping the Bottom of the Ajvar Jar”
RKS British Literature: A Great Fear and Dread of the Forest (Henry Gilbert)
The forest he had heard was a place of dread, for the other villeins had told terrible tales. Of monsters who flew by night and hid in dark thickets by day to snap up unwary travellers; of hills from whose tops at night the glow of fire shone forth, and within which little dark elvesContinue reading “RKS British Literature: A Great Fear and Dread of the Forest (Henry Gilbert)”
RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Toronto Hijacked Yet Again but Don’t You Dare Criticize
Toronto Hijacked Yet Again but Don’t You Dare Criticize Bike lane tyranny where the miniscule lord over the many and unlike the Lord brazenly give fingers to motorists while breaking all laws known to cyclists Charity runs clogging city streets and expressways Charity walks all over the place “for a noble but perhaps obscure cause”Continue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology (All We Get Are The Coffee Grinds): Toronto Hijacked Yet Again but Don’t You Dare Criticize”
