Showing posts with label Seven Rings Of Saturn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seven Rings Of Saturn. Show all posts

Thursday, July 10, 2025

Coca Cola Poem

Coca Cola Poem

 

Photo shopped

Big breasted bikini beauties

Flowing flowers fully full

Sun beam smiles ivory white

Frolicking on sunny sand

Harmonious melody of

Seraphim and Cherubim 

Teaching the world to sing

In perfect agony

 

Commercialism

And damn aluminum litter

Like tinsel

See it glitter

Corn syrup and sugar

Satanically sweet

Corrosive acid eating enzymes

 

Cut to gulping straight from the can

The perfect pristine picture

More of deity than mortal man

The climax of a death breath

Pure satisfaction

 

See them joined hand in hand

Strolling in the Promised Land

Third Reich Aryan propaganda

Bluer eyes then the bluest skies

Ah the sweetest of lies

Is right in front of your face

Never question

What they mention

Be thankful and say grace

 

Profit is the heart of hearts

Figures rising on the charts

Sales the slickest of arts

Advertising subtle dreams

Psychological mafia strong arm

Manipulation in mild charm

Sanity screams surrender

 

Don't worry I say

Just have a Coca Cola today


 POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


Monday, May 12, 2025

Poetry Audition

Poetry Audition

 

Present to me your worse works

Your three legged dogs

Chained to a rusted Subaru

In an otherwise vacant junkyard

Make sure it is a rainy day

Full of golf ball sized hail

Smashing car windshields

With as little care as

A prostitute saying yes

Give me images trite

Like electric rainbows

Or sun beams from heaven

Boy meets girl, girl meets boy

Girl is strict neo con feminist

Boy is homosexual flaming flamingo pink

Married to make parents happy

Lived happily ever after

With fourteen children

Who says you can't change?

 

Why wouldn't I present my worse work?

My tear stained Big Mac wrappers

With scribble jotted by a straw

Using ketchup as ink

Best poem I ever wrote

Until my dog licked it up

 

Please don't rhyme that takes talent

Sonnets have been slain

The Knight of Free Verse

Bashed it's skull with his mace

So hard that the head was decapitated

It rolled down blue berry hill

To the witches' coven

As the head bounced

Plopping into the stew of evil brew

 

Aunt Agnes dressed in black

Softly remarks

"Last time I'll ever drink this stuff"

As you guessed

A dog howls at the moon

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor