At Least He Is Not The Messiah. Ode To Donald J. Trump.

Where a positive is a negative and a negative is a positive politics rolls.
At least he is not the messiah. Donald J. Trump Rules.
Cool dude. Stop communist global warming. Make America Great Again.
Hamburger , Hot dog, Apple pie, mass deportation.  Have a magical dreaming of a Trump Christmas.

A Grave And Final Resting Place For Poetry

Poetry is dead, they said, in the cemetery engraved on a very large granite stone. The ghosts of poems buried there are as mute as I am deaf to them.

PEOPLE ARE STARVING FOR THAT RICE IN INDIA....

Went to Costco.
Bought a giant size double packet of Indian lemon rice.
Served it to friends and they said they could not eat it.
Tasted horrible.
I said if you don't eat the rice you can't have anything else to eat....
People are starving in India for that rice.

The president explodes an F-bomb in the Whitehouse. It gets leaked and it goes totally viral which would seem unprecedented for the president. There are so many F words that rhyme its like Richard Pryor on a flaming pyre. And what a relief, presidential power only increases with much improved poll numbers. "Fuk Yeah" is the headline on the cover of the New York Times. The world is new and improved by a bomb for the very first time.

The True Meaning Of Life

The True Meaning of Life is a ticking time bomb
Living fast and then going plop.

Mary Had A Little Drone....OH NO!

Mary had a little drone following from above her everywhere she goes.
Mary had a little drone watching her every move
And everywhere that Mary went, the drone was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day, which was against the rules;
It made the children cry and stare, to see a drone flying above the school.
And so the teacher tried to shoot it down with an anti drone missile, but still it lingered near, And waited patiently about till Mary did appear.
"Why does the drone follow Mary so?" the eager children cry; "Why, Mary fears the drone, you know" the teacher did reply:
Mary's dad an Obama foe .

Mary's school was blown up a minute later and then it flew back home to blow up Mom and Dad...

All American Psycho Gun Poem:

Gime a gun
Gime a gun
I want to have some fun
Gime a gun
Gime a gun
Just for fun
Gime a gun
Gime a gun
I want to shoot someone.

Where The Streets Are Paved With BS

Washington , DC, The city where demand exceeds supply for BS
So much in demand and never enough bulls to supply the need in a city
where the dreams of each according to his needs is the grandest motivation
that the streets are paved with BS and then it has to rain and the BS flows
away into the River.  Why such a predicament.  Ordinary BS is free and ubiquitous
...except in Washington, DC where the substance has to be procured at the highest possible costs
No tax is high enough to afford enough of the stuff. No expense is beyond reason to pile it into
government offices , to pave the streets, to build monuments and such.  What big government dreams are made of converting what ever is valuable to pure unadulterated BS in massive quantities.

I would like to have you for dinner.

"I would like to have you for dinner", said President Obama to the chow dog.
"We would really love to have you at the Whitehouse."
"What is on the menu?" says the chow dog?
"Delicious dog food cooked to perfection. Can I get your RSVP to this invitation?"

Birds of Prayer.

Ornithalism is that just for the birds of prayer?...a wing and a prayer! Winging it.
Birds of a feather pray together.

Dog Watching Dog....

Dog Watching Dog...
Watching Dog....
Watching Dog...
Watching Dog...

Watch Dogs.

Where?

I am here.
Here is There.
Anywhere
Everywhere.

In A Dog Eat Dog Presidential Race.

In a dog eat dog presidential race. Who eats the dog? What does it taste like?

Ocean of words sea of poetry....

An Ocean of poetry....
Swimming in a sea of words

Simon says Again...

Simon says...

Touch your toes to your nose.
Waive your ears.
Sit on your rear.

Loroxiphine by Seuss Pharmacuticals The little organge pills that turn you green.

Up on the top of my head is a little red man.
Who are you and what are you doing on top of my head?
I am helping you think, that's who I am.
You are thinking you don't like someone so small and red in your hair?
Exactly.
... Well Then just takes two of these Dr Seuss Pharmacutical Pills and I will turn from Red to Green.
Oh Yes, that will make a lot of sense.
With You on top of my head it's no wonder I am thinking so well.

If I was a paradox...

If I were a paradox what would I mean?
Confusion or something not understood?

What if the world was really flat?

Thinking in logical terms and being perfectly logical,
If the world was flat,
You and I would be perfectly flat too.

3D Poem

I think i invented voidology and may have also invented dimensionality in thinking or is it dementia

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... a poet mercenary.

Make poems not war. The US department of poetry has it's official mission to make poems not war. Get a job there as a poet mercenary.

This poem tastes like a ham sandwich.

that's the poem. I don't eat meat.

TIME GOES BY

YESTERDAY WAS TOMORROW ALREADY!

I Like To Rhyme.

 A rhyme in time saves nine. Rhyming is like a mime but not so quiet.  You take a fresh lime and you make it rhyme with a little thyme and bake it in the oven  If you prefer you can just fry it in lard or slime.  If you suck the baked lime it should definitely rhyme.  One must take the time for proper rhymes.  Life's too short not to rhyme.  Its a very fair thing to  treat the mind to rhymes.  I rhyme with me and me rhymes with I.  What if the two of us rhyme can we rhyme each other?  Your rhyme or mine?

Baked, Fried, Microwaved Literary Recipe...

Recipe: Gently whisk one cup of grammar with select words and spices in to fluff.
Splatter fluff on to a verb-safe baking pan. Sprinkle with adverbs.  Place in Microwave oven set on
'high lust'.  Bake in the microwave oven until it blows up, ruins your life ,destroys the planet.   Fresh baked poetry. Tastes better than butter.

"I know great poetry when I see it."

I know great poetry.   It makes me dizzy.  Until I start to vomit. --Lex Loeb 2011

Oh no in the public Library.

What could be worse?  Found the Anthology of Nazi Poetry in The public library.

"I fell asleep , woke up catharsis...."

I fell asleep , woke up , saw my reflection only to realize i am a goldfish in a fish bowl.  --Lex Loeb 2011

Flying High, Flying by....

Flying High . Flying Over.  Flying by.  Fly Poetry Airlines..  Jet Verse.  Lex Loeb 2011

"My Poetry Will Follow Me To The Grave..."

My poetry will follow me to the grave unless i am cremated in which case it will be ethereal.  Lex Loeb 2011