A man in a tweed coat climbs the stairs,
We meet on the landing and lock eyes,
We recognize each other’s soul,
A special man who draws me in.
I feel a connection deep and sincere,
In that moment our love is real.
We reach forward to connect,
For a touch longed for so much;
But someone comes, and I hide
Him in the dark room beside me.
When I go to open the door,
He pulls me in and we embrace;
I melt in his arms for an eternity,
In the dark room,
Beside the landing,
At the top of the stairs…
Sprinting and tearing through the dandelion field while afterward every puny plant atop will have keeled over in the dead dirt and my whole body will horribly hurt however all the yellow flowers will face sorrow by the towers that stagger as I feverishly flurry in a hectic hurry across the plane of planted parasites until the whole little land will have been by my huge hand perfectly purged of those perpetrators and as for the white and cotton-like ones they will have each sickening seed subjected to blight and become rotten alike and each and every dandelion I see will be forever facing a destructive domain of debasing and if I ever encounter them by the millions in the great plains, I will hate the pains but I will surely shred a great many of the deemed dangerously damned dandelions drastically dead with the fanatical frenzy I forever feel in my heavy head as I will continue to do until my very last day for that is my vast way of living life as a being of humanity and not an obscene bout of insanity that is all about vanity but I however will stay sane and be a true being of humanity, always remember to keep calm and smash dandelions whenever possible as to prevent qualm and build up your stash of revered recollections of it all and never lose track of your glorious dandelion kill count and til death do we part with the earthly world of destructive dandelion debasement.
Chataka Never mind that I’m a brood parasite flawlessly matching the turquoise blue of babbler’s eggs never mind that I watch nonchalantly, my chicks being raised as their own I eat berries and caterpillars pressing the worms end to end to remove their guts poets build shrines where they spot me forest-dwellers watch me fly with folded hands I don’t drink earth’s water thirst is my middle name streams, rivers thunder past me but I remain parched drinking only when it rains, opening my beak wide guzzling raindrop after raindrop falling from a thousand kms above such a sublime quenching of thirst in the monsoons you have no idea how much a dry-as-bone-longing satiated by silvery droplets of water Once they caged me offered water in bowls stood defeated when I refused to sip they sprayed water on flowers, plants were relieved to note I drank dew people rejoice when I sing pray in gratitude for things that are out of their hands I, the epitome of thirst, am the harbinger of rains * Chataka – Jacobin Cuck
The first man looked at the rib girl
Who was ripped right from his chest
He said “You look cute in your birthday suit
And I really do dig your breasts.”
Then he palindromed “Madam I’m Adam!”
She said, “I’m Eve, please don’t leave!”
And soon they got up and at ‘em
And reproduced like you wouldn’t believe.
Next thing you know a talking snake
Comes slithering down a tree
He says, “Listen to me honey, this may sound funny
This fruit’ll teach ya ‘bout the birds and the bees!”
So she ate of it and kinda liked the flavor
Though it tasted just a little bit tart
He took a bite, said “Mmmm, I like!”
And it made both of them real smart .
But the old God was getting angry
“I told you not to chew on that stuff!
You’ll have to find a finer fashion designer
‘Cause that nudity ain’t gonna be enough.”
So, they cut down some nice fig leaves
Eve said, “Ya live and ya loin!”
But Adam was pissed ’cause he was missing his Miss
walking ‘round with an uncovered groin.
“What am I gonna do about you?”
Asked Adam when they made pillow talk?
“You’d better behave,” said Eve, “or I’ll say ‘me too’
And you’ll end up taking the perp walk!”
So, Adam tried to cool it
And behave just like a mensch
But he thought his gig was to be a chauvinist pig
So, Eve made him sit on the bench.
As punishment for his wayward ways
Adam was made to suffer
And spend eternity in a haze
And Eve had it even rougher
She screamed and howled when she gave birth
And was endowed with lots of feelings
And while Adam roamed freely upon the earth
Poor Eve often hit the glass ceiling.
Their descendants came, their descendants went
They made rockets and landed on the moon
They wrote books, some were crooks, some paid rent
And some sang pleasing tunes.
But Adam and Eve were simple folk
Till from that apple they did munch.
And God must still be writing jokes
‘Cause humanity’s way out to lunch.
They push, they control, they scorch the globe
They kill animals and eat ’em
So many of them are some kind of phobe
They take fellow humans, slay ’em and beat ’em.
It’s sad how they’re turning that Garden
From a paradise to a trash bin
Without so much as an “I beg your pardon”
Or admitting that that’s some kind of sin .
Well, Adam and Eve had it pretty good
they had everything they did require
They lived in a real nice neighborhood
Until they got overcome by desire.
But looking back, how could they change
Any aspect of their life?
Maybe it was all pre-arranged
A little peace, a little strife?
If you think about it,
Perhaps these two were really Neanderthals
Kind of proto-humans
Who made pictures on cave walls
A couple of primate savages
With grudges and pet peeves
Chomping on raw meat and cabbages
Our ancestors, Adam and Eve.
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