The Supernatural Forces of Her Ass

"I have mangled and twisted the remnants of an academic poem."

                                                                        ~Charlie Sheen

“The absence of her ass, wrote George Who-Gives-a- Fuck,

Is greater, and more divine, than her ass

(Yes, this idea makes no sense.)

This is an idea her ass might have come up with

If she had been French and worried

About how to make it through

The nude bottom of the twentieth century; do you want her ass

If I take it away, will you want her ass more?”

“Or will you forget?  That’s the problem

With absence, her ass leaves itself open

To so much; supernatural forces 

For example; the glowing lights of her ass

Out which aliens appear like the ropes or

Like anorexic people.  Let us help you,

They say, although of course they never speak 'ass' 
they simply think 'ass.'”

Hot and uncomfortable the people scream 
Because when the aliens show up
It is scary.  We are still not used to the Mexican or
The black.  

“Once they just wanted to take over the planet of her ass

Now they feel sorry for us,

Kindly molesting her ass like the ocean mists…

Then her ass must have really felt it when she chose

To retire into the  silence of the

'No more threats of her ass.'
  No more angels, either, fucker

Only these lost people  on the alien ships, come back

To startle us, and vanish like her ass”

Ode to Willard Mitt Romney

Willard Romney brings out the romantic greeting card poet in me, sitting under a tree, composing my effluent verse while gently caressing the gentle dew drop of a new born kitten/ driving my welfare socialist soul like the grapes of wrath that yearns for sweet release...

O, Will, remember the days
Before all the negative publicity tore up your miss-understood genitals
Six degrees from the Iowa Caucus?
O, Will, you reached out, with gifts and kind salient whispers of routing numbers that indicated Cayman Island Charities to yourself

Why? Willard? Why is the world so mean?
Why don’t they just take you at your word? 
When you are the golden goose of Job Creation?
Everything you touch 
Turns into minimum wage somewhere else like
China and Illinois
Breaking up Union Stella 
Like a night at the Theater of Romney! 

This world may never complete their cruel digressions

If they only understood who you truly are in your heart!
They would fall down and worship you as your Lord and Savior,
Like it was when your Father was living in Mexico
To avoid prosecution for polygamy 
And other things
Polite Yahoo society cannot mention

Of a man who tried to save Republicans the notorious efforts of attempted covenants
That symbolizes the pure soul inside you!
Of a Story of a Mormon of his Flag and Apple Pie!

O Will, God and Joseph Smith bless you, and do not let the Liberal philistines shake
The temple of you blessed worship
Where the underlings of society 
Stumble and turn on their 
Welfare heels, O Will, my Will, how lovely your visage in the warm internet glow
Soothing my nerves like a drink or two at the piano bar where the 
Washed out drunks like to come for refreshments and sexual intercourse
Like a one parent family
And a topless Picture of Ann Coulter

Psalm of America

O Corporate Conservative Jesus, thou art my Lawyer; I shall not want.
You argue my case before the Lord
You clear me of any responsibility
You make me to lie down in first class hotels
You lead me to the finest restaurants
You build my money with a first class portfolio
You restore my credit and set me on the steps of wealth
My house is filled with the labor of the sinner
I shop for bargains on the backs of the poor
My bed is soft and warm, and far from the battlefield!
Yea, though I drive my Mercedes in the Valley of the Shadow of Liberalism,
I will fear no black, woman,
Or homosexual, for thou art with me; my sex toys and mistresses comfort me.

You prepare a table for my family 
and exclude the homeless, the garbage of humanity,
illegal Mexicans and the leftist media conspiracy
You line my pockets with low interest credit cards;
You bestow upon me the fruits of insider trading
And purchase the votes of Senators and Representatives
You fill my eyes with High Definition Television,
Nintendo and Sports Channels

I make my appearance in the Churches
And everyone listens to my prayers
My holy supplications rise to heaven
And are heard on every radio station

I wear the finest garments
For corporate American white Jesus is with me
My belly spills over my belt
And my bank accounts are safe
From being taxed in offshore havens
For corporate neo-con Christ Jesus is with me
And I will never pay taxes


Reader Responses!

Obstructionists = gop: Oh my god. You nailed it...bravo! This needs to be copied and posted everywhere. It epitomizes the Republican neocons to a Tee!

MsAleze: Nice work.


Gemstone: Glad you are in training for Hell. Study hard.

Wave the Flag!

And then the church had a church type outing and raised money

For our brothers and sisters to encourage pay incentive 

The good old time making war values money against the enemy!

And then some commercial between it, and next, they praise us

After all!  The brothers and sisters in the television having a war!

So it is well known, waves the flag!  We are war heroes!

We go to the war movies, with our voting awareness information!

However, then, at the war movie place, the other side started cheating.

And then some, including at the church, who were not as much

Smiling anymore said, foul, time out!  Those dirty  players keep playing

Hide and seek style and not good old proven soldier to soldier style

Our side suffers from more bullet holes square to the noggin!

And so it turns out it was our dearly held office space organizer all this time

Who are the responsible ones along with bigger desks and fancy parties? 

Who said they would look into it and hold those accountable

In the name of justice, truth, and liberty for the right side players returning

The missing digits and minds. Get this! They were forced, as it turns out

Doing it for less pay incentive than the other side who

Observed not the proper ordinance of all things meek and mild,

On such and such an occasion, rules, lists, lobbies, and lunch

Now finally settled, must be good enough for even an office space

Organizers in the great office of our East! Perhaps, also it would 

Fit well with the grand office space organizer of the empire, maybe?

I have hopes and dreams to fellas!

It was just supposed to be that one night

With her and me and each man’s

Constant life-companion lust--

She got the wind in the wrong direction

 Conspiracy approaches like a bandit!  

It was never in terms I can understand

And told to me what went wrong

For me, for no-good reason

Just spacing out

From my fellows of the crowd           

Now I am supposed to keep shops for the helpless?

Me, a father so loved

Those thoughts were almost born of this head      

Nevertheless, The morning after pills came.

I am done with that thinking business. 

The Anti-Christ

 
Then will be taken from the doctrine of the bedchamber:
I know the works, and so did my Jesus garment,
And Satan has not denied my faithful martyr,
Who taught Balaam, whose daughters are even?
Now dead.  Then came behind Jesus, Satan
And so did his garden within him, saying,

“When the pharisees fast,
When the spirits say to the televisions:
idols, fingers, toes, and vaginal walls,
And I give him an ear
What the sword of my mouth sprinkles.”

When the spirits say to the churches: “To him that has 
His Jesus garments, and so did his garden within him say
Why do we, and they teach?”

Then came behind the churches, Satan saying:

"If I may place my hand upon her--if I may place my hand upon her–
And so did my disciples fast, but the Children of Israel,
Eating of the Space of these Things: shrimp, Red Lobsters, clam diggers,
Against me and mine, also the rent is made worse."

the aliens are a bunch of assholes

and worshiped forever.  Amen their women...
amen and exchanged and served their bodies
among the animals: clocks, bats, penguins, and
other stuff but here and there we fucked it
up like Napster of the gopher's similar bliss

the aliens used meth and spent money
Who swapped tags and scorned the stars
what against nature has always served--

Professing they altered the eternal and
hated love themselves like Tartarus,
But transformed their lust into the--
something like cash--

aliens incorruptible eyes, made no less, 
to uncleanness, who hung like a tree of
vile people to vile passions pouring
More theological than the automobile's 
ape-like reason and vision--

God gave them to discover stalking with honor!
God's discovery about little Mary and The Truth
of Jesus and the four-footed beasts of
The four Corners of the Mall, McDonald's, Arby's, 
JCPenney, and Red Lobsters ignoring Leviticus 
(but not the parts about sex)
for the Sea Food Empire they became
 intelligent intoxicated eaters of fries and burgers

Who exchanged their intellectual treasures for
Professions of lawyers, real estate agents,
street doctors, Jewish bankers, clowns, and the
class of property tax protectors, the police officers

Driving down the avenue dream with insurance tools
Cell phones and back-up emergency sirens!
The Holy Realtor who lives in the sky!  

So what is vile is man,
the Great Animal in his deep fried paradise
and before Jesus gave birth to rice and fish
and multiplied the bread but not the money
and took slaves for property...
and called it crucifixion

O awareness, O my dear
What have we here?
Where went the new year?
Don't answer.  Don't bother
I am feeling a little under the weather.
Balloon.



Reader Reviews!

Beethoven:  Romans and tigers and bears. Oh my!!
                  Romans and tigers and bears. Oh my!!   

Malvin:  Is that Dio or Sabbath?  

Believer: Delusions of grandeur,
             but nothing but a poseur.
             Typical modern artist lite,
             emotes like a flea bite.   

Lisa:  What?

Stone Maniac: Where can I get some of what you're smoking?