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Sunday
Apr132014

Poems VIII

Writing poems is easy because they don't have to make sense.

Tito and Tesla
Two peas in pod
Drank wine on a death ray
And talked about God

They watched as the world
Flowed into the shitter
With Mussolini and Mao
Joining Stalin and Hitler

And across the Pacific
All the way in Japan
Prime Minster Tojo
Drew up some war plans 

Tesla loved knowledge
Tito loved power
Hitler loved hatred
Mao golden showers 

Mussolini loved women
Tojo loved peace
But no one understood him
Because he spoke Japanese

Stalin loved death camps
Mao and Hitler did too
God loved all men
Except during World War Two

Mussolini and Hitler
Bad apples indeed
Could not talk to Tojo
Because he spoke Japanese

Yet nevertheless
The Axis attacked
But the Allies responded
And knew how to do math

Churchill and Stalin
Roosevelt too
Helped stir up the pot
Of European war stew 

And over in France
Charles de Gaulle
Fought like a Frenchman
And soon France did fall

Japan occupied China
And no translation was needed
For all men speak war
The universal language

When the Japanese left
Mao rose to power
And with gun barrels he took
Golden baths not just showers 

Tesla and Tito
Shared a bottle of brandy
And on the death ray they danced
The Yugoslav Dandy 

They watched the Axis and Allies
Fight the bloodiest war
It made them sick to their stomachs
They could watch it no more 

So Tito took aim
Tesla fired away
And as world was burning
They danced in the flames

 http://greynotgrey.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/europe_after_rain.jpgEurope After the Rain, Max Ernst

 

There was a man with Google Glass
Who forgot what he did one day…
So stared at the screen in his eyes
Til’ he found what he wanted to find
And yet he continued to stare
Until he stood there
Watching him watch himself
And on the day that he died
He seemed not to mind
For never saw it coming

 

My name is John Jerry
I was born in Bel Air
And I blew off my head
In a parking lot there.

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