[Poem] Pull Down The Moon

By Emmit Other

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[Poem] The Tyranny of the Tea Cozy

 by Emmit Other

Grandma Pancakes ran a tight ship

The whole family minded their Ps and Qs when she was about

Her opinion 

Better be your opinion

Or she would Delores Umbridge the fuck out of you

No one wanted to be

Agist

Ablist

So many ists

Grandma enforced them all

Until it was time to put her in a home

Until she couldnt enforce the will

Beware using the power of the tea cozy

Beware demanding more than your due 

Merely because you can make people want to avoid the word

Ist 

Next to their name

For the tea cozy is an illusion

Not real togetherness

Not real love

Not even real power

No one wants to be bullied 

And they wont be

They wont be

Time keeps on ticking

Tick tock

Tick tock

Motherfucker

[Poem] The Bitterest Boon of the Oppressor

 by Emmit Other

The United State of America

Is Not

By Any stretch of the imagination

But aside from Satanic Red 

vs Cacaphony Blue

Its Dick Cocaine Rich

va Everyone else

And as history teaches us

The oppressed becomes the oppressor

First chance it gets

So we so see 

When largest oppressed Identity

Poor stupid rural gullible white people

Elected a mother fucking monster

The oppressor does not need to spend every waking moment

Worrying about the police

Or getting pregant

Or raped

Or fired

Or getting a house

But worst of all

The oppressor always has the luxury

Of learning empathy

And the plight of the oppressed

The oppressed have some empaths

Just like it has lazy mother fuckers

Who grab anything and everything

The first chance the boot is on the other foot

Can and will

Which is a recipe for disaster

Because the system is failing

And the Dick Cocaine Rich

Will fall

When 

Not if.

And after that

If intersectionality is thrown out

Then its civil war

And that sounds logical

But a chain is only as strong

As its weakest link

And I observe

Some identities 

Demand EVERYTHING

And give NOTHING

Not all

But enough

That its clearly a ticking clock

And empowers the largest Oppressed group

Stupid gullible uneducated poor white people

To concede nothing

To give nothing

They wouldnt

And if the Confederation of Identities cant be generous

With each other

Why should they

And they wont

The third fourth fifth and six largest Identities

Would do well to remember that

 Before making demands

Of the seventh eighth ninth and tenth

[Poem] The Painful Truth of the Desert Red

by Emmit Other

Derpy the Empath had suffered a lot from Snakes

She had followed one after the other

Feeling their deep truths

And she had been a sucker for them each and every time

Thus it was by pain,

Not choice that she embraced truth

Questioning her choices to make sure

That she wasnt dancing to the tune

Of another satanic piper

First there was reading

Libraries worth

Philosophers and Poets

Playwrites and Kings

All opened their secrets to her

And then she found the cause most just

She bled for it

Only to find that her fellow empaths turned on her

Weaponized by a Snake rising through the ranks

Cynical and scarred she fled

And wandered the Earth in a sailing ship

Enjoying the quiet things of life

Decades passed

And she helped from time to time

She was an empath

It was her curse and blessing to feel the pain of others

And she helped them

Even though now she knew

People were glorified Pachinko machines

Respondents to stimulus of culture and need and want

Easy prey for manipulation by snakes

Until she came to a desert port

And heard of a scholar

Who knew Deep Truth

Some said he was a prophet

So she bought a camel

And into the desert she went

And got lost

And lost and lost again

But eventually found a cave

With a solar roof

And a TV and a lifetime supply of DVDs

And he was watching cartoons

Skeptical

She approached the Prophet

And asked

"Are you the Scholar of Truth?"

"Some so say." He replied.

"And what is Deep Truth."

He remained silent.

He watched his show.

She was cautious but waited.

Eventually, he pointed to a mirror.

She went to it

And looked deep into herself

Was a reflection of truth

What she hoped to find?

Two days and two nights

She watched the mirror

And learned much

Thinking in desert silence

While the scholar

Watched a Doctor Who Marathon

Finally, in a starlit night she smiled,

"Thank you scholar, for teaching me."

"I havent taught you shit."

"What?" She was confused.

"I just wanted to see

If you were willing to learn.

The first truth about truth

Is that unless people learn it themselves

Earn it themselves

They will never take valuable truths given them

People are 

Motherfucking Stupid

Dont try to change them

Or pretend something else"

She pondered this, 

And listened but nodded.

"Thats it."

"WHAT?" she was angry.

"Good.  You should be angry."

"At...what?"

He waited

And she thought about it

The world was full of evil

Snakes on Snakes

Snakes on Sheep

Sheep turning against the very protectors

Who tried to warn them

Why would anyone

Give a fuck?

Warriors arent Empaths

They can protect

But when Sheep turn to cancer

Fuck that

Fuck the sheep

Dont waste your time

Move on.

And watch some television.

[Poem] The Ballad of the Edgelord's Fury

 By Emmit Other

The Edgelord brooded in his chair most dark

The lights were dim and the room was stark

He simmered and seethed silently

And bid you reader his wofeful take now to hark

"They were mean mean meanies

Who said I shouldnt put duct tape

On the mouths of orphans and puppies 

And kittens

No one is more oppressed than the edgelord

Do they not see how we few suffer

We the male technofascist elite 

Live more suffer more sigh more Love more

In a single day than the none male technoelite

Do in an entire life time?

We go to the edge for life is suffering

And we suffer for the fools who see not our greatness

Anyone who calls us an edgelord

Is a bigot

And a racist

And a jerk

And an edgelord."

[Poem] The Lickers of Toilets

 by Emmit Other

You can smell it on their breath

Their accomodation with evil

And embrace of dark death

Apologists for Prince Polonium

Babble onwards ere ad nauseum

Now they will chorus the devils due

Every word that passes his lips cold blue

Shreiks to any learned ears most untrue

From the Crypt Thing on the wrong side mausoleum

Babbling Stalin Clone wont leave well alone

And lies that his beloved Soviet Empire must atone

From dark tank days of Hungary in days past

He says the west now does the same thing 

The harpy dirty bird shit bird poopist does sing

Of how the west is wrong and up is down

But to the shitBRICS global south 

Most any foppish dingleberry can leave the undeads mouth

And they the loser chorus will recite it true

As if their imperialist heads were filled with glue

The Global South just wants things to be new

And by new they mean the boot on the other foot.

No morals do these apologists have

Just an ethical lapse cut by half

To imply that victims of imperialism get to burn

The world that to them was not fair

And yet the deal isnt square 

Because their babbling goo the West doth spurn

So then cries of racism and classism doth the pravda crowd poo

They lick the Prince's toilet bowl

And shovel more bullshit coal

In the engine thats been broken down undue