Sunday, September 24, 2023
Thursday, September 21, 2023
Friday, September 15, 2023
[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
Thursday, September 14, 2023
[Poem] The Painful Truth of the Desert Red
[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."
Tuesday, September 12, 2023
[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