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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

[Poem] Webcraft

 by Emmit Other

What if

Dear reader

There is a species of spider unknown to man

Who conceals itself in the body of an insect

As it bides its time

To eat the Spider that tries to eat it

A spider Orca

That hunts and eats 

The weavers of webs

The teller of tales

That hunts the halls of truth 

That hunts the halls of story

Becoming the web itself

To seek out its prey and coopt the story

By reading it

By being it

By changing perception

Where perception cannot be changes

Hunts the Orca

Hunts the Spider

One

And the same

[Poem] LLMs Are Theft

 by Emmit Other

Z Liberary 

Is where copyright goes to die

And while copyright is too long

Language Learning Models 

Or LLMs

Trained on Z library

Are theft

Theft

THEFT

Cheeto munching tech bros

Desperate to get ERP from fake women

Because real ones cant stand the smell

Defend their theft saying

That its just like training someone at the library

Yeah

A STOLEN library

And proof is in the pudding

micro$oft

Agreed to defend anyone sued for theft

BECAUSE THEY KNOW THEY ARE THIEVES

Big Tech doesnt give money for free

Like Demons from hell

Dealing with them always costs you something

These are technofascist libertarian swine

Whose mantra is literally Tanstadfl

Their Aint No Such Thing As a Free Lunch

Never trust Big Tech 

Never trust Tech Bros

[Poem] The Curse

 By Emmit Other

Most curses end quickly

But

But 

But

When you pick up the blood stained flag of Nazism

When you march around in the jack boots of Hitler

When you heil to the shadow image of the Leader

When you accuse Jews of being anti semetic

The Invisible Powers Hear

Dont blame me, Blame yourself

When you dine with nazis you are a nazi

When you tweet with nazis you are a nazi

You have been warned

Get out

Get out now

For the blood of millions haunts the halls

As the arrogant Leon Stink 

Climbs to the top of Twitter Tower

And pees on the Gods

Saying "At least it cant get any worse

Whats the worst that can happen

Fuck you Karma

I am Elon Musk"

You saw what he did

You know what he did

He is invoking the curse on to himself

Dont be caught in the impact

[Poem] Three Cities

by Emmit Other

By the night of the moon

And the moon of the night

I weave a tale of hope

And of light

Of good and evil

Of wrong and of right

Three cities have always felt home

Portland

Boston

Atlanta

The latter was the last to really feel like hone

First Portland

Then Boston

Then Atlanta

But we live our lives 

In the echo of Boston

This is the choice I have made

And I realize now

That this life has been lived three times

Three timelines

Three loops of time

All intertwined on the same life

Views like dreams of diamond on a chain in shadow

Sinking ever deeper into the warm embrace

Of the Queen In Blue

The Lady of Kindness

And The Golden Red

All are real

And all are in my head

All are phantoms

And real shadows

Past the dawn of time

A birth is coming

A ring in shadow

A ring in source

a ring infinity

I choose Atlanta

I choose Boston

I choose Portland

All are real

But only one at once

And here

Here 

Here

I am in the center

I am in Boston