[Poem] The Bad Space

bu Emmit Other

On Mastodon

The Only Major Social Media

Free of Algoaddictive Crap

There is a fascinating struggle

From a Welsh Pixie TERF(D) 

Who built her a trap

She forged an alliance w a Narcissist

Named Ro The Arrogant Twat

He is Black and Bisexual

A fact for a second he never lets be forgot

Few months ago a rando

Made an account called the Goodspace to show

That half of their blocklist was anti LGBT

And it was led by a bigot named Ro

Ro has a patreon 

Where he earns thousands of dollars for this

So he rallied bis bigot black friends

And accused the accusers of this

Anyone who challenges their bigotry

Is a racist a pedo and more

He will not surrender his block list

He even expanded it more

But Mastodon is a Federation

It just moved around him in spaced

Despite Daily Sock puppets and patsies

His blocklist has been quite outpaced

Though Welsh Pixie is quite rotten

I have confidence she and Ro's antics

Will soon be all quite forgotten

The lesson here 

Is perfectly clear

Dont bet on the underdog

When the Underdog bite the hand that feeds it.

Poems of Gods

Pantheoragnarok

by Emmit Other 

Can you see it?

Can you hear it?

The skies shake

To an electric guitar

As renegade gods

Kick against the pricks

Refusing to answer

For being fucking dicks

They broke their word

And now there's a trial

King Kong of spirit Power

Is in fucking self denial

I took you at your value

I took you at your word

To think that I wont hold you to it

Is fucking stupidly absurd

So I found a bigger gorilla

Now you can sit down

And take your medicine

You fucking Goddy  tawdy clown

While someone who is bigger

Washes your lying mouth with soap

Keep up your games in my life

As I give you room to hang yourself

Here take mote fucking rope

The Trial Begins

by Emmit Other

The Angels of the God of Gods

Swing around the trial venue

The least charge first

Those who kept their word

Made honest mistakes

Until those who lied

And made false promises

They never intended to keep

Because they thought 

Nothing was bigger

Or more powerful than them

They were all wrong

Including

Every single shard

Of the Broken Desert God

Especially

Especially 

Especially

Republican One

At the height of their power

At the nadir of their joy

A monster on the Soeaker's chair

A miracle occurs

But

Not

For

Them

Because their God

Is in unbreakable chains

Indicted

Just like hos satanic

Orange David.

KOSA and Drunk Senator Markey and Drunk Senator Warren

The Kids Online Safety Act is a Bipartisan Bill meant to "Protect the Children" "For the Children" and to stick it to "Big Tech" (which I made a series about called The Sins of Silicon Valley) but this wont protect kids and will help nazis hurt LGBT kids and help nazis track teens seeking abortion.  Drunk Senator Warren and Drunk Senator Markey and 18 of their 'liberal' and 'progressive' collegues in the Senate don't care.  They must be primaries.

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[Poem] The Old Carriage House

House of shadows

House of gloom

House of haunting

House of doom

Deep in the old south

By daylights dawn

There is an old house

With a well kept lawn

By day the offer cheesy tours

And speak of haunted houses

Madame Flyffadore 

And all nine of her widowing spouses

How shocking and how scandalous

She shows up at half past nine

She loves the afterlife attention

For her its fear based cheese and wine

What she wont tell you

Is where she dare not go

Above the old servant quarters

For there's a sin she knows

We celebrate the rich old folk

And only just now tallied small

But in the larger scheme of things 

Money dragons matter not at all

In infinite shadow the worlds do echo

In worlds where the Black Rook does not provide

There is a haunting legacy

That marks the bleeding bloody class divide

For there are many ghosts there

Outdoors and still inside

For in am unkept afterlife

Infant mortality true power does pecking rights decide

A ghost monster made of babies

Arms and legs and face

It walks inside the carriage house

Keeping their killers in their place

It isnt unresolved trauma

That keeps them from moving on

Its the sings of greed and class neglect

Thats a prison for fucking bastards so put upon

There is a sharpened timer

A clock of guillotines

In this or sny other world

The awful rich ate where this leans

There will be a reckoning

In this life or the next

Happy Halloween to normal folks 

And fucking rich affluenza freaks watch your necks

House of shadows

House of gloom

House of haunting

House of doom

[Poem] Pull Down The Moon

By Emmit Other

Image by Chelsea J

Rhombus Tick's Constitution - A New Constitution

We are at war.   What do we do after it?

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