AI?
Not with what 'A' stands for
in front of 'Insemination' or 'Intelligence'!
Facebook?
Not one look!
X/Twitter?
Not this heavy-hitter!
Spotify?
Not if I can help it!
ITube? YouTube? WeAllTube?
Not as it's DubiousTube!
Microsoft?
Not hardly what it ought to be!
Fast food?
Not food, fast? Possibly!
Wine is alcohol, alcohol a preservative,
in the U.S., to preserve wine,
they add sulfites and preserve a preservative!
Makes all the sense in the world to some,
but not me as, I live in a world of my own,
where artificial goes unknown,
population one, where I answer to none,
it's a concept of mine which I alone condone.
Nephilim, a curious thing
Said to be Giants
Angels and Women bring
(Not Artificial Insemination)
But what if somehow this were all wrong
That the words were really different
When they sang that song
What if we change the word Giant
To mean Genius instead
Wouldn't that lead us to somewhere
Different than we were lead
And what if all along It were staring
Us in the face
Wouldn't that make our History a disgrace
Sometimes they find history
You wouldn't believe
Like when they say
The Arc of the Covenant
Is in an African Country
But who is to say what books we can use
We only know too many would confuse
But what I find so interesting is
That countries Bible
What it confesses and that we don't believe
A very rich man, not the one who springs to mind
likes to leave behind as many children as he can
Clearly, it would be wrong to have an affair with so many women, almost immoral, where emotions disturb the proceedings, therefore, artificial insemination is used
The rich man is in a sterile room, masturbating into a tube, the result he hands to a flunky who carries the result into another room where the business is done, but sometimes things go wrong and he has to repeat, for this there is a stack of pornographic pictures he can look until he get an ******** suitable for the purpose
Sometimes a baby girl is born, which he accepts but would rather have boys; he aims to have thirty children and hopes there is no mishap generations ago giving him a child of the wrong race. Should this happen, he will not despair, but happily point out he is not a racist
I googled "AI" ... found notes on Artificial Insemination!!!
apple cores bifurcated
maggoty realms
spilled over
long stems bled
a sluggish
green insemination
toward evening
small apes gathered
to scream at the
new moon
there were bones
to be split,
marrow to be scraped out
with stone spearheads
it was not the beginning
nor even the
end of the beginning
swamp waters
still bubbled up a choking miasma
of stale fertility
yet some
hunted a muddy earth
knuckles walking
a few agile brains
grew more alert
to upright visions
animalistic
insemination instinct ~
posh procreation
(September Full Moon – Cree)
truthfulness
the out dated word
this is the wild forest
here live animals
barbarism there is fabricated
as civilized
hungry belly dies on hungry;
greedy rich lives on diet
according to physician prescription
truth is bastard child of wicked enjoyment!
where lie is legal insemination of bonded love!
oh! truth has no right to live independently
in this poisonous ruling world!
09.04.2020 Chattogram
Your avant-garde home fills a crucial niche
ensures the perpetuation of outrageous kitsch
The painting on the wall entitled 'Insemination'
keeps this admirer on the brink of regurgitation
That chlorophyll-fish oil drink your butler foisted on me
helps me every fifteen minutes or so to pee
As for your 'petrified out-of-water deep sea plants'
Don't look now; they're on fire with carpenter ants
Then there's your 'mahvelous' retro pet rock collection
pinched, no doubt, from the local House of Corrections
I must confess that your house is, indeed, quite impressive
~ considering that your compulsions are beyond obsessive
Bits and pieces of your heart and soul
bits and pieces, fillet and sautéed
for the sad amusement of cruel men with mindless erections
Who snicker and grin
as they lay you down on a bed of nails
Naked and anesthetized
for the purpose of insensate insemination
s and feces, from hearts without soul
s and feces, from cruel little boys, masquerading as men,
with pointless erections, who grimace and sin,
As they fornicate and fail
Naked and cautertized from the meaning of erotic sensations
And that is: sweet tender love and kindness
approximating Divineness
Which the sad woman is so longing for
and the little boy is running from
Creation and Insemination of Desperation
Are crimes that could result in a creation,
As well as distribution after insemination;
Can be no charm;
Had bodily harm;
Did migrate to America out of desperation.
Jim Horn
Beginning and Insemination
There was a beginning and insemination,
Of what did end up being discrimination;
So sad to say,
Came one day;
Result had was dishonor and humiliation.
Jim Horn
Under the carpet.
Your siren has no
Sound.
I can't find my
Locker, but the
Next class
I'm not sitting
Next to you.
And you,
Short Stop,
have paused
Me.
Money doesn't
Solve my
Enviousness.
Of the wife, the
Eventual
Insemination
Of your kind.
Shaving in the
Morning, I think
Of your whiskers.
And with a cat's
Tongue I am tied and
Torn to nothing
Avail.
She wants another baby in womb
A bouncing baby of good health
Appears in mind every dawn of day
The one of unmatched brilliance
But every time she conceives one
It is out of artificial insemination
At times it is one from wild bushes
Both of them spell pain and sorrow
The woman is all times in dire agony
Baby that comes through back door is
The foundation of ugly misfortunes
Not one time has the mother smiled
Every conception season she worries
Insemination baby is dull, chaotic
Dream of natural conception a dream
But she keeps on her knees praying;
“When will baby of babies see me?
What magic can I use to conceive it?
Mothers that conceive; whisper to me,
That my soul rests in motherly peace.”
Insemination
DESCRIMINATION!!!
Is much humiliation;
Need a vacation.
Insemination,
Of may cause the creation,
DESCRIMINATION!!!
Jim Horn, Philosopher.
Poet and Scholar So
Stand Up and Holler.
Under the carpet.
Your siren has no
Sound.
I can't find my
Locker, but the
Next class
I'm not sitting
Next to you.
And you,
Short Stop,
have paused
Me.
Money doesn't
Solve my
Enviousness.
Of the wife, the
Eventual
Insemination
Of your kind.
Shaving in the
Morning, I think
Of your whiskers.
And with a cat's
Tongue I am tied and
Torn to no
Avail.
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