Current life is; oh so phony..' its all apple and samsung, and pure balony.'
Hold on..Balony's not pure!!!
Yes we exist in the time
Of just plastic dimes.'
And dames even.?
Wow..'
I am a purple crayon in a box of pink
or so I think.
I steal the words of my brothers
only to claim them as mine to others.
Do I contain anything that is unique?
I am very quick to critique
someone else's words
when I am the one most absurd.
It is easy to live in this dream
when my ego is this extreme.
Is it obvious to all around
that I am not a king with a crown?
I am a phony for sure
not one with a heart that is pure.
Mikey, oh Mikey, you’re such a fake man
Your mouth full of marbles and Trump’s dirty plan
You use your position against all the poor
With lies and deceit, you pretend he’s the cure
A fake little Christian invoking Christ’s name
Memorized words, you’re a fraud and a shame
You’re Don’s little puppet, a con’s useful tool
A cheap wind-up doll, a disposable fool
There’s no place in Heaven for liars and cheats
They all go to Hell and become Devil treats
So stop all your lying and silly word games
And prepare for eternity burning in flames
From beneath a veil,
A shroud itself hidden,
Anonymity It's masquerade.
Tired secrets languish,
Benighted by nature,
Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade.
A sough in the head,
Of their tepid maker,
Whispers nothing, wholly unaware.
Crafty camouflage,
For the crafter of secrets,
Who never knew they were there.
The irony aroma,
Stagnant blood without pressure,
Metallic, unmoved, unaffected.
Averse to sense,
Illusory marionette's,
Clear strings, turbid skeins undetected.
And the irony lies,
With an off thirst disguised,
By the growing pines of set minds thought unique.
And as trite as the urges,
Desperate purges,
Like mewls of the sheep seeking shade from critique.
AI GUY
Though I write from my app, not my impassioned soul
I'm praised and lauded as I play a poet's role
Don't tell me I lie
I'm just an AI Guy
Subterfuge is my game and a trophy my goal!
Kamala has changed her every policy position
just to get herself elected, pandering
to audiences, changing her accent and inflections
She’s the biggest fake and phony ever seen
Trump is no bundle of joy, but he's for real
What you get it is what you see on the screen
He walks and talks like humans
he eats and sleeps and winks
but like a piece of rotting meat
this imitation stinks
He’s void of all humanity
all words he speaks, are lies
he’s like a plastic doll
that never really laughs or cries
He feels no love or empathy
he’s poisoned, heart and soul
consumed with hate and misery
he never can be whole
They protest to not be a drama queen
but just can't wait to jump into the scene
Pretending to be a friend
Verbal daggers they extend
Their true colors are now vibrantly seen
I may host a contest? For the most politically correct here
On the theme of playing monopoly, with fake money
Is that legal btw ? I'm sure there will be some interesting
Entrys.'
Place all comments in the box below.'
Rumble of news now!
Feint response anger' a showing?
Birth death.. Some gap.?
We won't ever be anybody's red
caped tin horned hero.
We seem local and suburban.
All pleased.
Published in Poetry Almanac - Summer 1974
Trump Rode Pony While Being Phony
While riding pony Trump was a phony fraud;
Would watch women when clothes they shod;
He forgot about belated;
Much trouble generated;
Found bad things when in his past did prod.
Jim Horn
sit and listen to the quiet
it's outside the christmas norm
because now, when all is silent
it's the calm before the storm
the kids are upstairs sleeping
you're resting, sitting with a drink
in a few hours ...storms a brewing
it'll push you to the brink
the kids are up and yelling
paper wrapping all around
until the house is empty
no more rest today is found
the kids are outside playing
hockey games out on the drive
you just look around and wonder
if the day you will survive
next, arrive the in-laws
re-gifting what you gave last year
and good old uncle charlie
bee-lining for the beer
bad jokes and boring stories
arguements about the past
snide comments and back handers
how long will this all last
you sneak outside for a quick drink
grab a smoke on the back porch
if it wasn't your house they were in
the whole damn thing you'd torch
phony smiles and airy kisses
and the folks are on their way
the storm is almost over
for another Christmas Day
the kids are in and up in bed
there is silence once again
the calm once more before the storm
tomorrow, your folks come at ten!!!!
Taking 2 minutes , Thoughts come to me, The words don't
Listening to Duritz trying to find the perfect words to Jot
I stop kidding myself , My words are of insignificance
I'm a phony, The thoughts are real ,but not the intention
How I wish I was real, How I wish my words could be real and touch
Until next time
NO-no!
Now-now!
Naughty naughty!
we see you
posin' poser
pretending to pump out popular poems
utilizing
sneaky glitch tricks
don't act like you don't know...
there you go
posting poems
perpetually perturbed
agitated arentchya' aintchya'?
impatient
mad man
feelin' flustered, FRUSTERRR...rated!
flippin' flabbergasted
aghast at absence
of reads
down on
knocked knees
prayin' please
time to take
matters into your own hands
start scammin' some
on-demand poetry sees
deal 'dem dirty deeds... damn
SHHHHHH...hush hush...
just as the clock strikes twelve
aww-hell,
no one's lookin'...
QUICK!
time to Logout of the Soup
swoop up your own stuff
swiftly stoop to
click click-clickin'
Looky Lucky Laddie!
pretty poem's page
is justa'
stick stick-stickin'
and
with a click-click here, and a click-click there, here a click, there a click
everywhere a click click...
Old McSoup Cheat
stole three hundred views,
E-I-E-I-O-
Oh no! (you didn't)
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