Imagine the MSM

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Biden's dementia, Donald Trump, Joe Biden, limerick, main stream media left bias, poem, poetry

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐒𝐌

Imagine if Trump slurred his words.

Was quite clearly off with the birds.

They’d close for the kill.

But Joe, poor old dill,

They hide his dementia  — the turds.

— D.N. O’Brien

49 BC

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Ancient Rome, Brundisinium, Corfinium, Domitious, I'm a good ole rebel, Julius Caesar, poem, poetry, Pompey the Great, Rebellion, Rebels, Rubicon River, Song lyrics

(To the tune of “I’m a Good Ole Rebel”)

𝟒𝟗 𝐁𝐂

Was in the year of 49, on the eleventh day,

Caesar crossed the Rubicon to make the Senate pay.

Mounted on his charger, mounted proud and tall,

Came to the peninsular the conqueror of Gaul.

Leading but one legion, but soon so many more,

Caesar reached Corfinium to open up the war.

Unsheathed was every gladius, the javelins were loosed;

The army of Domitious by Caesar’s was reduced.

Came the victor Caesar, came the victor home.

Pompey and the senators all scurried south from Rome.

Caesar followed in pursuit, but in the end he failed,

For reaching Brundisinium he learned that they had sailed.

Off to Greece they headed, to fight another day.

Caesar headed westward and invested old Marseilles.

With ten loyal legions at his side, about to rule the seas —

Great Pompey would Julius soon bring unto his knees.

Caesar crossed the Rubicon way back in 49.

Caesar was a rebel, and the rebel crossed the line.

And Caesar was the victor for he waged war to the knife,

And Rome would he the rebel rule — til rebels took his life.

— D.N. O’Brien

After reading:

https://flammeusgladius.wordpress.com/2021/06/09/concise-guide-to-the-new-symbolism-of-the-damn-yankee-flag/

𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 (𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡) 𝐄𝐲𝐞

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Kiwis, New Zealand, poem, poetry, Socialist New Zealand, The Five Eyes

𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 (𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡) 𝐄𝐲𝐞

Investigation done and dusted:

The steel in their spines is now rusted,

Their will as a nation is busted,

Their brains have been turned into custard.

Conclusion: Kiwis can’t be trusted.

— D.N. O’Brien

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕕

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Archibald Portrait Prize, limerick, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Postmodern art

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕕

One needn’t have skill or be wise,

To take out the coveted prize;

But postmodern mates

And inherent traits

Admired by the judgemental eyes.

— D.N. O’Brien

Revision

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poem, poetry, Revisionist history, Triolet

𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

According to the present, judge the past;

Then all we once thought good we’ll know to shun.

The flag must fly forever at half-mast.

According to the present, judge the past.

Let history be shattered by the blast,

And heap the father’s guilt upon the son.

According to the present, judge the past;

Then all we once thought good we’ll know to shun.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Damned

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damned, poem, poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝

Damned for living in a time

When to care was not a crime.

When it seemed that it was best

To take them from a befouled nest.

Accused of genocidal war.

Damned forever after for

Trying but to save a kid.

Damned no matter what they did.

— D.N. O’Brien

Repetition

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couplet, epigram, poem, poetry, rebounding universe theory, repetition

Repetition

Love life, but do not fear its end —

Your next one’s waiting round the bend.

— D.N. O’Brien

Хлеб и цирки

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Bread and Circuses, Communism, Juvenal, limerick, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Russian revolution

Хлеб и цирки

Before they could tend to the rot,

The nobles were gulaged or shot.

And all things that were good,

And the crosses of wood —

Bread and circuses replaced the lot.

— D.N. O’Brien

Age

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Aging, Bird song, poem, poetry

𝐀𝐠𝐞

Oh to be a bird at dawn,

Knowing not when it was born.

Sings its song as if its first.

By no memories accursed.

Lives each day as if its last.

Doesn’t count the seasons past.

Cleverer than any sage —

Has no wish to know its age.

— D.N. O’Brien

Dead End

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Lies, limerick, poem, poetry

Dead End

The carcass, corruption it leaks,

Yet rises it up, and it speaks:

“By The Lie we were led

To this land of the dead,

So be warned of the havoc it wreaks.”

— D.N. O’Brien

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