Corporate Communism

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Corporations, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Woke Corporations

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦

Corporations are communes of course.

A requirement to list on the bourse

Is that companies must be

Fully woke and PC.

Social values they must reinforce.

— D.N. O’Brien

The Army of the Retired

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝

They are the only army that will fight.
(The regulars have mostly gone to ground.)
The only soldiers who will stand for right —
Their shackled comrades dare not make a sound.
The regulars are silenced — gagged and bound,
Intimidated — forced down on their knees.
No more are they for bravery renowned;
They have their orders — run, retreat, appease.
They are the victims of the new disease —
They are afflicted by postmodern germs.
With heads bowed low, pale platitudes they wheeze.
But those who’ve served are free to state their terms:
They won’t be silenced by the baying mobs.
They’ll fight with words. (They don’t fear for their jobs.)

— D.N. O’Brien

The Virus from Nowhere

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Australian poet, Corona Virus, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Wuhan Virus

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝗿𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗡𝗼𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

A bug from nowhere makes one sneeze,
And sniffle and whimper and wheeze,
And snuffle and snort;
A foreign import —
It comes from nowhere, overseas.

— D.N. O’Brien

Wuhan Corona Virus

War Elephant

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appeasement, Australian poet, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Surrender

𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭

No one will this great war declare.
To point it out no one will dare.
From it we must avert our gaze.
Though it portends the end of days,
We must pretend it isn’t there.

— D.N. O’Brien

Pretty Redefined

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Australian poet, Feminism, Plain women, poem, poetry, Political Correctness

Pretty Redefined

I’m for redefining pretty
As I’m plain and feeling shitty
Towards all those beauty queens
I see in those movie scenes.
Damn their cute upturned snub noses,
Glossy hair that smells of roses,
Legs that up to heaven rise,
Ruby lips and doe-like eyes,
Smiles that dazzle and entice —
No! This will no more suffice!

Redefining female beauty
Means a different kind of cutie —
Faces more like mine for starters,
Legs like fence posts, massive garters,
Triple X enormous knickers,
Big flat feet (good backside kickers),
Teeth like a smashed Xylophone,
Skin a pale and sickly tone,
Muffin tops around the belly,
Buttocks like a ruptured jelly.

This will be the face of beauty,
Unlike all those fancy snooty
Women who are now called pretty —
Former beauties whom we’ll pity.
Why will men want then to date them?
They will more than likely hate them,
And they’ll take us in their arms,
Dazzled by our new found charms,
Finding much more flesh to cling to,
And a homely face to sing to.

This, when beauty’s redefined,
In my plainly pretty mind.

— D.N. O’Brien

Someone Did Something

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9/11, Australian poet, Formal poetry, Ilhan Omar, Islamic infiltration, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Someone did something, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Twin Towers

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Did something happen on that fatal day?
Did someone do something? — apparently.
Are many much too scared to even say
Something was done by someone? — can this be?
Did not the whole world clearly hear and see
That something happened? — what? — a dreadful deed
Committed by a ruthless enemy?
Who was this someone then? Are all agreed
Upon this fiend’s identity? No need
For further proof? Of course it’s not required!
Mad men who love a mad fanatics’ creed
Did this. All sane men know the truth; they’re tired
Of those who would defend such evil scum —
Those who, within, beat on the traitor’s drum.

— D.N. O’Brien

Climbing Mount Insanity

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Australian poet, Decline of the West, Formal poetry, Insane Australian policies, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Radical socialism, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Western self-destruction

Climbing Mount Insanity

Australia struggles on towards the peak.
A peak that with each minute seems to grow
Still higher, ever higher, as the weak
Cheer on the mountaineer, from down below.
Australia scrambles; never does it slow
Its maniacal climb towards the height;
While all that once was high is brought down low,
And all that once was wrong now must be right.
Australia strives so all may see the light
Shine down on them from high insanity,
But for an instant, before endless night
Descends upon their foolish vanity.
And should one day it scale that mountain tall,
Then on its long descent — then it will fall.

— D.N. O’Brien

The rise and rise of the insane left

On Her Word

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Australian poet, False accusations, Perjury, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Rape claims

On Her Word

She claims she was taken, by these hands abused,
And therefore I stand here, by her word accused.
And thus I may lose all I’ve gathered, my life;
And though it’s a lie, perhaps even my wife.

— D.N. O’Brien

Exit Israel

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Australian poet, Israel Folau, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, Rugby Australia, satire, Triolet

Exit Israel

What’s written in the Bible, Israel said.
And so the rugby priests have banned Folau.
It wasn’t some satanic verse he’d read —
What’s written in the Bible, Israel said.
And just for that the priests will have his head.
For blasphemy the priests will not allow.
What’s written in the Bible, Israel said.
And so the rugby priests have banned Folau.

— D.N. O’Brien

Rugby Australia Terminates Israel Folau’s Contract

Google “Equity” — Equality of Outcome

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Australian poet, Equity — equality of outcome, Formal poetry, Google diversity training, poem, poetry, Political Correctness, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Google “Equity” — Equality of Outcome

You surely must have heard of “equity”,
For it’s the latest catchcry of “The Woke”.
It’s part of Google’s mad diversity
Instructions — they are serious, no joke.
Perhaps they’ve just been snorting too much coke.
How else could they come up with such bullshit?
It really isn’t difficult to poke
Large holes in Google’s brain-washing, to wit:
Science tells us I.Q.s vary — read the lit!
You can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear!
If you think otherwise then you’re a twit —
You’ll get a job at Google — never fear,
For they think everyone has the same brain.
Hey Google! I suggest you search “insane”!

— D.N. O’Brien