The writings of Oddpoet

Poetry that bleeds, screams and never sleeps

You fat and satisfied?

Is your tro­phy wife hot?

Count­ing your money?

Can’t count that high?

Laugh­ing?

FUCK YOU!



Are your hench­men evict­ing that poor per­son for the crime of being poor?

FUCK YOU! I’m tak­ing your house you rich pig!



You com­plain­ing that the min­i­mum wage is too much?

FUCK you! I’m imple­ment­ing a max­i­mum wage and you make too much!  Give it back!



You cry foul when an increase in AIDS research is men­tioned, ?Too much we can’t afford it!?

FUCK you! I’ll stick you with an AIDS infected nee­dle and count on your sup­port!



Uni­ver­sal health care offends your sensibilities?

FUCK YOU! Every­one is gonna be cov­ered and you’re pay­ing for it!



You bitch about wel­fare for the dis­pos­sessed while you hold your hand out for a cor­po­rate wel­fare check?



FUCK YOU! The juice is two points! Pay up!

Are you imple­ment­ing Glob­al­iza­tion in order to exploit third world coun­tries forc­ing Chil­dren to work in sweat shops so you can max­i­mize profits?

FUCK YOU If you want more money you obscene piece of shit we will send your kids over there and you can take all the prof­its you want!



Did your greed and avarice cause the fail­ure of the world mon­e­tary sys­tem and now you want us to bail you out?

FUCK YOU!  Want another hand­out? First we have to cut off your balls and stick them in your mouth! How much ya want?



Does my lan­guage bother you?

Think me inca­pable of melo­di­ous metaphor or abstract paradigms?

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! Deal with it!



Do you really think it’s your world and we just hap­pen to be liv­ing in it?

FUCK you! You have what we allow you to have!

Scare ya?

There is a new world order com­ing and is not your global cor­po­rate hegemony

I hear it hum­ming like an angry hornet’s nest? louder and louder, reach­ing crescendo and fly­ing forth



It is the rat­tle of the snake

The hiss of the Cobra

The fang of the Lion

The rak­ing claw of the Grizzly

The sting of the scorpion

The flesh tear­ing beak of the raptor

It is the frus­trated scream of the unemployed

The wail of the hun­gry child

The rage of the disposed

The wrath of the shrink­ing mid­dle class

The anger of the pris­on­ers of poverty

The silent tears of the hopeless

The fury of the forlorn

The howl of the home­less



We be the torch car­ry­ing angry villagers

And you be Dr. Frankenstein

We’re com­ing to your cas­tle and burn­ing it down!

The times are chang­ing, can you feel it?

FUCK YOU!

Wheeled…
Strapped to a char­iot of the infirm
The clank­ing of ungreased wheels
Play dis­cor­dant sounds over the well worn anti­sep­tic linoleum

Faces of Nor­malcy
Dis­play­ing well prac­ticed smiles
Feign­ing heartrend­ing concern

Flu­o­res­cent lights
Flash strobe like
Reveal­ing motion in stac­cato relief
Kalei­do­scope fig­ures move with furtive intent
Pulling strings attached to vials of phar­ma­ceu­ti­cal salvation

They con­trol the mar­i­onettes of the damned
They orches­trate the dance of the mutants
Legs dance, con­torted, painful
Bod­ies bent at impos­si­ble angles
The Mutants move to the inces­sant demands of the strings
Their faces scream their hope­less­ness
Jux­ta­posed with silent resignation

The audi­ence laughed and applauded
Such funny mar­i­onettes
For who can not help but laugh
At the dance of the mutants