cultural Marxism

Forest I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forest I

 

 

Sleeping while awake

A log must notice mushrooms

Feeding off of him








Author's Notes/Comments: 

A "haiku" that emerged from this unholy time of day (wee hours) which must be a direct result of an experience or, maybe, just another well-constructed, affected poem to depict or evoke something that is yet to be discovered or untangled (all according to time).  It could be a philosophically directed theme since it is using vague references (my unusual metaphors) despite the use of ordinary language.


Politically Correct Christmas

There is a Jesus fetus
And condoms on my tree,
Because today is Christmas--
And Christmas is PC.

 

My Santa is a lesbian,
Her skin is dark as night--
She came along with tranny Claus
With clitoral delight.

 

She promised free abortions,
Free tests for HIV,
While spreading guacamole
On my GBLT.

 

I thought I was in heaven,
I thought I was in hell,
When I heard Santa moaning
Hoe-moe with anal bells.

 

For Christmas is for giving
Your lover in the rear--
So rejoice my little ones
And spread the Christmas queer.

 

         December 25, 2013
    

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