four words

by "z"

comrades, take heart victory is within our grasp if we fight on, we will win we will win because our cause is just and victory, when it comes, will be final victory, when it comes, will be forever we will build an empire based on truth and the truth is forever our enemies will be crushed ground into the dust forever and scattered to the wind as if they had never existed we need to be strong and have faith and we will win and rule the earth forever let those who would resist our just rule tremble! we will build temples to our fallen warriors who will live in our memories forever we must be true to them and never let down our guard but be eternally vigilant with these four words i leave you - truth, strength, vigilance, forever! thank you.

just like you

by anonymous

i don’t want much i want to be just like you i want respect just like you i want to rule the earth just like you i want to be able to walk into a bank and take out a billion dollars any time i want just like you i want to walk into the most expensive restaurant in the world and get personally escorted by the maitre’d to the best table just like you i want to star in a hollywood movie any time i want just like you i want to be elected president of the united states any time i want just like you i want everyone in the world to know my name just like you i want to be able to go anywhere and do anything just like you you were born in the big house on the hill and you had everything i was born in a shack down by the railroad tracks and i had nothing that was not very fair, was it? i don’t want you telling me i should be grateful because i don’t live in a hole in the ground i don’t want you telling me i should be grateful because i have not starved to death do you live in a hole in the ground? have you starved to death? who are you to tell me i should be grateful for anything? i know what i want all i want is to be just like you is that asking so much?

help me out

by anonymous

hello there i am good, how about you? i am a person who likes to know what is going on and where i am at so help me out here jeff bezos has 179 billion dollars there are 8 billion people in the world that means jeff bezos could give everybody in the world 1 billion dollars and still have 171 billion left for himself! so why doesn’t he? elon musk has 151 billion dollars. he could give everybody in the world 1 billion and still have 143 billion left over for himself come on, big fella, can’t you get by on that? next up is “bernard arnault”, whoever he might be (probably a front for hillary clinton and nancy pelosi’s child porno empire) anyway, old bernard is listed as having 150 billion to call his own and then bill gates at 124 billion (poor bill, he was number one for so long), mark zuckerberg at 97 billion, warren buffett at 96 billion, and so forth all of this is from forbes magazine, and i guess they ought to know anyway, there are 262 people with 9 billion or more. so that makes 262 people who could give everybody in the world 1 billion dollars and still have 1 billion or more for themselves but hold on - there are 365 days in a year! so for everybody to have a billion dollars every day, we still have to come up with another 103 billion maybe the top 103 could each give everybody in the world an extra billion (number 103, with a name you can’t pronounce from who knows where - probably another child porno king - has 18.1 billion) so that solves that problem. for one year, anyway. one year at a time, maybe the universe will blow up from global warming or something. except that these greedy sons of bitches probably won’t go along with it. what are you going to do? i saw this thing on twitter about proving that bigfoot built the pyramids. how can you tell that bigfoot built the pyramids? because there are no footprints of bigfoot around the pyramids! if bigfoot built the pyramids, doesn’t it stand to reason that he would wipe out all traces of his footprints? of course he would case closed talk to you later have a good one live free, and stay focused

people

by dog e relaford

people are gross and disgusting ignorant, and overly trusting out of date, and out of touch and i don’t care for them very much where did they come from, anyway and are they here to stay? how much nicer the world would be if it were not filled with such as these is there any hope for these slothful mopes? must everything beautiful be destroyed by these voids? who have no appreciation for life’s infinite variation but lock themselves in empty rooms and generate endless clouds of doom? i wish i could close my eyes and open them in sweet surprise at break of dawn to find all the humans gone unbound at last from the dreadful past slaves to those monstrous creatures with no redeeming features how the birds would sing every new day would bring some wonderful new thing o let freedom ring!

blue sky

by dog e relaford

the sky is blue the clouds are white it is day but will be night a blade of grass grows unobserved a butterfly swoops and then it swerves a raindrop falls but falls alone and then it dries upon a stone a beetle crawls on a fallen leaf encounters a bird and comes to grief a critter tries to cross the road meets a spinning tire and implodes the sun is tired it has climbed for miles it will start back down in a little while here is a thought and it is deep mother nature is never asleep the sky is blue the clouds are white it is day but will be night

picture

by genghis gilgamesh

i looked at a picture and it fell off the wall i whistled a tune and heard a voice in the hall i opened the door and nothing was there i dreamed of a seashore so blue and so fair i went back in the room and crawled under the bed and found an old postcard from aunt jane and uncle fred it said wish you were and wish you existed we looked in the book but you are not listed it is really a shame we are having such fun with all the beautiful people but you are not one i turned into a spider a tear fell from my eye there is rain in my cloud but no bird in my sky

the helpless ones

by bofa xesjum

the young lion talked helplessly but the zookeeper was not interested he had an appointment with dr browne at noon and was expecting a call from his broker, mr fisk, at two he felt that the predictions of doom in the press were fabricated and he was too old a hand to be taken in meanwhile the lion’s account grew more lurid by the minute does the creature have no shame, the zookeeper wondered a cloud drifted back and forth in the yellow sky the zookeeper looked down at his black shoe and a white spider crawled across it the interview was over the lion went back to his cage still weeping profusely at the injustice of it all because, in the end, that was all it took * sadly, the orange cat slept he missed all the excitement uncle carl was released from prison after serving fourteen years for an undisclosed crime the front lawn was filled with reporters but aunt susan made strawberry shortcake for dessert, as she did every thursday mother pretended to be happy that uncle carl had been released but she would really rather be in the montana badlands with her first love, black jack carter but the reporters were remorseless one fellow, especially, who wore a red tie and an old-fashioned white trenchcoat in spite of the heat peggy went outside and attempted to appeal to their better natures to no avail, as you may have guessed later that night, watching dan rather, we all pretended that nothing had happened including uncle carl, who sat quietly in the corner, devouring the last of aunt susan’s strawberry shortcake

8,000,000,000

by nick nelson

imagine imagine a world of 8,000,000,000 people where every one of them does their own thing and doesn’t care what the other 7,999,999,999 tell them to do and every one of the 8,000,000 thinks their own thoughts and doesn’t care what the other 7,999,999,999 think imagine a world of 8,000,000,000 people where every one of them writes a best selling novel and the other 7,999,999,999 all read it and think it is the greatest novel they ever read and where every one of the 8,000,000,000 people directs a blockbuster film which wins every academy award and the other 7,999,999,999 people all watch it and think it is the greatest movie they ever saw and where every one of the 8,000,000,000 starts a new religion and the other 7,999,999,999 are all converted to it and give all their money and property to it imagine a world. of 8,000,000,000 people where every one of them is a poet sitting in a sidewalk cafe watching the other 7,999,999,999 walk by and writing a poem in a little notebook describing the other 7,999,999,999 walking by imagine a world. of 8,000,000,000 people and every one of them is a waiter bringing a cup of espresso to the 7,999,999 poets watching the other 7,999,999,998 inhabitants of the planet passing by and the 7,999,999 poets leave a tip for the 7,999,999,999 waiters who will go home to their 7,999,999,999 lonely rooms and write 7,999,999,999 revolutionary manifestos that will inspire 7,999,999,999 revolutions wait something is missing someone is missing where is number 8,000,000,000? they must be here somewhere

moonlit road

by genghis gilgamesh

the path is narrow the forest black the green man carries the red man on his back the monster walks the moonlit road nods to a snake and laughs with a toad the dead man hangs on the gallows tree and swings in the breeze so easy and free where is king richard? where robin hood? the world is bad but should be good the queen in her castle counts her gold and sings a song that never grows old the young witch smiles to hear such stuff but the two old witches have heard enough the princess sleeps in her feather bed she is alive but will be dead the robin sits on his branch forlorn and waits for the new world to be born

elephant

by bofa xesjum

a gray elephant slept insincerely a jaguar approached cautiously somewhere a stock fell and a little girl was instructed in arithmetic but found it boring just because something happened does not make it important, dr dee explained patiently nor, dr burton added, is something interesting just because someone takes the trouble to describe it victoria squirmed sullenly in her chair and wished she were outside lying in the grass, with or without her puppy someone someone someone, she thought why are they always running on about this so-called someone where is my fancy man? and when will it be time for tea? * the white dog walked loudly over the polished floor agatha was not amused but what could she do? lord marsdale had her in his power, at least until the court finally ruled on uncle frederick’s will and that might not be for many years how agatha wished she were a man, or a bird or even the foolish white dog walking loudly over the polished floor sometimes she thought she hated the dog even more than lord marsdale and then suddenly a thought hit her like a thunderbolt she had never seen lord marsdale and the white dog together! whole new vistas opened up before her

windowsill

by genghis gilgamesh

betty johnson lived on a hill with a dog named adam and a snake named bill she went to work every day at the mill and left a pie on her windowsill a bum named custer happened by and spotted betty’s cooling pie a single teardrop filled his eye and a bird fell from the sky and then he saw a cloud and a voice from it said out loud there is nothing left to fall have a nice day, y’all the voice brought back memories and made custer weak in the knees he looked at the sky and passed up the pie though he could not really say why custer felt a feeling strange as he walked along the whispering range the world was changing someone was rearranging the atoms in the universe it would not be the first time it had happened to him but his memories were dim he trudged along, bereft only one memory was left he had a cat named larry snd a dog named joe it was a long tome ago they decided to rob the mail and away to easter island sail with the jewels in a coffee can yes, that had been the plan but king john had got there first king john, he was the worst the desert was filled with bones why would they not leave him alone?

the inhabitant

by dog e relaford

do i remember how things used to be? no, not really i have always just been me i sit in a room on the wall is a screen i press a button and observe the scene a lone horseman rides the range his hat is pulled low and his smile is strange he is as free as a bird and as crafty as a fox snakes and bandits hide behind rocks a town on the horizon is waiting for him ruled by a cattleman named big jim the stranger has destiny on his side the horse and big jim are along for the ride so is the town and so is the sky so is my room and so am i the red light blinks my protein is ready my water glass fills the air pressure is steady the stranger rides out of town it is time for the game if my team does not win i will know who to blame

the withdrawal

by nick nelson

mr jesse james, the richest man in the world, walks into a bank. he carries a new suitcase in his hand, and is accompanied by the lady in red, who is wearing a new fox stole purchased just that morning. the head cashier, mister william mckinley, recognizing mr james, comes out to greet him. what can i do for you this morning, sir, mckinley asks. i want to close my account. i have 222 billion dollars in it and i wish to withdraw it. certainly, sir. would you like a cashier’s check for the amount? that might be most convenient, although of course it is up to you. jesse james swings his suitcase up on to a counter beside him. no, i would like it all in crisp new one dollar bills. put them in this case. certainly sir. it might take a little while. i am no hurry, but i would like it as soon as possible., of course sir. would you like to wait in my office? no need for that. very well, sir. i will be as quick as i can. william mckinley takes the empty suitcase and disappears into the depths of the bank. the lady in red tugs at the ends of her new fox stole. how long is this going to take? she asks jesse james. not that long. what is your hurry? i want to get to the island before the tourists, that’s all. don’t worry, we will. i will have the tourists and the rabble held up at the dock, if necessary. outside, the limousine waits with the motor running. the chauffeur, john dillinger, leans against the hood of the sleek vehicle, eating a bag of pretzels. he is careful not to get any crumbs on the car. a light rain begins to fall.

my baby left me

by genghis gilgamesh

when my baby left me time came to a stop all the countries i conquered rebelled all my plays on broadway flopped no one returned my calls my postcards came back unread everyone i stopped on the street said, hey i thought you were dead i looked at the statues in the park but mine had been taken down and the pigeons who loved me so much had all left town where are the burgers of yesteryear the fries so golden and crisp? is fame only a dream? is life a will of the wisp? you ask for answers and they tell you to click on “like” you ask if you can sleep on the sidewalk and they tell you to take a hike long ago and far away george washington was president and he sat all day in a cherry tree and the branches were never bent abe lincoln ascended to heaven wearing a top hat ten feet tall now i wander the earth in the rain looking for my tennis ball my baby left me and the world can’t be far behind i thought everybody loved me how could i have been so blind

the apple

by genghis gilgamesh

the apple fell from the tree and then what? a creature came along and ate it that sounds reasonable i thought you might think so it is getting late not for me he will be here soon be that as it may, i don’t care you say that every night this time i mean it but you will find a way he has his reasons they all do he gave her something nice did she like it? she may have, or may not an angel came down from heaven what will they think of next? my lips are sealed it is one and the same to me all will be revealed would you have it any other way? there may be repercussions their lawyers can sort it out do not forget the banana what banana? what about the banana? that is a whole other story

the accused

by nick nelson

doctor, doctor, i’m in trouble my brain is bursting like a bubble i fall into a black whirlpool where green snakes hiss and red wolves drool everyone i ever thought was my friend is really not all my life i have been blind to the portents and the signs the winks and giggles and little coughs that should have set my buzzers off the laughter floating down the breeze that should have brought me to my knees at the company get together the chairman noted the lovely weather the sun was shining, then how quickly the eyes turned cold, the smiles turned sickly do i deserve such obloquy? i only wanted to be me must i on the wheel be broke? i was only making a little joke a blameless life - and then one slip! now i am tied to a sinking ship on a leaky raft i am set adrift one more wayward breeze - then pffft! what is that, you want details? i am sorry but my courage fails some things, doctor, are best unknown i ascend the gallows steps alone ah, now, i feel new resolution confession is the only solution how could i ever doubt my guilt? the machine is silent - the sign says “tilt"