Category: R.M. Engelhardt
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HIS REVENGE SMELLS LIKE … DONNIE wants a WARWants a war wants a warDonnie wants a war wantsA war wants a war becauseDONNIE is in COURT is in courtIs in court is in court & DONNIEIs a Fucking MONSTER THAT ? If RE-ELECTED Will take revengeOut on everyone Including YOU Because HE hasTo wearBIG BOY…
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BUKOWSKI ON PARALLEL EARTH Sometimes I wonderIf Bukowski’s still aliveSomewhere on a parallel world Where he writes cute poemsAbout happy rainbows, puppiesAnd kittens WhereasAll the politically correctPoets & haters on that world Get drunk all day & goTo the racetrack And they all just keep on hating him BecauseNo matter what he writesOr what he…
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THE UNNECESSARY ANGEL OF POETRY One-daySoon after the glamor had faded The sun ate all her flowersHer milk & honey As Taylor toured AmericaInspiring poetic amnesiaTo kids As old poems & memoriesDied hard & rotted in their graves The dirt All lost to a McGenerationWithout focus Without hope Rhyming incoherentlyAttempting consciousness As someone randomAn unremarkable…
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AN ODE TO THE DOLLAR STORE An ode to the dollar storeWhere once everything, everyItem was once a dollar the tp, theCandles the candy the knock offsOf Barbies & all the superhero Dolls Now All a dollar twenty-five My old uncle used to tellMe stories, urban legendsAs a child about how comicBooks once only cost…
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DOOMSDAY SONG Light up another smokeSee the fire Dream in other realms Could this have been a better life? A better world? Light up another smokeSee the fire Smell the ashes burn It’s just anotherDay in paradise Enjoy it while you can ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2024
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THE LUNACY OF POETS One poet agreesWith your politicalViews but his overgrownEgo perpetuates pureJealousy Attacks youOn social mediaBecause you have moreFollowers Gets blocked &His ass kickedPublicly MeanwhileAnother oneHas a fake profile& pretends to beA caring soul Turns out to beA fascist trollPlaying a game Not a writerOr a poetBut some “Thing”With a complexCalled “Hate” StuckUp…
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THE POETRY OF THE 21ST CENTURY Standing out in the coldWriting a poemThat no one will ever Read This is the wayThe life of a poet Capturing the lightWithin the dark forNo one but the here &There and not the everyoneOf everywhere Only in the shadowsOf brief humanityDo we wanderIn a new century The crowdsThe…
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THE FEAST OF IMMORTALS The banquet begins. The first servingOn the menu is thePoor the taste of theirDevastation & suffering Exquisite An appetizerBaked by the scumlordsThe landlords who keepRaising their rents forcingThe hardworking & the onceMiddle class to their knees Delicious The profitThe disease &The dance of joyAnd of knowing thatThey are never going toBe…
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