They're Cops--Not Soldiers

   
   "They're Cops--Not Soldiers"   
   
Cuff & clasp--for walking on the Free, American Grass;
Hence, who is the real ass?
Regardless, not just rooted in dermal degree,
For I was once arrested for crafting poetry;
Moreover, No Fighting Words or Clear & Present Danger;
Plus, Ambiguous Prose; thus, 1st Amendment should have saved me like an Army Ranger;
Still, poor, different, mentally ill, and yes, black--
The once neighborhood friendly Starsky & Hutch is now juiced to attack--
Yup:  We all have targets on our back,
But our police shouldn't play soldier boy--
Join the Marines (War Corps) if you want to break another's toy.
Part of the community, respectfully talking a man down,
Not punishing the downtrodden citizen  for wearing the tears of a melancholy clown.

All I'm Say'n:

   
   "All I'm Say'n:"
   
Wicca don't be so FLIGHT with Catholicism, especially of the Irish Forge,
For theirs is a Step-Remote Pagan--though not a Partying-Polytheistic Gorge!
Do the Protestants call the Catholics the Devil?
Yet in the Vegetative Christ might they revel?
Knowing:  Power is available in Every Nation--
Even a Mortified Catholic can do,
Beloved--to both:  Adore & Tame the Shrew.  
   
We are All, mostly, trying!

How did Captain Hook die???
--Jock Itch . .  .

la Sainte Vierge

   
   "la Sainte Vierge"  
   
The Brothers Karamazov wisely frightens me,
Especially crucifixion sorrows endured by the Saintly Virgin as mentioned--2 us more free;
Nevertheless, Her corporeal womb crafted the Living Christ,
Birthing Genetic Love--intrinsic with a super-biology spliced--
A Mighty God totally tough & true,
Falling in favor with a Superior Virgin's Azure Hue;
Thus, redemption in that Lovely-Forged Lamb;
Also, wise for America to not Liberty damn,
Yet architect a Joan that amazingly can
Endure existence till evolved a Saint,
Shielding against Liberty getting the misinformation taint--
Too:  We are human (some are) full of trepidation,
Yet an attempt towards sublimity--thieves the phobia and preserves the Nation. 

Domino--American Forged

   
"DOMINO--AMERICAN FORGED"
   
Miss Neena was carried into the reverse-flux of all time,
Into the 1990's when Volcano Girls  radio-waved & Elvis Clinton did "is" rhyme;
Moreover, the 2nd Amendment safeguards the 1st--
No country would invade victorious, getting many-a-citizen's worst;
Specifically, an adversary beyond our Armed Forces, Police, & National Guard
Would mercurially retreat as our modern Minutemen would soooo totally play hard;
Alas, only should a projectile weapon be used to shield your virtue--
Domino knows:  well-schooled, wherever, makes the haters less hurt you.  

AMERICA--once, a Free Country!

   
   "AMERICA--once, a Free Country!"  
   
Madmen--they might be salaciously dubbed;
Nevertheless, constructing freedom for all sinking in ultra-conservative mud;
Indeed, whether a horse shot out from under General George,
Or a rock star reputation for Benji Franklin's desire to LIBERTY forge--
True America did outshine terror and phobic politicians crafting more legal fear;
Hence, make the "pseudo-patriot act" sweetly disappear--
Allow us mixed immigrants to magnanimously imbibe, willfully write, & revere all people;
Plus, grant us free worship in mud huts or underneath the apex of ostentatious steeple,
For to bind a soul living under the fortunate flap of OLD GLORY,
Wickedly thieves away our liberty-loving story. 

Black Canary Sings To Liberty!!!

  
   "Black Canary Sings To Liberty!!!"
   
Forgive my artist; he has never been comforted by buxom beauty.

Dinah Drake offers no manifestation of screaming, canary cries,
For her lovemake is never disguised by the glamour of the fishnet thigh-high;
Still it worked for the gravely-singing cat, Tina Turner;
Thus, original Black Canary acts & impersonates; plus, Judo--a many-hued learner.
And what of the modern system in America--
Doesn't this wend against Benji Franklin's Liberty-Loving hysteria?
So, might as well make liquor illegal in the American South;
Next, there will be medical beer from the government's fork-tongued mouth--
See how it feels to have a disease
And not enter the sublimity of a healing, buzzed state that does shrink and seize
Growing inflammation and raging tumor trouble--
Yup, America:  Don't live in an anti-liberty, conservative-constricting bubble.   
   

My Funky Baby!

   
   "My Funky Baby!"
   
I want everybody to meet my Funky Baby!!!
She's so funky now,
My Funky Baby--
She's so funky now--
She's making gravy!
She's so funky now;
I want her rabies!
She's so funky how!?!
Like peaches tasty.
She's gone funky wow!
Saves from Hades.
She shifts funky now!
Our luv is Mercedes.

And yes, crappy, distorted crayon art--it spat furiously from a questionable quill without the illumination of desk or lamp, like Benji Franklin's Autobiography trumping the Dr. Oz diet--only targeted towards "woman-kind"; specifically, a Southern Man says of the esoteric physician:  "Boy!  He comes from the Land of Oz."     
  
PSEUDO-BLACK CANARY (possibly, a Funky Baby).