Direct marketing

Zip Zip Zip -- Zip zippity do-da zip!
Multi-level marketing scheme, corporate trust is but a dream
Coercion, manipulation and deceptive tactics
Come on in you'll earn in the next brackets

Who even makes money there?
What a predatory fucking joke
Cultlike brainwashing, affixing cattle to yoke
How do they do it, how do they fucking do it?

They dwell in sociopathic circles
--Or brainwash college graduates to use coercive sales tactics
--Themselves employing coercive sales tactics to rope more people in
--Make the customer feel good about themselves, and make the employee feel good about themselves.

The mantra goes:
"What's better, an employee who can sell twenty products, or train four people to sell five products?"

"We're gonna sit down and do your break even!"

So let me get this straight.
You want to know my weekly finances?

"Yes! Part of earning is learning where you have room to cut back."

Make them feel more comfortable with earning less
By suggesting where they can remove income stress
And directing them into the shared living space
So they can brainwash 24/7 like without an ethic's trace

What a disgrace
What a sad sick disgusting shame
To look people square in the face
Lying about the nature of the game

What a fucking crime.

Long line on love afar

Sunkissed spring light flame
Heartbeat's valleyed glowing
Curtained wonders shine

When love is a distant affair, from world's afar.

Some day, let me hold you. Let me keep you safe in my arms, and squeeze me like you want to be squeezed back.                      
And let me make you feel butterflies, and you make me feel butterflies.                
Let's be the modern romance, boy and girl from an ocean apart meet in farflung corners of Earth.      
And they don't know if it will work, but finding out if love at first sight can be true will make it more sweet when it is?

You deserve a thousand poems, a thousand roses, and a thousand kisses.
You deserve butterflies every day -- the sick tingling feeling of new love.
You deserve someone to call you sweetheart, and to call sweetheart.

Rancid Astrophil 18

So much for god damned star lover -- that's me
So much grief caused by things earthly mortal
Ignorant crutch -- Jovian sky portal
Desolate butcher -- rancid cream -- fact free

The last god in me hates all I despair
Feckless god damned governmental pity
Can't stave of hunger or starvation's city
Can't fast unquick -- laud justices unfair

Torment this fucking looker on of star
Making beauty-physic fairer than far
Of that cosmopolitan cosmic plane
To what metropolitan caustic fame

Makes of this fucking bullshit days-end game
When frustration makes keyboard warrior sane

Rancid Astrophil 17

Star loving ramrodding shit flinging chump
Let murky hate flow expelling all air
And finding not but musk in all things fair
Forget all tact and dump rear end on stump

Pull up a chair as to throw yourself down
Delengthen yourself like omega man
Ripped raw of bong starches baked black and tan
A mocking dickless state's shit warring frown

While madness condenses and all things suck
For Happning meets and meatings greets in sheets
In beds sleeping with nice women strange fuck

Let the world fucking implode in shy beats
Ass beaten raw with tiresome once shrugs
Tiring and retiring midst murder thugs

Rancid Astrophil 16

Three would be lovers who never were mine
The sweet mother I never met at all
Moon ghost who vanished leaving me to fall
Had not opportuned me to wine and dine

And of course that 苏州 most darling sweet
Of them I never did meet the first chance
When amour I gained at but a first glance
These three were all but a fleeting eye's treat

I am fortunate 'nuff as Stan Lee said
To have looks and smarts and cleverest head
But knowing enough to know what's not fine
And seeing that I'm lost in what is mine

Always in the back of my mind is there
The idea of a future not fair

Rancid Astrophil 15

The snivelling form of Richard the king
Hobbled in the corner like vile creature
Sad Gollum petting his precious feature
Sickly disfigured nature's treason thing

The rancid star lover with the ram's head
Fapping to many a forlorn lover
The wonder of new lust to discover
And the wits of his own nature fed

Then stamp out the light of those bloody spots
Forgetting youthful years of loving fucks
Forgotten in youths tearful tainted cucks
We instead light the match anew with plots

Get on with it be ghost or be ghosted
And throw away feelings at once hosted

Wakes

Wave wakes dew drop foam

Crescendo peninsula

Curtain drawn shoreline

Rancid Astrophil 10

Marks my demeanor with spring time season
And oh -- what a spring time season it's been
Thoroughly my dating apps full of win
Curiousness then exciting reason

Befell me with unexpected surmise
A fire in one's eye, so did I swipe right
Her cuteness prevailed, and matched my delight
When a tinder flame turned tinder surprise

A match made rematch, to match make a friend
A blind date perspective excited me
It might go, quite well, or oh so badly
Curiousness won, and so to surrend

Any disbelief made by my own mind
Whisked away when to 苏州 I did find

On Epic

This poem is just a jumble of thoughts expressed
in passing

Rancid Astrophil 6

That bitterless not ssweet taste o' divine
A putrid rock in cheek see not the damned
But lucidly makes boastful, fistful, words hammed
That lord of the flies is not truly swine

The effort last ditched in place perfect pitch
Fruitless nights of ποιέω in cafe
Finding no Sylvan words for beings fae
Discovering days withheld of the bitch

Moonlit horrors' tumultuless fever
Weights not the least dense of my worst days' day
Festering stones in tongueless cheeks don't pray
That the Sun hoists days as with moon's lever

The Poetic gesture of my own night
Is that I will be forgotten in spite.

History of the Western Poetic Tradition

This is a poem of sorts, but not entirely
If I could write the history of the Western poem in one sentence,
It would be this:

First there was Homer, and then it got harder.

Literati

When Rat Traps maximize
All affect stands in most articulate poise,
And when predicates terrorize
Alternative facts express mellifluous intention.

Hootsuite's scheduling of stock photos
Twitter posts and fans of your Facebook page.
Food pics, #hasthags and rage post dramas
Political savvy, time zones around the world

And things you do, as if nobody is watching.

Such as dancing to the tune of a different key,

And the drum of a different beat.

You may find love on Tinder

And on Pinterest, chocolate chip cookie recipes,

Censored documents, burnt to a cinder

And of interest, a Danish roux with
potatoes carrots and peas.

But there will be no puzzle peace

In this Mangalomaniacal haze

Before fires make double cease

That lasts for ends beyond days

Tiger 3-4

Part 3

Expensive wine as Barolo
Picked of the vine that grows
of the grape of Nebbiolo
A Piedmontese vinery rose

To be consumed by whom which partake
In thingstuffs and fineries
Which leave the soul in a state of heartache
For luxuriestuff from expensive dineries

Then sit cross from me, me and I
And share in this fermentery so fine
For which witness of, seek to spy
Of this that is so richest of the wine

But don't!
Or do.


Part 4


Taken from one extreme to another
Oh! So so so haughty
East Coast to Pacific North something or other
Dabble with drugs, oh so naughty

The low-calorie martini
Of MDMA fame
Burns not as the Scotch
Yet indifference the same

And not the same type of word name
Although alcohol is no less a drug
Than any other Absinthe, or Mezcal
When nothing becomes of a larval bug

威士忌酒
For me，you，my love, ic luvie þe

December 2nd

December darkly Memoirs of early autumn air Motors hum distant .

Foreplay

Poignant melodramas
Make angry faces at melancholy
benevolent Despots.

As the last Gandhi speaks

the last lama reconsiders

taking reincarnation out of the picture.

But reincarnation doesn't exist

And souls don't exist

Or ghosts of Gandhic disciples

Aliens don't mutilate sacred cows

for your pleasure.

牛肉很好吃
There's nothing quite like -- a
        Big Mac. But most all burgers are better.

Food blows electric daisy winds
                    Pushing up 9 inch nails
                    Against the ruddy teal waters
Of tall mountains.

Tantric massages know no
               Bounds when prostitutes
Bind legislation
And make bitter pills in Ecstasy.

Tiger

Fetid noxious swamp aghast
The sight of the Id before the Ego
Archetypes anxious for Anything at last
They hid backstage among sentence fragments, snorting blow

Romeo oh Romeo wherefore art thou
For I see not but a foul gas
Breaking out beyond and past the brow
Cross putrid swamp's mossy hairlike grass

Prowling tiger kisses sweet limericks
And men from Nantucket pick fights
While a dog is strong up in a Shangri-lift

Sweet female bodies sell marvelous mavericks
To masses of consumerist knights
Who don't shoot penises at virtual paintings

Part 2

老虎， 我爱你
康熙帝说了，可是我不知道
Tiger also loves me
But Kangxi died a long time ago now.

Is Chinese poetical, and English dry?
Do you beg to differ, me and I?
Romance languages are passionate! Right?
Germanic-coolness, eh mite?

McLuhan said things
The medium speaks about itself
Twitter communicates what.

140 characters or less.
Radiance. Brilliance.
Eat gall bladder of the Tiger for more power.

What Cucks Think

It snowed again today

It doesn't often snow in Vancouver,

Twas a record setting season they say

Covering the ground like a haggard reminder

Old time is still a flying,

It's the end of the world -- as we know it

When Carlson melts down. Ice.

With his laser-focused heat ray vision.

Dear "You're supposed to be the" Science Guy, Bill Nye

"I'M OPEN MINDED. YOU'RE NOT!" 

Tucker
P.S.

"Love the bow tie, more than life itself."

Let it go -- let it all go, instead

Remember the time of Stravinsky,

or the times of Beethoven, or Hendrix.

Or Deathcab for Cutie. Or Daft Punk.

The maelstrom whirls, and the

Jovian sky portal calls forth

the winds of the Polar Vortex.

When that glorious lamp of heaven

Signals to erudite Alex Jones

that globalists market hot yoga as 

part of their demonic Illuminati agenda

TO TURN THE FROGS GAY

然后他说话 -- to one million Americans.

And yet the climate, changes the least.

But other climates change more,

And it is a sign, that the change is

very great.

Mind the climate, both literally and figuratively.

Pythia

E, one half of Pytho
The oracle of Apollo's temple
"No man in Athens is wiser than Socrates"
More or less said.

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Are the properties of word
inherent in the name of word
Heo biþ genemned
可是她没有叫名字。

Discordant struck strings
plucking notes of higher things
High structures, fine chords
"arpeggio", "tighter, AND faster."

Though I sit a small breadth away
A city's width to stray -- some might say
Flow, as the orchid, dancing lady
Go, like Ovid, the didactic coronary

Metamorphose, Sinful Oni,
Do not lay þine Kawaii neko-eyes  (😽)
Beady as the Magatama
On mine sulfurous guise.

The 9th of November

Windswept static brown 
Brush over rugged Earth 
Electric autumn

Pan's Cabin

Gygax brings his Geiger counter -- evolving Gliscor 
But autocorrect says "Scoreline"
Meanwhile, Google knows exactly what I want.

刘晓波 is Empty Chair.

Control the masses, fly orange skinned kites

Can't unbreak glasses, stones unthrown trade no bites

Artificial Intelligence knows all names

And creates augmented reality games.

So many rhyming couplets

I shall at least refrain

From using nothing but quatrain.

For/get/ forms/, read/ ev/er/y/ syll/able/ stressed/.

Read every with three syllables, just in that line.

Enjamb

ment.

Poetry and poets are often self-referential

Is it a calculated risk to boast

In a world where Bolsheviks round up versers

And liberty-for-all types are birthers.

Freedom-fighter, terrorist or thought provoker?

Anti-establishment, anarchy or moron?

That sounds like Adam Kokesh or Milo Yiannopoulos 

A bitter, trite, stomach ulcer,

Eyes in hand, still can't topple two in the bush.