A poem from my wayward youth, when I used to ponder my existence.
In my not-so-humble opinion, it is easier to quit smoking cigarettes than it is to quit Twitter. — Read on http://www.patreon.com/posts/46128039
Once again, your favorite poet is begging for money.
A poem whose title demonstrates truth in advertising.
No ideas. Writers block. Fuck it, just put something on the page, then hit post. But what if it doesn’t make sense? Doesn’t matter, hit post, keep posting. Post post post. You need the likes. True, I’m fiending. That means you’re addicted. Yup, and twitter is my dealer. You should quit. You just told meContinue reading “Your Likes are My Crystal Meth”
Peace is the spirit of the messenger, with birds over yonder. Perched is a dove, a crow, and a pigeon. Perched as the employees of deliverance and omens, and so shall they be our messengers of peace. Peace that which comes from the messengers, and all the work they’ve done.
Vengence, unguarded, has all but been abandoned. Anger, the burning coals the buddha talked about, drop them. See their sparks as they grind into the Earth, then darken into nothing. No time like the present, no fear but the accented. This is where I should always be, yet it means nothing when you stay stagnent.Continue reading “Why A Poem Never Belongs to The Author”
The hipster hellscape. The trendy dystopian trope and all those goddamn post apocalyptic motifs. Cliche at this point, the world ended years ago. Yet the trends keep being shat down our throats but blue check mark movie producers and hack comedians with shitty podcasts that should have come out 10 years ago, when the materialContinue reading “Hollywood Hellscape”
To my new followers I say thank you and welcome! I hope you enjoy my political tirades and hot takes, but mostly I hope you enjoy my poetry. If you enjoy this blog I that ask you to please join my patreon. This blog is totally self run and run out of pocket, and sinceContinue reading “Join My Patreon”
Too poor to write? Too dumb to be important. That is what you say when you scoff at the literate, When you make “beautiful” synonymous with “bougie” Literature and Revolution, name one that never had the other. Yes, the old guard is no longer revolutionary, but you still have much too learn if you replaceContinue reading “Insulting, a poem”
Well intentioned white liberals often assume that all oppressed groups stand in solidarity with each other, that is because liberals are class reductionist.
Why I am going to write as much poetry as I will about politics.
Official Post from The Professional Protester : Your house is my home, Mr. and Mrs. Landlord.You have the deed,but I have the memories.It might be your property, but it is my life.The living room that you want to sell,That is where I saw our children play,Where I did puzzles with grandma,Where my siblings and I playedContinue reading “Your House, My Home (A poem about eviction) | The Professional Protester on Patreon”