Showing posts with label ann coulter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ann coulter. Show all posts
ANN COULTER IS-
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. -- John Dryden1631-1700, British Poet, Dramatist, Critic
O! Ann,
You silly adolescent!
Are you not adequately ashamed
At being a scalawag,
That you need be artless, too?
You've no more imagination
Than that of dust?
Is there no shame in your limbs
To hide thy breathless bones?
You’re now filched, stolen away thus;
“Why, simpleton, do you mix your verses with mine?
What have you to do, foolish (wo)man, with writings that convict you of theft? Why do you attempt to associate foxes with lions, and make owls pass for eagles?
Though you had one of Ladas's legs,
you would not be able, blockhead,
to run with the other leg of wood.”
(Marcus Valerius Martial)
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
THE EXORCIST
Inspired by- It's My Right To Be Left Of Center
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
THE EXORCIST
Inspired by- It's My Right To Be Left Of Center
SCREECHING DAMNED DARKNESS
You with
Your hairy full stern faces of fiery bottom’s witchery,
You with
Your yellow spines bereft of an iota of valor,
You with
Your Beelzebub lips shitting forth a craven confusion,
You with
Your vacant eyes swimming of jaded rhetoric,
You with
Your cuckolding the asbestos burdened air in weak-kneed butchery,
I say to hell with the whole damn lot of you unholy sycophants!
Go ahead and pinch off your fecal-end of maliciousness and seditiousness
And your bile-filled words wrought from damnation’s bungling lexicon.
Bray upon the low road, bellow within the vile sewer of your lies.
You goddamned soulless creatures have seen your everlasting final day!
Your last day where you are not met by most wicked and wailing wrath,
Unmet by citizenry consuming your depraved and hopeless declarations.
In Dante’s Inferno of unbearable, ceaseless screeching damned darkness,
All shall witness your skull-cracked, spine-split, loveless passing
And spit upon your shadow as you flail and wail the ultimate descent.
Malkin, Coulter, Hinderaker, Limbaugh, Horowitz, and the like,
It would behoove you to belly up to Jesus while you’ve the chance.
Drop to your Tupperware knees and fervently beseech his forgiveness.
Pray that his bloody fists do not rain down Hell on your comeuppance!
You with
Your devil’s axe-in-the-back bewitching gaze,
You with
Your lowly spittle-driven bunker-bombs,
You with
Your odious goddamned quarrel,
You with
Your last dash, your final sound, your deep pocketed lies,
You with
Your whore’s logic and godless-jawed baneful tongues,
These, your words, will fall upon the deaf ears of those living
Now long abused where planets tremble.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
Inspired by Unclaimed Territory
SNEERING, BRISTLING MOUTHS
Only a society that has ceased to value that reasonable context of discussion (in other words, only a society that no longer really cares about itself) could enthusiastically make significant room for someone like Coulter, who rakes in profits by making up lies and "entertaining" people by demanding the deaths of those she hates. And American society today makes room not only for her, but also for an entire right-wing movement for which “eliminationist” rhetoric has become the norm. This is a society that no longer trusts itself, that is incapable of seeing its citizens as citizens and therefore as worthy of respect.
O! Mouths that bridle the sneering air,
Minds horrible of this;
Irrational expressions,
Flabbergasted lies,
Damnable discourse!
You are loud as limbs,
Shrill as death,
Evil as murder!
You are eradication’s soldiers
Armed in deceit,
Fortified in hateful corruption,
And wrapped in dogmatic shrapnel!
O! Minds entertained by your thrusts
Have been put to sleep by the noise,
By the incessant rumbles,
Entertaining droll mugs,
Telling us,
“Life’s a gas!”
“All is well!”
“Relax!”
Your mouths bristle the sneering air,
Jaws made despicable by your howling
Toward corruption’s wanton bride,
You're planting your seeds intolerably deep,
Scratching the bowels of hell,
And dipping our roots in death’s slag,
You scoundrel-dogs,
You witches misery!
O! You scraggly saw-toothed snipers
Mustn’t be given America’s credence!
You must be challenged forthrightly
And not given reign of our trust.
Truth must reel your despotic cretin
To the draggled bottom of anguish,
Leaving you to choke on your venomous,
Empty expressions!
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
THE BUTCHER OF RAGHEAD
“Chink, cracker, nigger, jew
gook, polak, spic `n raghead”, too
You speak ever so beautifully
of this, our world’s humanity
Oh! Your freedom of speech
looks so damn good on you
The color of a true patriot
A real paragon of rhetoric
Rant for red white `n blue
screech your racist sentiments
spit your imperialistic intent
sing it loud you miscreant
Warble and shriek o’er the seas
excusing all American atrocities
Croon you damn loose-lipped slut
Croon, rigor mortis bitch of rant
Go on lift lightless, lifeless odium
in completed worship of self
cleave thou freedom-less screeching
thus ending your rhetorical butchery
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A parody on the banal song "I Love Ann coulter"
Watch this video to get a taste for the lyrics and then read my take on the song. It's just a silly song (poem) mocking an even sillier song by the Right Brothers.
NO WAY IN HELL THEY'RE IN LOVE WITH ANN COULTER
She’s got nasty hair... skinny legs….
And a FOX-News intellect!
She’s a plagiarizer…a bulimic dieter,
I just hope she’s into jumpin' off ledges!
She captures neocon hearts
Sells lies from the start
I know the tramp’s so damned pecuuuulllliar…
I can’t stomach Ann Coulter!
When all I wanna do is choke her…
And have her see her final E-K-G...
Just like she does... in my dreams!
I wonder, “Do they want to be her boyfriend?”
Cause they’ve gotta be a wheezin’...
Tellin’ Ann that she’s their fantasy.
They gotta see a man is their lover…
No way in hell they’re in love with Ann Coulter!
Each time her mouth’s upon their vertical fantasy
Or they look in her orbs they know
She’s charging them a whorrrrrin' fee…
They can’t be in love with her!
When all I wanna do is choke her
And have her see her final E-K-G
Just like she does in my dreams!
Fools memorize her pages
Just like Mark-pedo-Foley!
Imps quote her books at work
With their Godless smirks
They don’t live in reality!
There’s much they don’t know of her
But by the day they’re gettin' bolder,
Tellin’ me I want tyrrrrrranny,
I should be on my knees to her
Cuz they’re in love with Ann Coulter!?
No way in hell they’re in love with her!
How the hell can they be in love with her?
No way they’re in love with her…?
No way in hell they’re in love with Ann Coulter!
If you can handle an overabundance of inane lyrics and banality then venture to the links below.
(This blog is not responsible for the possible brain damage that may occur from visiting the following sites.)
The Right Brothers' Web Site
The Right Brothers' songs