Taren from McTurtleland Just sit right back while I tell the story of Taren from the Bluegrass state Selling peg games, serving dumplings Life was good till she met her fate She agreed that the Cove was real and that it could pulverize you But she swallowed the line that the vax was bad and a mask would put you in the ICU She feared the effects, ten years from now if she took the Fauci Ouchie Now she’s food for bugs while I write bad rhymes from my Caribbean couchy So down at the Barrel of Crackers The crackers spend their cash, sit in rockers, and play checkers And the cook still slings the hash But gullible Taren knows none of this, and can’t realize her blunder Green grow the lilacs, blue grows the grass with Taren six feet under Please support this site!

Humpty Dumpty in Kentumpty Humpty Dumpty had a neckbeard Then one day he felt sickly and weird Gridiron tactics couldn’t win James this battle For the X‘s and O’s faded to a death rattle Does he somewhere reflect on his football glory? If a bass boat’s involved, it would complete the story Soon he was under the soil six feet But his wife quickly found her a new Humpty sweet

He Took One For The Team Covid cootie catcher Rolls of neckly fat Might have worn a red hat too But I’m not sure of that Taught health but learned nothing Covid took his life Another guy who is his clone Now plows his widowed wife

Delmar Dawn Delmar Dawn, what’s that mask you ain’t got on Could it be the kind that stops the Wuhan Flu? It took your hubby Rob That cheatin’ preachin’ knob Look out, it may be comin’ for you too

Dear Ms. Biester Dear Ms. Biester Is kicking life’s Keister She’s got her priorities right Said “Now that Rob’s buried it’s high time I’ve hurried to find a new bear to hold tight” Her former guy, Rob was a goateed slob who wielded the sword of the Lord Thought he could beat it but soon was defeated, and instead got his Herman Cain Award

Hardheaded Robert Hardheaded Robert was stubborn as hell ”Ain’t gettin’ no shot, for my prayer serves me well!” Was he testing The Lord? I’ll let you judge Though he sure wasn’t helped by that beard and neck pudge Now, he doesn’t seem to have been a bad sort Not as hateful and mean as our usual cohort When he sickened he could have gone straight to a pew But instead coughed his way to the ol’ ICU Where good doctors and nurses tried all that they could But when O2 reached 80, they knew where he stood They said “Dawn, we’re sorry, we’ve done all we can so you‘d best start looking for another man” So Dawn got jiggy with a brand new dude And they placed dear Robert in a box made of wood They they buried his carcass, in a Christian tradition Now the worms look to Robert to get their nutrition

Larry Keller, Conspiracy Spreader Larry Keller, conspiracy spreader Maybe he’ll live, or maybe be deader Than a doornail or that trout he caught And when he’s gone, he’ll count for naught For the Keystone State is turning blue Poor Doug Masturbano won’t know what to do He’ll try to turn things much much redder Without Larry Keller, conspiracy spreader

Elegy for a Louisiana Native Waylon made it his life’s mission Of posting shit, and goin‘ fishin’ with faithful Wanda by his side till Covid took his redneck hide At super speed, she buried him And his replacement moved right in With goatee, hat and his bass boat There’s no more to write, so that’s all I wrote Except that I thought she might be sadder But she’s now climbing Jacob’s ladder.

Farewell Lisa Farewell Lisa, woman of rancor So deeply in love with your own anger Your time is done Your spirit is free I‘m sure someone will miss you But it won’t be me

So Long Diamond Can’t spread damaging disinformation Nor engage in mental masturbation Will you be haunted, wherever you’ve gone by the people you lied to and caused so much harm? Now there’s one less blabbing right wing hero And my givafukometer is sitting on zero

TRIBUTE TO VAXXYLADY Goodbye, Vaxxylady Though I never knew you at all You kindly gave to us Lots of good fresh meat They crawled from under rocks And they sickened and some died For want of a little shot And we got out daily treat And it seems to me you lived your life Like a webstress in the wind Never quite sure who to include When the names came in And I’d really like to thank you For all you did I guess you burned out long before The epidemic did

Written from my home in exile….. Dr. Gold and Her Lies Simone’s been with us ten days and smells like horseshit pie That’s quite a great accomplishment Considering she didn’t die If you enjoy my poetry, please donate to support this site. Vaxxylady, we must have fresh meat!

I Don’t Give a Fick She posted falsely lying memes I hope no one believed it “Vaccine bad, virus hoax” Tried to make us see it May her license be revoked What kind of nonsense has she toked? A “healer“ made the MAGAts sick But I no longer give a Fick

Fritz The Dead Cat Fritz sez “I’m tough” But he was only faking it Dead red in a swing state? Hell yeah, we’re surely taking it! From the frozen Northern boundary To the shores of Mag a Lardo They’re falling like the autumn leaves The backdrop is a rainbow A couple hundred every day It all accrues, I’m sure If MAGAtry is our disease Then Covid is the cure If you enjoy my poetry, though it be cold and insensitive at times, please donate to support this site.

Miss Conception 1980 Antivaxxer, political rifter Angry nutbrain, High Plains Grifter Beauty queen, way back when Now you’re filtered, and filtered again Harry got Cove and damn near died And you vowed vengeance on Qeteb’s hide For causing sickness with evil thought Now, wouldn’t it be easier to just get the shot? If you enjoy my poetry, please support this site by clicking the donate button.

The Significant Other It was only four months after Eric passed away His “significant other” let no moss grow under her va-jay-jay Got married to another guy with facial hair and hat Tossed Eric’s shit into the dumpster And by golly, that was that. I feel very badly for this family. The “significant other” behaved terribly. A family tragedy brings out the worst in some and the best in others. If you enjoy my poetry, please click on the donate button to support this site.

Joanne’s Nightmare Joanne has this singular thought: ”Stick by your guns, don’t get the shot” It’s the vaxxed, who are doing the dyin’ And it isn’t for the lack of trying That evil Dr. Fauci hasn’t controlled your thoughts With those pesky nanobots They’ll take over yer brain in no time flat You’ll turn into a Godless Democrat And when they’re finished doing that You’ll quickly morph into a Lesbian cat Your skin will turn dark, then chillingly You’ll turn in your guns, and willingly Then when Mary Kay sees that your skin is black She’ll make sure you don’t get that pink Cadillac If you enjoy my poetry (Joanne won’t), please hit the donate button to support this site.

Paula is Gone, And All I Got Was A Poorly And Hastily Composed Acrostic Poem So around she effed And out she found Yes Paula had her Big necrofeline rebound Yikes, time‘s run out! Ew, now she’s gone! Pee on both her And traitor Don Underground she now feeds the worms Like a habitat for bugs and other verms And we’re still here to keep up the fight …….If you enjoy my poetry, please support this site.

The Lemming. Following each other blindly over a cliff to their deaths.

Fake Fan Mail, sanitized for the more sensitive among us: You intercoursing poopie heads! You should refrain from further mocking us! The person who gave birth to you brings naughty sensations to me, you reprobate maternal fornicators! I bet you don’t eat all your vegetables, and leave dirty plates under the couch. This is your last warning you sphincter brained rodent. I sincerely hope you become very very sick.