I had my poem “Uncensored.co.nz is so very very tough!” which I submitted to this online uncensored site https://uncensored.co.nz put in a ‘pending’ bin last December. And then the other boot dropped off on the floor and it vanished!
Uncensored.co.nz is so very very tough!
“When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.”
So organic and wholesome not even a wiff
Of dirty old Diesel’s ever-burning foul wick –
That is killing our natural world so quick,
Though the Herald would pout: “That is wicked and absurd –
We must restore GNP though we lose every bird”.
Zionist councils plot Saint Nick’s sad demise:
The Christmas decorations are sparse – or retired;
That the fight is against ignorance has always been true,
Oh for an Einstein non-corporate vision and view-
Young Jewish Diaspora may be our only faint hope:
Not right-wing -religious, nuclear to the teeth,
Nor dated relics like these strange old popes-
“Say a hundred Hail Marys you scary old geeks!”
And Rupert Murdoch clones weird media blokes –
Much media is now just a censored entertainment hoax:
Fascists earn evanscartoons.com drole pokes:
Good people can win – nazi jerks are just jokes!
America’s Zionized capitalist media is stuffed-
Uncensored.co.nz is very very tough!
Malcolm Evans…… https://evanscartoons.com
Brian Evans …………https://apoem.com
So how would this Bruce Springsteen lyric fair?
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but theres no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run.
Is there some Kiwi law I have broken?
Too much passion for the passionless people or person?
I would like to know.
Genially (still) brian john evans