by EndPoliticians | Sep 4, 2024 | Blog, Direct Democracy, Poems, Politics, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Truth Be Told, Writing
Leopards and Tigers, but no bears, oh my Animalistic prowling, today and gone by Yearning safari, all encompassing scope In situ waste of atoms, a perfect isotope Now in admission, concessionary zoo General staff wielding, what is one to do? Tread on...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 15, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Throne Trolls, Writing
могила (Tumulus) Wracked and ruined sickly body withstanding symptomatic diseased head Adjoining cervical attachment regulation guaranteed bloated leeches fed Nervous hypothyroidism manifested tellingly as geographical location bled Diagnostic compensation misnomer...
by EndPoliticians | Jul 11, 2024 | Blog, Philosophy, Poems, Pulpify, Writing
Observational obliteration, entwined, intermingled, engrained. Dimensional delving, maimed, defamed, shamed, one and the same, unneeded in name, there and then to the here and now. Surrounds, so in bound, shallows, the depths, telegraphed dichotomy, cleaved, in such...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 13, 2024 | Blog, Life, Philosophy, Poems, Writing
Diabolically dimensional. Disconcertingly diminutive. Deconstructive departurism. Succeedingly leading. Recessive recessiveness. So it goes. Set in motion. The choice is not. Upon the turn. Escape in escapism? One thinks not. But to return? Perhaps the answer. To void...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Circle jerk commencement leading to a traffic jam bonanza Looking both ways reveals not a woman anywhere in sight Unity amongst brothers that special connection is made Bad to the bone motto opens a gaping new perspective Hardly Davidson honing the head work bores...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, Writing
Cam’s shaft excitedly turns his faltering crank, As a handlebar moustache tickles his taint. Redlined palpitation races uncontrollably forward, Leaving that kickstand buried in the dirt. Ignition electric races in passionate direction, Surging energy throes a...
