The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
Lures the perpetual orphan in me
Me who had never been happy or young
Always suppressed and never free
One who is always betrayed and abused
One who’s been abandoned, alone
One, never loved, and one, always used
I have so aged but alas never grown
Never grown up, still a parentless child
Never content and never at peace
It would be so nice to be gone in the wild
Just to be gone, disappear and cease.

Hitler

by Fledermaus

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A Quick Ode to Spam

Not every sale must be a scam
Not every can of canned pork Spam
Besides, Spam is quite delicious
Though some folks say it’s not nutritious
But what a hungry morning begs
Bien sûr, it begs for Spam and eggs
So for the pleasure of programming
Let us enjoy both spam and spamming

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Is Doctor’s duty to tell his patient truth?

Should doctors never lie?

That truth is really of no use

If it makes poor patient die.

Facebook

A Poem about Facebook by Fledermaus

Facebook is neither a book nor a face
Facebook is type of a disease
A plague of sorts, and a disgrace
A vast cesspool of filth and sleaze

Facebook is a defeat of human spirit
Facebook deprives you of your face
Of soul, of dignity, of feelings
It is a curse upon the human race

Facebook is a misinformation pool
Where the Deep State’s evil censors dwell
Facebook is the refuge of a fool
With intelligence of a dead sperm cell

Facebook is run by the Satanic tribe
Its denizens are also a mad crowd
And it’s not easy to describe
Its harm (besides it’s not allowed)

Protect yourself and save your kids
And stay away from Facebook
Don’t pay for Evil’s nasty deeds
Don’t be a victim on the hook

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The Poetic Sense

Poetic sense of this all that it may not make much sense poetically though it is still something one can ponder upon, and not necessarily for hours and end. I’ve decided for myself that the evil F*book is a great source of distraction and I can live without it. I am puzzled by why some people can’t.

The Second Problem

The second problem with it is that the biowaste that owns and runs it, literally, is of a so evil and low kind, that I can’t think of another instance in history, except perhaps for the Bolshevist rule in Russia where so few controlled so many. And by the way the same people who run the F*book were behind the Bolshevik “movement”, in fact were the Bolsheviks.

The third and the scariest part about it

why the F*book has to be ditched is its shameless usurpation of power that in the past was the domain of the most oppressive governments. Since F*book represents a symbiosis of hidden government power and of forces even more sinister than that, in is, in reality, a quintessence of evil.

So stay away for your own good. Don’t fall into the trap.

In Memoriam

You were not human.
You were better.
Your gaze is unforgettable.
What’s left is sorrow. Pain.
This all happened so suddenly
It feels so numb. So hollow
Of all the questions in the universe
The only one that matters is
Why

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Light is light, and darkness’s dark 

Until it’s pierced by an unexpected spark 

And then in an explosion of delight 

We see how hapless darkness turns to light.

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