The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Distance from the Silouette

Once upon a time
In a galaxy far away
Stood a gerbil with a hammer
And his name was bif the rodent
And bif walked alone
And bif holed up in a hole
And bif never saw his shadow again

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

To the bum at the Lake

I once met you
And you howled into the starlight
A tune of effervescence
At the light of the
Midnight
Tuck yourself in
And find yourself a doorway
There is a bum by the lakeside
And he holds the cards of the war
That he worried about your credential
And you worried about his stench
And you walked far far far away
From the bum by the lake.

Christmas time for Newt

Christmas time for Newt
The tinsel is on the tree
The angel is atop
Waiting for you to step on some kids knee
The fact is clear
You are hardly near
The defeat of the GOP will ensue
If we are voting for you know who
And of course to say
Merry Christmas to all
I will shovel my snow in peace
As I refresh my life of greed
And own the foolish poor
And That is always in store
For their children will clean the commode
And to Newt Nothing will be owed
And we can all sleep at night
With Newt on the can
And noone worrying in Iran
And Tomorrow is a good day
So good night to all
And a Silent Happy Grey

Monday, December 5, 2011

A Rhyme to Mr. Trump:

Donald you are cool
I realize you are noones fool
So get on that television
And tell us your own perfect vision
Of a death star above
And a moat in the stars
And of course
There will be more people
Like you
On Mars.