Category: Poetry

When The Laity Began to Hate – With Apologies to Kipling

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They were not seeking a fight
Their lives had them out straight
Their sin was in being white
When the laity began to hate

Their “Pastors” were full WOKE
Throwing around their ample weight
Their accusations were a joke

When the laity began to hate

Their rebuttals were sure and solid
The Clergy began to berate
With their outrage worn and squalid
When the laity began to hate

The laity had become based
They would not just “accept their fate”
They refused to be replaced
When the laity began to hate

Wilson could not frighten
J. White could not make them abate
They had themselves become enlightened
On the issue of race they’d debate
Now the laity knows how to hate

Everybody Knows

With apologies to Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows the clergy are lacking
Everybody still attends the local Kirk
Everybody knows the culture’s cracking
Everybody knows the “collared shirts” are jerks
Everybody knows who bears the guilt
The lost stay lost, in this worldview tilt
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that we’re being lied to
Everybody knows that it’s all a show
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like they’ve been taken to a bordello
Everybody praying to God sincere
Everybody asking for no Nuclear
That it doesn’t come to blows
Everybody knows

Everybody knows we’re fiscally solvent
Everybody knows we pay our bills
Everybody knows that our credit’s good
That’s why the checks’ now in the mail
Everybody knows this as we speak
If you can just wait a couple of weeks
We are just a little slow
As everybody knows

Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows the border’s closed
Everybody knows that we’re safe now
Everybody knows we’re no longer exposed
We’ve let in all we’re going to allow
Everybody knows the white man’s dying
There’s no need to keep on lying
We see we are hosed
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that our elites are perverts
Everybody knows they like little tykes
Everybody knows that the ruling class and family
Are composed of sodomites and dykes
Everybody knows DEI is their bread
And they won’t be happy till we’re dead
Then it’ll be disclosed
What everybody knows

And everybody knows there’s an end to darkness
Everybody knows what we must do
We must return to a place called Golgotha
And finally, be done with Talmudic Jews
Everybody knows Reformation’s the answer
To this vile cultural cancer
Otherwise, it’ll blow
As everybody knows

Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That’s how it goes

Oh, everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows

With Apologies to Brian Adams

Look into U.S. eyes
You will see
The image of Bibi
We have no heart
We have no soul
And when you know that’s true
You’ll kill some more

Don’t tell me Jews are not worth dyin’ for
You can’t tell me the goyim don’t owe them more
You know it’s true
Everything we do
We do it for the Jew

Look into Trump’s mind
You will find
There’s nothing there to hide
We tried to warn you thrice
He’d take your life
He’d take them all
And make of them a sacrifice

Don’t tell me Jews are not worth fightin’ for
Don’t tell me that we’re not Israel’s whore
You know it’s true
Everything we do
We do it for the Jews

There’s no bombs
Like Jew bombs
And no other
Could give more bombs
There’s nowhere
To flee Jew scare
All the time
All the way, yeah

Look into your wallet, baby

Oh you can’t tell me Zionists are not worth dyin’ for
Trump can’t help it there’s nothin’ he wants more
Yeah, we would fight for Jews
We’ve lied for Jews
Set the world on fire for Jews
Yeah, we’d genocide for Jews

You know it’s true
Everything we do
Oh
We do it for the Jew

Everything we do, Netanyahu
Yeah we’ll see it through
Well we’ll see it though, oh yeah
Yeah!
Search your heart and your soul
You can’t tell me they ain’t worth dyin’ for

We’ll be there

We’d set the world on fire for you
We’d die for Jews

Oh, yeah

All the time
I’m going all the way, all the way

An Ode to Sage Tea; With apologies to Joel Barlow

Quatrain 1a

I sing the bitter I know, the taste I meet
My enduring of the potion my taste buds greet
The bitter of Sage Tea. Come dear mug
Flow down my throat, and serve as drug
The herb within thee, still angry at being picked
Come work thy magic and this illness evict
Thin my phlegm with thy noxious taste
And leave no malady that might be traced