Generic Rappin’ Eastside River

Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.

Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.

When the kingdoms you want,
the kingdoms you create.

Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.

You suckin’ people’s faith.
You suckin’ people’s fear.

Suck my bleach,
yo President whitey.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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Antipoémus (poetry book)

The Segment In The Bible About “Mob Mentality”

“Mob mentality allows us
to make fun of disabled children.

Mob mentality engenders us to say stuff like
‘Ah yeah, booyah bitch!’

Mob mentality solicits a group from loneliness,
from loneliness,
to support a Republican or a Democrat,
consent it to a president,
consent the apathy of
otherness.

Mob mentality is the great right right goodness
that defines an ignorant people.”

– Zebucus (at the Sea of Similarity)


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
from:
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Antipoémus (poetry book)

My President Of The Shakespeare

“I believe that freedom and commerce
are values worthy of defending,
that those who may try to shake
the foundation of American prosperity
shall be ineffectual in their attempts.
I believe that terrorism and terrorists
no longer have caves to hide in,
nor governments to protect them,
that all the world is allied
in the fight for the preservation of
what is good.
I believe in a high protein, low fat diet.
And that the evil ones shall be dealt
a great talk with freedom.
Americans, knowledgeable,
sleep tight by your justice,
an economy awaits whose perseverance
shall triumph
the resiliency of freedom.”

— My President Of The Shakespeare


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Target Department Store Poem

Before humans I’ve passed,

it’s light from an afternoon
shone

the muscles and fat that have made
the day’s echo

asleep with my silence under trees
in a yard.

In the human way I’ve had eyes,

counted days without a parent,

tongues without a language

and architecture sheltering tribes.

From what point on the calendar
have they come,
they do not know,

but they have trailed home
to cells of containment and electricity.

These are provided . . . these are provided.

And the satellites we don’t count,

we do not see the great migration
and the accords of ownership.


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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Throwing Burgers

We’ll throw some burgers
on the grill That’s what
large scale manufacturing
affords us on this Friday
evening for us Throwing
pattied piles of ground up cows
to celebrate Our kids swimming
’round the pool with chlorine
and bovine fecal matter
floating ’round their blood
for later permutations of
congressmen To refrain their
handiwork with the agriculture
companies We are the normal
people We are the normal
people We feed our children
what business people and
government officials attain
in their single way of $ucce$$
and configure We worship
the Beast


– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin
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The Chances Of Imperium

The lines of America.
People lined up in perfectly ordered
queues.
Waiting politely for their turn.
Not questioning.
Not wondering,
except for quietly in their minds.
Though they believe, they have faith,
they know one day
their turn will come.
This is America.
Then they’ll die
still believing in their chances.
And their politicians will hail them,
will praise them
for their upstanding characters
and humble natures
so even from their graves
they still support these structures,
having not raised hands . . .

the spoils that the privileged
prosper,
though the great downfall eventually
of their garrisoned luxuries.

– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin