Occupy Poetry
The Occupy Wall Street movement appears to be petering out (or “regrouping” as the sympathetic New York Slimes spins it), but at least it left us something to remember it by, other than feces smeared on a police car — a 858-page anthology of Occucommie poetry (PDF). Some of it even rhymes; here’s an excerpt from “School Anthem aka Senioritis” by MC Paul Barman:
I’ll let a mystery gas out of my blistery ass
Just to disrupt the misery of history class
And to entertain your tender brain
When your pain is the same as a fender bender with a train
Analyze the engines
if you gotta go to the rhododendrons
Cut class then serve detentions
Say toodle-oo to the trimmed poodles who
Will grow up to be the adults you now hate
I know what’s futile too
Like throwing a spear at Choate
I’m not here to gloat
I want to be used as your yearbook quote
Abolish class rank
pour sugar in its gas tank
Weighted grades really yank my ass crank
Et cetera. The technical term for this form of rhyme is clanging:
a pattern of speech in which words are selected because of sound rather than meaning, resulting in rhyming and punning (clang association) instead of logic; normal in young children but a sign of mental disturbance in older persons.
Don’t give up your day jobs, Occupoets. But I’m forgetting; they’re too busy loitering, vandalizing, and rioting to even look for jobs.

On tips from GoY and Bob Roberts.







“What Poets Are.”
Poets are singular, like a middle finger which stands alone in the face of adversity.
Poets are loud and proud, with chests puffed and shoulders squared, too brave or belligerent not to take a dare, or do battle with any windmill.
There is scarcely a cause or an underdog we will not defend, regardless of whether or not the aggrieved party is worthy of our righteous indignation.
You see, Poets are staunch individualists who often feel compelled to challenge the prevailing culture by refusing to remain silent.
If we see something, we’re gonna say something;
You can count on that Big Sista!
As if you could ever shut us up!
Puh-leeze!
We are the Winston Smith’s of Oceania, who have begun to awaken to the internal shouts of “Down with Big Brother! Down with Big Brother,” echoing in the recesses of our kool-aid soaked minds.
While “Obama Zombies” roll off the state run press, stamped out like Stepford Wives, carbon copies, one just like the other, shouting catchy slogans of hope and change.
Barely cognizant of the fact they are being duped.
Above all, the mark of a Poet is that he is true to himself.
Poets are not afraid to declare who and what we really are or to live our lives in full color!!!
© J. D. Flynn
“A poet’s work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.”
— Salman Rushdie
“Speaking Truth To Power”
‘Speaking truth to power’, so leftist, so cliche’,
but as with everything else in life, turn-a-bouts fair play.
How about Salman Rushdie and his Satanic Verse?
That got a fatwa placed on him, does oppression get much worse?
Or how about this songwriter, her name is Ash Soular,
she wrote ObamaNation and became a YouTube Star.
The death threats followed quickly, it seems she went too far.
This ‘speaking truth to power’ is becoming so bizarre.
Here’s one you never heard of, her last name is Nasrin,
her books are banned in Bangladesh , where they created quite a scene.
Islamic demonstrations, demands that she be gagged,
it seems this ‘truth to power’ crap might get brave soldiers fragged!
Now their calling on the FCC to censor old “Faux News”,
The slogan for the left should be, free speech, we think it’s good for all of us, but not so much for you.
© J. D. Flynn
ObamaNation By Ash Soular
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtcWU1lyssk&feature=player_embedded
She recieved death threats from the left for writing this song.
These shitstains are failures in everything else they do. Who’d believe they could succeed at poetry?
“To conquer a nation without the use of military force, you must first control the minds of their young…” — Karl Marx
Peotry is for fags.
Occupy Wall Street
Awful personal hygiene
Fruit flies follow them
I really didn’t need a dictionary to inform me that these people were mentally disturbed. They’re leftists aren’t they?
Wouldn’t ‘speaking truth to power’ mean becoming an informant for the government?
Now, if they were gay cowboys, Harry Reid would be lavishing them with taxpayer money…
George Soros and the Union’s are probably lavishing these creatins with money. I hear they pay 60 dollars a day to anyone who has a pulse.
I learned a lot from this, for example until I read this article I thought the technical term for this type of rhyming was psychotic, now I know better. However, it still SOUNDS psychotic to me.
I agree that this poem is pretty bad. I started a free poetry contest last year and I recieved a few poem submissions from Occupy Wallstreet supporters. You can still read them at BestNewPoems.com if you like.
You will have to enter the phrase”Wallstreet” in the search box at the top of the page. They are better than this one for sure..