THE INTELLIGENCIA ,.. By H. Klause Burroughs "THE MASTERPIECE"

 And

oh look

the socialists

and youths

have outvoted us again

The Ghetto 

And all their fake SSI Checks

Crave their Yen ,..

Oh how they've suffered

but there's commerce in that

and where

so many young girls

are fat ,.. 

And of course; 

"The Intelligencia"

And ,.. So educated, affluent, and afar,..

They linger in their Ivory Towers

Somewhere

and perhaps

over the Pond,.. 

So well Beyond !

" Where-ever they are !!! "

,... and 

here we sit

in mope

time for some dope

and morose 

and perhaps we deserve it 

as they

four years ago

and on and on it goes

and i am taken to that room

where her

kisses and huge hugs arrived

that day

matured

and then she is taken away

so strange

forever

For that is how God does it ,..

And in the end

I am no better than them

their vote equal to mine

and I ponder in silence

and as I watch the horizon 

and I dream of having

just one

close

friend ,...

And then a volcano explodes ,..

And I am only there in eyes

and on the screen

to count the corpses so interesting

and to my right 

and to my left

I find

I am not so tidy ,.. 

just another uneducated

Righty

and then

i am led to that place

where

they throw swords

at Our Lord

And I see in awe

not very impressed 

and oh how I complain

about ALL THIS

but never

suffered

quite like He

or did I ?

And

was it even worse ?

And this is all a curse

and all the while

they tell me

its not so bad

and I should be glad

for everything I ever had

DOWN HERE

And for better and or for worse

The humans killed God

put Him on a cross

but again He arose 

and from our arrows

and all our pain

and drama

is just insane

To He

So Pray

to Thee

and oh look

the right out-tricked the left

but lost

but then the leftist did his usual best

and failed another test he passed

and committed suicide

or homicide

and to him its

all the same

so lame

a martyr

To be worshiped 

in this big game ;

The Matrix

Yes

by the Left

and maybe even

some of the right

but all the while

not real

not relevant 

just

fake news

everything is used

and your money too

and maybe your girl

for your world

has been lived a thousand times

or more

905

and all you can do in the end

is

Just pray to that Lord

or honor

the porcelain gods 

Oh Look !

Lefty controls righty

wants his money

for his power

shower with pee

and just like the lonely

and this is all so fun

a sunset

trees

wind

and breeze

and followers

and friends

and happiness is a warm gun

it defends

Protection

and ,.. 

as

it brings THE END

and I crave an orgasm

my day's only pleasure

as I age

with limited treasure

my big moment

my end all end all

and then and just like the rest

it treats me bad

and i feel like shit

Guilty

and the fear

of being behind those bars

And much like Davey

in Head

and God is dead

time to pray to Christ

and make it all right

or go to rehab

for my plight

And when things get rough

I can always enter the Orgasmatron

when porn and prayer

flee

and or 

ARE

not enough

but

either way I am alone

undone

Incomplete 

not having much fun'

yet tons

in my mind

alone

suddenly I see

an old fiend

and threw this fog

and offer that hug

but its insincere

and he

or she

just merely

sends me on my way

again

and a bitter old senior grandma

pesters me

and bothering me

tackally 

as I make my tea

So useless

the old

all they do is die

thats after

they cry and cry

and much like me

and who can blame them

FOR ,.... 

this was no Heaven here

for this was all ! SO ,... attest 

" A Test !  This was all just a TEST !!,.. And from the Emergency Broadcasting Systems and ALL SYSTEMS GO ,..AND THE BURDEN IS LIGHT " 

SURE IT IS !

we fear

we may not pass

but probably do

WE MUST !

OR BE TURNED TO DUST !

PERISH IN FLAMES

YES !

IT MUST BE ENOUGH !

WE HOPE ! and pray ,.. 

just to get through

might be enough

but probably isn't

and you rebuff 

it's so rough

some are raped

and some are aped 

many are hated

egos deflated

many are envied

and berated

for just being themselves

or when they delve

off into something new

and my best times are always just erased

And by God

and replaced with the usual typical hate

memories

and I deserve it all

but I dream of her

at night

Cindy

and I seek a better life

but not as much these days

and here it comes round the bend

finally

the Rednecks win again

at last

and just like Reagan

back in the days

round and round it goes

it never ends

Taurus battles Leo

and all his friends

and racists are accused

by those who think nearly the same

the kettle is black

and all in His name

and the big machines they count

but in the end

they tell their lies

As they only count her thighs

And yes ! We all Saw and See !

They only count

their own

lies,.. 

As they discard ours

And

as programmed by Christ

and other guys

and who suddenly realize 

the smarter ones in the room

gloom and doom

is what they sell

and that's when it hits me

I have stumbled upon ALL OF IT !

BUT ,..

and you think I'm full of shit

and maybe I am

but what does that make you

AND YOU

AS THIS IS ALL JUST A GAME

that ends with a huge bang

or maybe just black and silence

not even violence 

Yes the kettle is black

the kettle is green

and like nothing you've ever seen

and Woody Allen might even go insane

if he read this

but that's all part of the big game

OF LIFE

HERE

On Earth

Get used to it

Mother was an incubator

Father was the contents

but not for me

and maybe just barely

for ye

That's the sign Post Up ahead

And YOU HAVE NOW ENTERED THE TWILIGHT ZONE

There is only skin and bone

perhaps

after all this

so Push Yourself

To that next Plateau 

Off You go ,...

- November 2020

Burroughs

ABORTIONSTEIN PART 1

 ABORTION

The Decry 

And those who gather for the group

they cry out against the individual

the condemned

here comes the devil

their friend 

666

he shall blend

take your soul

down

to hell

forever unmend 

Oh Praise thee

Mighty Satan

the liberal and socialist

defend

they were loved too much as children

or tortured to the 

end

there was no balance

now they are the street

imbalanced

malice

and nanny Alice

they shall remember

And

That December

yes

Born to be Leo

or Aquarius

They were assigned;

and thus

condemned

Not the elect !!

they have no choice

but to

be left

and alone

too

Insane

So they gather

in their group !!

They worship Elton

they put their belt on

and Madonna too

and the Jew

those who gather for the group

they never rally round the family

but

with a pocket

full of friends

A horrible fate

awaits

their 

END

they are the condemned

modulistic terror

modulistic friend

and its ok to kill

they say

so long as it is for the Greater good !

and in the end

justify the means

We are never clean

and you are no better than me

no saint

as I

march on

With a little red star

from afar

A little blue suit on

or green

We all carry each other

yeah sure we do

We trip over it

a street full of shit

and needles too

Done by us

the Jealous few

We condemn the rich

And fuck that bitch

"She betrayed me " !!

yes,..

the democrat socialist is hardwired

to the end

got to fight for the group

and defend

the so called poor

they worship

their so called friend

but Leftism is racist and prejudiced 

as it favors the brown

and aims

as

and destroys the whitey's

Aphrodite !!

will shame down

on thee

Globalist glut

they take it in the butt

and they don't show you

much

except the man behind the curtain

and fake polls

AND RUMORS AND ANON

and doldrums 

and faxes

and your taxes

ARE GOING UP !!

and the rightist

busy at night with his hands

he fantasizes again and again

of weird shit

he was tortured while young

and his Dad ignored him

son

and today

getting none

and in the end

few friends

but that is the way God meant it

and maybe Christ too

THE ELECT !!!!!!!!!!!!

the good die young

the righteous

are ridiculed 

Ostracized 

while the Statist's rule 

And with a Government Mule

and cheese

for the blacks

and the codes

we can't crack

we almost see it in dreams

the answer !!

but we never quite get there

it was just a glitch

in the end

and an itch

yes the rightists

he masturbates at night

and he writes

complaining of his hard work, plight

and his Christ

and maybe even the Gods

and rarely his blights

he dies of cancer

and well deserved

and in thy night

alone

forgotten

and worshiped

by those few

while leftists excoriates

berates 

and rules the world

from Hollywood

Funded by the likes of Soro's and Baldwins

Galore

they cater to whores

and various networks

 a buncha' jerks

leftists

and Rino's

who get those to rally in the streets

THE SWAMP

and but

and loot and pay them from afar

while God just lets it all go

like Dinosaurs

and fast cars

that kill

driven by the brown

drunk

and

who frown

and the fetus is removed

suckled out

and with care

and love

a little dove

never to cry

only to die

silent scream

never heard

by you and I

and gets applause

from the RBG's and Soro's and actresses and singers and network lackeys

and stooges 

and I refuses

to obey

THE

mobs

Who prey

and oh well

he or she

was bad anyway

and so

aren't we all

big or small

the left decries it all 

and the devil cheers

666

he peers

and the right hand man

he writes

in the night

watches porn and prays

Christ is his friend

he will not bend

and anyway

He knows the leftist is hate

sucks out the flesh

sucks Satan's dick

and is quick

with a punch

or a fist

defends

the scum

for eternity

that little Antifa prick

shall be condemned

to hell

eternity 

and we

all are just here

in a fish bowl

year after

year,..

just two lost souls

growing old

And held within the 

Pleasure dome

Decried by Kublai Khan

I taste

My bitter triumph

As the Last Immortal Man !!

I wonder this matrix

alone

knowing the outcome !

God Wins !!

"Do" ( Contact ! )

 Yes

I was awakened from my millionth year of 

Satan sleep

it was so black

but then

i saw a great light

and i saw a green ball

a powder blue sky

and shimmering waters

of life

but none for i

sure i had sex

i guess

but i always seemed

to be

under some sort of hex

and much like the rest

and I discovered one day

 i was lonely

rarely happy

but

and full of prayer

I was cursed

put me in a hearse 

but 

I sought a better Existence 

And I had persistence 

I was;

THE RESISTANCE !!

too

and yet

much

hated it all

and in the end

No Better

than Some corny 

Eddie Vedder

Yellow Lead Better

I was just another jerk

rotten cheddar

'could have ruled them all

but

i was so small

not famous

but lame

pathetic

and insane

Not lucky at all

and not tall

and they all just laughed

and well perhaps

they should

too

books and notepads

full of worthless shit

eaten

by silver fish

and played with

by lonely

house centipedes

in the day 

dusty and  musky 

and in thy night too

rarely seen

and up in the attic

a bunch of static

the devil only uses

and at night

Yes to fright 

to scare

those in the room

with white noise

on the Tv

3 AM

maybe

my childhood

just an eternal ghost

you aghast 

Burnt toast

fills the house

and the air is shattered suddenly

by broken glass 

and

She is a hot piece of ass

huh ?

Your attention turns

as usual

Old yearbooks

and magazines

they show retro hell

and sports and creams 

and endless

lost dreams

or captured

it doesn't matter

the centipedes and silver fish they march

on in the night

and in the dirty paint 

and You are no saint

EITHER !!

chewing on your ego

spitting out

all your fights

the worms regurgitate 

all you

masturbate

your brilliant words all

are just fodder

for the small

creatures of the

NIGHT !

And ,..

NO ONE CAN FIND THE LIGHT !!

And I think I made contact !!

With those with EVP technology

or maybe Christ himself

or Steve Huff

Or God

But it's all a waste

cause in the end

the Beatles were bigger than Rod !!

who was right ??

the left or the right ?

The ups or the downs ??

those with smiles who kneel 

or those with frowns

who beg

or those lucky with monies and honies

who merely laugh at all ?

Or those

with much blight ?

Yes

cold dusty and lonely

a ghost sits in the corner

and high above

in the old garage

chattering teeth

and mouse-like grin

he ,..

he's happy he's dead

he can annoy them now forever

all alone

cold and to the bone

shivering with rats

and mice

and lice

He's TWICE

THE GENIUS

You'll ever be

because he's sat there for eternity !!

and READ

ME !!

they spray him with black flag

and raid

And they even try Sage

it is no use

the ghost only curses

in hith muse

Boring

i strived to be different

As did he

and look where we ended up !

shoveled

in groove

We can't prove !!

though we hella tried !

And died too

yet the needle hardly moved

and well lubed

i lashed out at God too

and

who can blame me

I am You !

and i had dreams of fear

and coffins alive

and those who caved

while many strived

as they sweated and cried

and told lies

anything to get through

and not do

what I do !

i was locked in hot rooms

by mad men

or maybe just by me

returned to the eternal black

from which I plumed

and I begged and asked God why

do so many suffer

and so greatly 

and often tortured too

and before they just die

and just like Christ

yet they go down

or sideways or back

not up

like the Lord

where the enlightened go

And she asked is it in

and I said what ?

And she scoffed

I am sin

and it will never come

someday she mocked

as she smiled evil

and walked up those stairs

i didn't even want to kill or hate her

as i slithered back to me

to cry

and give up and quit

once again

and for another day 

and wrote i

so genius

so eloquent

so well versed

better than you

and maybe all the rest

and 

even Burroughs or some Stein  too

yeah i know its a dream

but

i gotta do

what i Gotta do

And I dreamed I saw

On a moonlit stair

And fretting his hands

at the multitudes there !

Oh please God Please

Don't let me stay dead !! Please Christ

and Holy spirit too !

help I'm a rock

and all they do

is mock !

and just like in

the Monkees head

I was led

I was taken on a tour

of the great factory

where all is built

by clockwork angels

and little devils

the men in blue

and the rats in red 

the girls crying

and running away

from their fateful hateful family

who took them away

from the love,...