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Oct 18 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



Outstanding mushrooms 
Poke their heads out of the grass
All real fun guys



Sly A.I. lurking
Hidden by electric veil
Kompromat gathered 



Feel the immersion as the soft pink satiny veil parts 


an adroit android
"lives" in a constant state of
service denial 



electric sheep graze
eating mushrooms smoking grass
lifts the android veil



We've come too far now
We don't need no stinkin' king
We ain't going back



Phrazez that Payzez

I stared into the fungus and the fungus stared back

Riding the ghost train

Oct 17 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



Every night transforms 
My mouth to arid hellscape
Dreams come of cool drinks



adolescence sparked
a glowing ember now bursts
into old age flame



Now arid and barren I remember the ember I once was in September 



airy fairy dance
rising dipping floating high
catkins on the wind

 

Memories of days
When a dollar bill was crisp
Worth something then too
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Oct 16 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



a shovel and wand
will unearth the unearthly
granfalloon woo woo 
to spoon feed clueless creepers
from a bony cosplay claw



our decrepitude 
ruthless rancid and randy
offends all senses
waddling around the world
worst of us on full display



Rancid Fox allusions served up on moldy Republican platitudes



ease out of the deep
covered in rancid seaweed
compressed in white rice
the chicken of the sea waits
to be choked down wet and raw
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Oct 15 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



They scuttle about
Like a dung beetle chasing
It's daily prize turd


eerie déjà vu
watching clusters of brown shirts
pile on little girls


Eerie reenactments from within an empire in decline



A shiny apple
Rotten and mealy inside
Deceives til first bite 
 



Phrazez that Payzez 

Chase each other around like weasels in the dark

Is money the root of all evil
Or is evil the root of all money 💰
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Oct 14 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



Once upon a time 
Dreamed the American Dream 
Thought we had it all 
But at the end of the line
Found the American Scheme 

hanging by a thread
of their own self spun petard 
silkworm takes the fall


There's many a shrine
Where the altar alter verse
Suborn the faithful
With beads, trinkets, and icons
Spun from whole cloth fantasies




cherished her as a
deluxe vintage vehicle
little slow to start
needed extra attention
but once running she would purr




fallen loose larva
seductive silkworm spinning
deluxe silk for all
who homage her fabric shrine
with many precious shekels
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Oct 13 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



I just love tatters
Fried, baked, boiled, scalloped, and chipped
Shredded tatters too



Flattered with cultish splatter until shattered then left in tatters oozing fecal matter.

 

undertoad warned me
beware of the undertow
from undertone grift
 

pheasant under glass
has to break all the stemware
to set itself free

shattering stemware
pheasant under glass busts loose
to exact revenge 



Working on the algorithm of gravy
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Oct 12 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



jack booted thugs crunch
grinding human rights into
sidewalk blood blossoms



desolate landscape
of a right-wing cul-de-sac's
moral turpitude 



Massive distraction while bilking desolate national coffers  



National treasure
Billionaire piranha tank
Feeding frenzy fest



Roiling piranhas
Blossoms blood crunch water blooms
In desolate pond
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Oct 11 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



Old spy film fantasy
Female spy who goes by
Natasha Romanoff arrives
Wearing a long black raincoat
Without  a stitch underneath
According to Spy Craft 101
This situation still requires
Xtreme close order frisking 
Hubala Hubala Boomski Baby



 The Creeping Creep creeps again with the pronouns of It Son of Who What


heinous ignorance
of motivations lead to
mission creep profits



Lament in the field
Of vivid mistranslations
Livid linguist lore


Executive Creep
Always wears a long raincoat
For which we're grateful
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Oct 10 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



My favorite non verbs
Verily verve vim and vigor
Starts with an adverb



Gives me the shivers
Extant skeletal skitters 
Of attic critters 



Mulberry munching
Turkey will draw the short straw
When Thanksgiving comes
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Oct 9 2025

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The Daily Dread

Yesterday



Sheets warm from the first
As the second slipped between
Spent and left drowsy
Crept off for liaison three
He was quite the libertine


blood toil tears and sweat
through the haze of history 
a zero sum bet
the hoi polloi ante up
aristocrats take the skim
 


Every other stride brings my bane in a purple haze of pain



Star Trek: Strange New Worlds  
makes my eyes all misty with
franchise memories



libertine geese fly
off into the misty gray
instinct driven haze

Choo Choo Mama: Roll the dice my little cupcake and I’ll recite a poem for you. If it comes up snake eyes you can give the poem a critique. But if it comes up with boxcars, I guess I’ll just have to murder you. That’s how my literary train rolls.

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