People Food, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I warm up my electric griddle,
Around my legs you fiddle
Figure eights slalom between,
Where you cant bee seen
You look up at me
With that wanting look
The smell of the steak
Sizzling sound makes
Crack of the egg
I see your eye’s beg
Rubbing up against
My leg
Thinking if a little meow
That’ll be the way
That will be how
I throw you a morsel
A scrap to you
But you know I wont
It is people food.

Create Another Soldier, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

In the early years, make sure you are clear
Prey on all their fears, raise them to drink on tears
Tell them to be brave, teach them how to fight
Tell them they are chosen, that they are always right

Teach them absolutes, make them resolute
Teach them how to shoot, teach them who to shoot
Teach them who to kill, sell that poison pill
Tell them it is all for God, insure the blood will spill

Graveyards full of martyrs, undertaker’s laughter
Selfish ignorant pride, dominance is what you’re after
Teach them to feed on hate, destine to meet their fate
Death is on the slate, violence the only trait

Oh what lovely charm, indoctrination is the harm
Set off the alarm, to the gills they’re always armed
“In spite of everything” Anne Frank once did say
There is good in all of us, if we find a way

Peace cannot be the goal, when hate takes it’s toll
Blinded eyes focused on the act of revenge
Teeth exchanged in utter retaliation
The fervor of tribal mutilation

They kneel in the Mosques and pray
The churches join the fray
The Synagogues see no day
Peace slaughtered has lost it’s way

Create another soldier, tell them they are right
Give them the gift of arrogance the weapons of the plight
Arm them with the divine, make them short of sight
The sunset of our species, a bane and a blight
(end)

The title is morbid irony. Humans worldwide sell their children the religions of their parents long before they can formulate critical thinking skills. As much as people think religions help humanity, I see that it causes far more division than it brings people together.

If I Whisper In Your Ear, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

If I whisper in your ear
And tell you I love you
Would you hold me dear
If I told you you had nothing to fear?

If I asked you to defend me
Would you do so with loyalty
Would you do anything for me
If I promised you the world?

If Allah whispered in your ear
And told you he loves you
Would you hold him dear
If he told you you had nothing to fear?

If he asked you to defend him
Would you do so with loyalty
Would you do anything for him
If he promised you the world?

If Jesus whispered in your ear
And told you he loves you
Would you hold him dear
If he told you you had noting to fear?

If he asked you to defend him
Would you do so with loyalty
Would you do anything for him
If he promised you the world?

If Yahweh whispered in your ear
And told you he loves you
Would you hold him dear
If he told you you had nothing to fear?

If he asked you to defend him
Would you do so with loyalty
Would you do anything for him
If he promised you the world?

If a dog named Sam whispered in your ear
And told you to kill for him
Would you hold him dear
If he told you you had nothing to fear?

If a Man named Mashal whispered in your ear
And told you the comet was near
Would you would you eat the applesauce
If he promised you the world?

If a madman told you to gut a pregnant actress
And a coffee family
Would you hold them dear
If they promised you the world?

If a man took you to South America
And promised you a utopia
Would you hold him dear
Would you drink the punch?

So this all powerful being, your praises you do sing
He wants to be your king, but violence is all he brings
Pitting you against all others, death to all our mothers
Because he promised you the land, if you kill on his command.

Don’t you find it odd, he needs a bodyguard
He needs a marketing department
He needs a public relations department
And all are confident and ardent

And the bullets fly for the guy in the sky
The bombs land shredding limbs, heads and hands
If I whisper in your ear, and asked you to kill my wife
If I whisper in your ear, and ask you to kill my boss

If I whisper in your ear
And ask you to do these evil things
Would you blindly do them
If I promised you the world?
(end)

This poem is NOT advocating violence, it is making a comparison about how nobody in their right mind would kill for a psychopath, or even for a domestic favor like killing a wife or boss or neighbor. But when it comes to God/Allah/Yahweh, humans do it in the name of “self defense” or “selfish entitlement.

The written language has only been around for 10,000 years or so. Yet “God/Allah/Yahweh” whom are the same god, and all powerful, allegedly made the universe, cant or wont stop the violence between the tribes, or he doesn’t exist.

I Don’t Want To Adult, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I would rather be my cat
She knows where it is at
Laying in the window’s light
Sleeping in the sunshine

I would rather be her brother
The black fury fellow doesn’t bother
With the news of violence and horrors
Gun deaths domestically, or foreign religious wars

I would rather play with string
And the plush toy fish that springs
Of the plastic poll I’d fling
The cats paws try to cling

I don’t want to hear the screams
I don’t want to hear the cries
I don’t want to hear the excuses
Of why others needlessly die

I would rather play
And dart around all day
In lazy lump I’d lay
And be happy as I may

I would rather avoid the news
And not spiral into the blues
Wondering what I can do
No answers to elusive clues

I’d rather curl up in a ball
And do absolutely nothing at all
Under the bed I’d crawl
Avoid the tomb’s vile call

Yet I am painfully aware of life
All the bloodshed and the strife
Nobody wants to even share
Nobody will put down the knife

It seems a game of zero sum
Beating the brutal war drum
The caskets in masses come
Everybody wants a gun.
(end)

The 12 Tribes, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Evangelicals on the U.S. side of the pond
Praise Israel and claim to be of staunchly fond
It is a bond they will not break, but is this friendship
Really about them protecting their Jewish mates?

The math is a bit perplexing to me
I look at Revelations 7:1-8 and see
This genocidal fireball prophecy
And all the Evangelicals heaven will see

But for all Jews this doesn’t seem to be
12,000, of the 12 tribes will get lucky
Yet the math frighteningly puzzles me
144,000 is all it will be

7.2 million Jews in the land they keep
16 million Jews total globally
This doomsday story prophecy
Doesn’t seem to be a bargain for them

It is like the Evangelicals in the back of the limo
Pull up to the after party, but before they go
They wag their fingers at the Jewish driver and say
“Thanks for the ride, but there isn’t enough room”

Wham bam thank you Jew.
(end)

Now again, this isn’t a call to end any religion or have Evangelicals arrested. But there are doomsday right wingers who do believe that Israel becoming a nation is the sign of the end times. That should frighten the shit out of all of humanity, not just Jews.

I personally want my planet and humans to survive as long as nature allows us.

“Wham bam thank you Jew” is a sarcasm about how that end times story seems to simply use Jews like a one night stand. “Wham bam thank you mam”. Like that.

I don’t want to see Jews slaughtered, I don’t want to see any type of genocide. But if you go by that book, most of humanity will burn in hell.

But if their argument is oh no, “You have the opportunity to accept God” that logic fails too. What would an all powerful God need with 8 billion friends?
Maybe the truth is it is simply selfish wishful thinking.

Maybe humans would do better to accept our finite nature and work together instead of arguing over which sky daddy is real?

My Three Sons, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Fred MacMurray watched his sons with no worry
Mesopotamia is a bloody slurry, fertile crescent
The Lord’s manure so ever present

The tribes of Abraham with weapons at throats
The chance of any peace always remote
Daddy is happy when you kill he gloats

Imagine if CPS were to discover
A deadbeat dad, who kept under cover
Children abusing, beating and killing each other

How is it working out for you
This sky daddy that promises you
Protection, but only provides rejection

Dome of the rock, the wailing wall
Jesus in Bethlehem, the bodies fall
But their gods do nothing at all

But hope you kill in their name
Defeat the other, or through submission tame
At best a pet, you’ll let the others be
As long as the other never questions thee

Fred is a utopia that does not exist
Religion is a poison that always persists
Relying on the invisible you’ve never seen

Leaves the corpses at the crime scene.
(end)

I like to point out this is not an attack on human rights. But the necessity to question any and all religions to get people to stop putting blind faith into politics. Ultimately we are all human beings, and a belief doesn’t constitute universal fact, otherwise religious conflicts would not exist.

“My Three Sons” was a sappy sweet utopian sitcom from 1960 to 1972 It was a view of a white collar father raising three boys. Christians, Muslims and Jews have this horrible idea that their is some perfect father in the sky that will be on their team if they fight for him.

Imagine if Child Protective Services found out a parent was pitting the kids against each other with violence to see who would give them more attention? That kid would be taken away and the parent arrested. I don’t see this Allah or Yahweh or Jesus God has any excuse to allow this to happen unless they don’t exist.

Botfly Maggot, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I never heard of this species before
It sounded outrageous, myth to the core
It had to be fake, I thought for sure
Under your skin the larvae can bore


I saw a video, it was full of gore
The victim a squirrel, it’s cheek was bloated
Sharp eyed Samaritans, had quickly noticed
Watching it I thought chances were remote

That the cute little thing would survive
Would the squirl make it out alive
Needle nose scissors bent at the tip
Could they withdraw it, would it do the trick?

That little bastard was dug in and thick
Tug and tug, and just like blackhead
They got it out , and it looked of dread
The type of monster that sleeps under your bed

I saw another this time a cat
In the side of it’s neck the bastard sat
Little spikes make it hard to extract
They had to be gentle to get the frack

It left a hole, like stabbed with a pen
They got the fucker out, the feline will mend
It grossed me out until the end
That is when I realized then

Mar A Lago is his den.
(end)

Wake Up In A Bathtub, (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

This Witty person was not in the pilot
Longing for Summers not yet picked
No flower shop, or Christmas Snow
David studied film, not cooking you know

Elanor got pregnant she had to go
Short a roommate and rent to owe
Samantha went to take a bath
Jenny in the kitchen and she went back

To fetch her
To see such a sight
David hung over
Slept in the bathtub all night

They dried him up
And gave him a pink silk robe
Mrs Roper came up to complain
She didn’t want to hear a noisy party again

We all think we know
How it began
We all know the lyrics
But are we real fans?
(end)

I just saw the original pilot that never aired upon the show’s first airing.
Three’s company had John Ritter playing David, not Jack. Joyce Dewitt and Suzan Summers were not in the first pilot. Norman Fell and Audra Lindy did play the original Ropers , but Mr Roper was George, not Stanley.

Cattle Cars, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

The scars of wars past, memories don’t last
They are really scabs, again once torn, all must warn
They are rising again, pustules, ready to burst
Clackety clack, down, the track, the past is back

There is no Costello standing next to this Abbott
He finds it funny to use humans as a marketing ploy
No longhorns in the lone star state, he gets joy
Out of shipping them off and dumping them like garbage

How does he manage, to sleep at night, it’s not right
His rhetoric, makes me sick, political satisfaction
He makes quick, “illegals”, “invasion”, “caravan”
Ships them off throughout the land

And when they get there, nowhere to land
Stranded on the street Greg treats them
Like rotting meat, dumped in the rain
Heat and cold, with nothing to eat

Why stop there if your dirty work is fair
Vilify those “wetbacks” those “chinks”
Those “beaners”, and this couldn’t be meaner
Who is on first? Governor Abbott a bottom feeder

I hate to tell you this Greg, you slimy awful dreg
They shouldn’t have to beg, for dignity, for survival
Nor should anyone grovel, to a bully like you
History is repeating, and you are leading the charge

Clickity clack, the flakes fall from the fascist smoke stack
The solution to the “Hispanic” question is right on track
It started with condemning our first President who was black
This evil tactic will get no slack from the sane

We will condemn it as a bane, an infection of the brain
Hate will never gain ground while compassion is around
Clickity clack, Auschwitz is the sound, of ignorance
Petulance spreads around, our voices must be loud

This will not be allowed. The hallowed words renowned
“Bring us your tired huddled masses” “E-Pluribus Unum”
The GOP needs glasses, they are the German Sheppard
Gangly snarled teeth, muzzled they should be

Least we repeat history. Let this, oh let this never be.
(end)

Everyone gets that we can’t let unlimited people in, and yes, many will be deported. But the word choices by the GOP are very dangerous scapegoating and vilification, and very fascist in tone. I used the slurs in my poem, as a very blunt sarcastic way of saying, “Hey asshole GOP why stop at “illegal” and “invasion” and “caravan”, you might as well call them those other words too, because that is how you sound to sane people.

Hispanics/Latinos are not an invading army with weapons, they are not cockroaches. They are your fellow human beings. While we have to deport many, we should not talk about our fellow humans as if they are monsters. They should not be shipped across the country. Lied to by Texas authorities and Governor Greg Abbott letting them think where they are going is going to be better conditions, only to drop them off with no shelter no food and all for a bullshit political stunt to gain party support.

We should be funding more boarder agents, and more processing centers at the border. Not bullshit vanity walls that don’t stop anything. We should always give them the dignity of shelter and food while they are here, even if we have to deport them. They are not cattle and they are not an infestation. THEY ARE YOUR FELLOW HUMANS.

Fuck you Greg Abbott for being a total toolbag.

Parameters, by Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Do you know the paradox of Epicurus
God’s omi attributes when dealing with us
Humans, and our suffering, it’s curious

Inept, cruel, malicious, or non existent
Yet the believer is always persistent
That he loves us and watches over us

Benevolent? Omniscient? Omnipotent ?
Logic to me is always important
And this being as it follows is inconsistent

When they speak of parameters that are set
“All” means no limits, infinite in power
In these fallacies they shower

It cannot be from the onset, consistent
I.G. it bothers me when they say
“God cannot lie”, this negates the “all”

In omnipotent, it blows up the quotient
This can’t be efficient as a logical argument
“If God cannot lie, this argument has died

If God can lie, how would you know the truth
I can tell you it it is convenient to you
And how convenient this God agrees with you

Nice try, but what if God could die?
If God, cant die, then he isn’t omnipotent
If God can die, no need to call him God

I find this character odd, it cannot stand scrutiny
I’m sure you’ll accuse me of mutiny, blasphemy
That I find this character your mind alchemy

God cannot die if he never existed at all
The king’s men couldn’t raise the cannon
Back on Colchester’s wall

Eggshells, eggshells, the ego does fall
(end)

There are many manifestations of the nursery rhyme “Humpty-Dumpty”
One of the stories has the origins of boiled brandy and ale. Another has it attached to a nickname of a cannon protecting portion of Colchester in a battle in 1648 in England. In more modern interpretations is refers to a clumsy person and or fragile things when broken.

I find the God concept fallible in logic. Once you attach “all powerful” to it, it has no limits, no restrictions. But every time I debate a theist, they always run into inconsistencies explaining this away. Or they cop out to “poof”, “God can do what he wants”, or “he doesn’t have to explain himself to you”, or “mysterious ways”, which are dodges, not explanations to me.

If God cannot die, you have set a parameter, a limit on it. If he can die there is no need to call him God. I have a much easier explanation in that humans make up gods as a false sense of comfort out of fear of being finite.

It isn’t hate for me to say that, it is simply my blunt honesty about the flawed logic I see when people argue for this claimed character.