Ashburn Burns Ass

Bakersfield awakened to the news:
Swerving car of anti swishing views
Senator, just leaving funny Faces –
Not good news for political races.

It’s “C” Street hypocrisy return,
Leaving a Gay bar was Roy Ashburn.
Burning ashes doesn’t start a fire
Nor does this arrest raise my ire.

Righteous Roy, the gay molester,
Homophobic boil did burn and fester.
Where’s your indignation, Christian sir?
Under Macho saddle, queer burr?

Bashing queers as tactical campaigns
Risk media lights on closet floor stains.



http://www.topix.com/news/gay/2010/03/anti-gay-senator-roy-ashburn-arrested-after-leaving-gay-nightclub

http://tw0.us/6jn

Anti-gay senator Roy Ashburn arrested after leaving gay nightclub

Around 2am Wednesday, March 3rd, California State Senator, Roy Ashburn (R-Bakersfield) was pulled over in his state-issued black Chevy Tahoe. There was an unidentified man travelling with the senator. Sources say the senator had just left the gay nightclub, Faces, when police noticed the car swerving dangerously and pulled him over.

Sputtering Poet & Response to Critic

Sputtering Poet

I’m not energized for writing verses,
The pump is sputtering and I feel tired.
I’m at the opposite of being wired
And wordsmithing might record reverses.

Poet hasn’t written anything decent
In a while. Versing when not inspired
Might not be best: it might get mired
In phrases clearly not by muses sent.

Nonetheless sparking poetic synapses,
Though inspiration is at low voltage,
Spurt juice enough for rhyming wattage:
Inferior stanzas are better than total lapses.

As mother tends ill child though she’s dying,
Poet nurses verses through feverish crying.


@JCred: I once wrote a better poem. with my dick. RT @elmonte09: Sputtering Poet

To Critic With Poetic Phallus

I’ve no envy of your penis poem,
Poet with a literate peepee,
Even if your versed member be
Quite able to write and type ‘em.

Casting verse in twitter stream
Risks judgements such as this.
I’ve dark wish for poetic bris:
Foreskin editing, my scheme.

Just cut the tip of flaccid rhyme
Introduced by your witty penis:
Not converting David into Venus
Yet with cut rate snitch in time.

Dear critic with cultured phallus:
I’m not macho: I bear no malice.