General Gender/Captain Chromosome

General Gender

It took approximately six million years of human evolution,

From Maillard reaction to complex chemical solution,
To build this foundation on the plot of gender dilution,

Splitting pronouns like atoms inside this intellectual institution.

My friends call me General Gender, leader of the pronoun revolution,

Dodging prosecution from bigots who preach absolution,
Foreman of construction fighting liberty's demolition,

My enemies know me as Quantum, as breaking binary is my mission.

When a moral compass is obscured by the smog of culture war pollution,

Freedoms prostitution is sold by ignorant collusion,
And like an infection it consumes braincell population,

Of the Dunning–Kruger demographic corrupting the wit of this nation.

Look at Captain Chromosome, sailing along on a lower education,

Simple comprehension forever evading mentation,
Airheaded flotation propelled by breezy bloviation,

And a lead poisoned hull displacing all manner knowledge and information.

Captain Chromosome

That's Lieutenant Commander Senior Grade Vice Rear Admiral Chromosome to you!

You see, Captain is mostly an honorary title,
Afforded to me on account of the holy Bible.

Verse Hebrew 11:7, and said our lord in heaven;

Captain Chromosome,

I warn about many genders not yet seen,
By hatred condemn the wicked and obscene,
Build me an ark to annihilate this scene,
With righteous hellfire reduce them to glycine!

"Honorable discharge on account of a deteriorating mental state."

Try to take my command from me, will you? Well, I'll show them,
I'm just itching to nuke and glass that carbon ass to gem.
I went to Naval Academy with top acknowledge,
Don't indoctrinate me with your liberal arts college!

Let me Guantanamo Bay force-feed you this black pill bomb,
Whether it be massive knockers or hanging nuts Saddam,
Exorcise thy flesh but chromosomes shall nay be gone,

Who needs higher education when you've got Q-Anon?

And Mozambique drill this into your deranged blue-haired head,
Sirens who deceive those with temptations of Sodom's bed,
I riddle thee with piercing rounds of existential dread,

There is no more effective solution than forty percent dead!

Together in the Wind

I thought that you were someone that I once knew
And I thought that I was someone you knew too

So I locked hands with you, up and away we flew

Flying high in the sky, sunlight in your hair
Soft, gentle skin and young lungs full of fresh air

And your body I held, was like nothing I've felt

Wasn't too long before you crumbled to dust
It had to be real, it just had to it must

But twas all just a dream, false memories it seemed

A swift jolt and I awoke in a cold sweat
A wet imprint of me stained into my bed

The moisture slowly spread, just like you in my head

I lay there restless for the rest of the night
Unable to sleep from the quick jolt of fright

The fantasy faded, now empty and jaded

For the following night I fell sound asleep
Falling into my dreams with not but a peep

Us flying through the wind, and higher we ascend

Flying high in the sky, sunlight in your hair
Starry, wide eyes and young lungs full of fresh air

And your body I held, was like nothing I've felt

Wasn't too long before you faded to ash
It happened yet again, just like last nights past

Twas again just a dream, false memories it seemed

A swift jolt and I awoke, tears in my eyes
A wet imprint upon my pillow, I cry

The moisture slowly spread, just like you in my head

Longing for affection I lay there awake
I couldn't believe that our shared love was fake

The fantasy faded, your absence I hated

Years had gone by, I never saw you again
Memories of you danced around in my head

Together in the wind, flying as we ascend

I now am quite old, this is it for my life
Lonely and single, my soul full of hard strife

Then I found you again, together in the end

Yachti Yachti Yachti

He’s got that yachti-yachti-yachti
Boozed-up hottie and Bugatti

Flush with cash
Dressed to flash
Big fat stash
Full of hash

He’s got that yachti-yachti-yachti
Smokin’ goddies in his ‘Gatti

Cops then fussed
Searched his dust
Found some crust
He was bust

They took his yachti-yachti-yachti
Boozed-up hottie and Bugatti

Bank was blank
Bars went clank
Wet and dank
Got the shank

They took his yachti-yachti-yachti
There he wroughtly lay to rotti’

Flat he’s spread
White as bread
Blood was shed
Cold and dead

Six Gallivanting Horsemen

Six gallivanting horsemen…

Trotting through the foggy wood,
Dodging all the trees they could.

Six gallivanting horsemen…

One falls down and breaks his crown,
One then trips and his neck whips.

Four gallivanting horsemen…

Trotting through the foggy wood,
Dodging all the trees they could.

Four gallivanting horsemen…

One flies off has bloody cough,
One then crashed his ribs got smashed.

Two gallivanting horsemen…

Trotting through the foggy wood,
Dodging all the trees they could.

Two gallivanting horsemen…

One snags vine and breaks his spine,
One then quit he’s scared to shit.

One gallivanting horsemen…

The other five are cold dead,
Last one faints and hits his head.

Lady of the North

Lady of the North

Chiseled marble skin
Patinaed bronze eyes
Platinum thread hair

Body of Aphrodite
Will of Hercules

Liaison to fate

Whisper’s designer
Moonlight’s bestower
Misfortune’s right-hand

Seer of all forgotten
Keeper of secrets

Lay your burdens forth
We follow your soles

Hematolagnia

Ruby stained fingers
Sticky with oxidation
Saturated in ecstasy

Colonize Her

I tell you of a white fellow named Kyle,
Whom white girls dare not approach for a mile;

So he flew far to Peru,
With natives simple to woo,

Naive brown girls to subdue and defile.

Fister Sister

Don’t resist her she’s the Fister Sister
Who’s ‘bout to twist her wrist for
And make your cyst spur mist per her glister fist stir.

Burr so deep you’ll kiss her blister
And hiss a blissed purr
As your mister piss pure bliss sure.

Hollowed Ground

I tread ever so lightly
For wherever my foot lands
Hollowed ground lays right beneath.

Emptiness inside a shell
Souls of men echo within
Begging me to be released.

What Am I?

A warrior and scholar walking side by side,
Debating ethics which they abide.

Passing through green pastures a valley lies ahead,
When a voice calls from where they soon tread.

”When heaven grows darker than the cavern most deep,”
”And warmth will wither and fade and seep.”

”Then silence will flourish and nothingness shall grow,”
”This is a river all men must row.”

”Death” yells the warrior with a thunderous cry,
”Death is as dark as is the night sky!”

”Space” claims the scholar thinking himself to be right,
”Space lacks all substance, all sound, all light!”

Munk

Chipmunks scurrying
Foraging through the woodlands
Digging vast burrows