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  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 6:05:00 PM) Post reply

    On the backs of farmers ride the urbanites who target to pillage
    Leftwardly along the left-handed path bores not a missed turn
    Through a borough, a hamlet, a class-2A city and a dumpy village
    it's legislated to fluoridate each brook, well, spring & cistern
    without regard to code, codex, exception or percentage of millage
    Should I lance, squeeze, ablate, extirpate or let this cyst burn?
    Helpless dejection, abject poverty, silken hose put me in a mood
    to wring the necks of stolen chickens; to raise cats on dog food
    I rise not by the sun in perigee, nor by the tolling of a church bell
    not by Nicky of Cusa on squaring circles or the harrowing of hell
    Dermatologically, chiggers and mites nourish by parasitic function
    So unlike priests & bishops who decree extreme Catholica unction
    It's the affront, prayer-toil & misery what feeds a cold compunction
    Hydrogen peroxide is keen for punctured wounds & blisters busted
    For disinfecting Negroes and Hebes who muse with brown mustard

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 6:00:00 PM) Post reply

    In the vast Universe there are many Earths, Saturns & Venuses
    So when toilet paper is scarce we wipe our asses with Kleenexes
    I disturbingly question the veracity of such lofty claims greatly
    As I've run out of Kleenexes, wash rags & shirt tails recently
    On a planet whose caked history is subjected to baked fakeries
    as in, below & out of time our bran cakes bake in faked bakeries

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 5:47:00 PM) Post reply

    In '82 Alex de Jonge's 'Life and Times of Grigorii Rasputin' revealed
    that as a 20th century strannik Father Greg was no less easily killed

  • Mike Acker (7/27/2014 5:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    As insane and hateful as Dick Thripp is, he does write very interesting poetry. More exciting than anything I read by Lamont Palmer. He could even be a great poet, among Neo-Nazsi, that is.


    When the lofty creatures would descend,
    in all their splendor, he would load up
    his needs and thoughts, then stack, and shift
    around what should never be taken along.

    Now, he grabs what he can of their in-
    digo feathers, and holds on for dear life.
    He simply soars on the backs of these mag-
    nificent birds and lets the rest of what

    must be made, be made.

    Mike Acker

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    • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 5:54:00 PM) Post reply

      Post excerpts from my poems that promote Nazism (national socialism/Hitlerism) . Surely if you're going to take the time to make such judgments you can spend a little more time to prove them. I consis ... more

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 5:23:00 PM) Post reply

    You should take care with knives that are as traumatic as are razors
    with beams that cripple with a crippling capacity of pigs with tasers
    Our inalienable civil rights are applicable everywhere at all times
    At breast cancer boot camp, while trick-or-treating for U.N.I.C.E.F.
    After retching in the office with a paralegal who poses as a chef
    Whilst sunning our sunny sides in the summer sun during sun sex
    Whilst kicking bewitching notions of consciousness from Sol Saks
    Whilst withering on the vine crookedly in advancement of mobility
    Correcting myself for kith, kin, Beatrice, Lizzy & notable nobility
    Bidding sayonara Tunney to anal warts, rashes, pustules & fissures
    Likening Kitty's pregnancy to 9 weeks atop Como Hill, Cat Island
    and generally rejecting those genetics that generously generalize
    profound people of rounded due considered chronically cylindrical
    back-stabbers and track-mappers pollyannaish in all things cynical
    From the mind of a two-timer with the moral compass of a hick
    it's the bowel strengthening/bladder training toilet on a pogo stick
    Because Jacques Brel is long dead you must go on a killing spree
    Or dangle by the ankles like Mussolini had from a pole not a tree
    Here's congressman Boggs from a downed plane along Alaska way
    In severed pieces: guts & shiver, six toes gone and not much liver
    It's the H. John Heinz treatment, aerodynamic and invigorating
    And Millie Earhart's nippy war quest where wild-ass pigs ate her
    And hapless misgivings of New York City's Judge Joe Force Crater

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 5:12:00 PM) Post reply

    According to hot-doggers (& dot-hoggers) life's a moist wiener
    that penetrates the sandwich market for those obese and leaner
    that tells of frogs on balconies propelling their jugs cowardly
    queering sore square rounds that round two triangles inwardly
    Stocking feet trampling crab meat, arthritic toes mincing words
    Breaking over disjointed waves that call to flavor milky curds
    One regrets the events that precipitated the '63 Dallas, Texas coup
    and the twelfth of December with the suicide of Malinei Olinescu
    and Christopher Lee as the choice to portray the evil Fu Manchu
    and the machinations behind the Mexican hoax that was swine flu
    Tear your jealous friends to shreds with a jealously jealous stature
    Pull wool over their bloodshot, avulsed eyes subjected to capture
    Crap in their tea, vomit on their grandmothers & piss in their stew
    Entice them with condo time-sharing schemes that seem brand new
    Glean facts to win arguments in the garment district and elsewhere
    Establish a ratty concern to treat rodents with universal mouse care
    Endeavoring to bull-whip Jethro Bodine who's the junior Max Baer
    Finding incriminating evidence from a murderer's murderous poses
    Hesitatingly I hesitated to hesitate but not to stop and kill the roses
    Crapping out from a gigantic stroke adjacent to a cluttered table
    Shaving upper limbs, squatting like a Jew, gassing Betty Grable

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 5:01:00 PM) Post reply

    Throwing rocks at niggers with the finesse of a Willie F. Mays
    Greasing my hair down like Erik Estrada for a couple three days
    Sticking it to the man who once sported flaxen-colored locks
    Throwing up my last Taco Bell mess onto fat Larry F. Wilcox
    Why it's contemptuous & unnatural as it borders on mortal sin
    to compel me to choose between Joan Chen & Brigitte Ching Lin
    Casting pearls before swine doesn't do much for my collection
    Strong-arming Kotex salesmen wasn't friendly upon reflection
    Squatting on the commode till my red sphincter becomes grotty
    Doesn't cut cheese, age beef, nor paint white my golden potty
    There's more to prison than lovely bars for a kindly, young fellow
    There's rehabilitation, captive friendship & desserts made of tallow
    Let us grease our skids together as we bounce from wall to wall
    For it's the fancy footwork that made Cinderella belle of the ball
    You will know the blackness of a forbidden nigger's attention
    As he K-Marts you in several places that aren't easy to mention
    There are books to read during rehabilitation or incapacitation
    that tug on your heart strings, bowels & make for reconciliation

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    *" I'd rather stick my hand in a dog's mouth than in a nigger's." *
    *- Maya Angelou, 'I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, ' Chapter 24*

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    In '05 Erik Estrada, standing amidst the grandeur that was “California Pines, ” offered $1,000-per-acre lots (as appraised by local govt.) for National Recreational Properties Inc. w/his proclamation: “This is truly an affordable development with prices starting at these incredible prices...” (N.R. Properties Inc. prices started at $19,900 per lot that measured up to an acre. With generous financing a lot was $46,104.58 by the last monthly payment. There was a 1-time documentation fee of $995) .

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 2:43:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Tubes up the ass joins you not with 'The Bold and the Beautiful'
    But sinks you to the lowly depths of the told and the dutiful
    Throughout the length & breadth of commie Korea, Kim banters
    outlawing U.S. companies comprised of enticing, penile implanters
    A Kenyan masquerading as president is what the U.S. does allow
    From the teleprompted: “Oh wait, here comes dingle Barry now! ”
    The bumble & carpenter bees, wasps, hornets and yellow jackets
    Sting us in our homosexual marriage zones to mellow faggots
    Who recline on vinyl-tiled floors, wood planking and in tall grass
    Awaiting the expectant question: “Who put the bug up your ass?”
    In any event & at any rate, hobbling aimlessly through Dania
    With a leaky urine analysis counters infectious, piss-bag mania
    Noting hokum, unshaken, I wince as might a lister goy for mission
    Poking totem, none taken, eye senses kite kissed her Roy Orbison
    Obit bits: survived by 3 children who had surrounded him
    In Bali the chicks are topless and the beer is hopless
    Toilet paper that makes your ass car-wash clean is what I seek
    More than this half the other all for peace all for mother
    Off the road, into the gutter, like a bird that cannot flutter
    I ram goats into each other, appalling chicks drest like brother
    Conducting trades that make no sense, that sense no logická
    Recounting my months eating cabbage in ol' Czechoslovakia
    Czechs of perfection perfected in meter & grace are top-flight
    They're puffy women with ample mammae that are water-tight
    They're buoyant in icy water, they're under 30 yet rather light
    Barry Obama: cacoplastic, cacogenic, corporifying son of a bitch
    “Winning” elections with votes counted in Spain without a glitch
    Nobody knows how low a privileged grease-ball can go
    Performing twice nightly in a one-homo, homosexy show
    When he's shaky he's don Juan McCain, Panamanian gigolo
    A chancy election's near as niggers flaunt their “right” to vote
    Flinching winter in a leaky boat, in a fly-blown, gossamer coat
    from a dangerous Detroit to a desperately-dangerous Detroit
    from a hazardous maneuver to one deemed deftly more adroit
    from a neck, to a neck, on a neck, in a neck, there be a red goiter
    from a God-awful mess on corners, never by square-edged loiter

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    • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 7:14:00 PM) Post reply

      Are people motivated by money?Could money effect a person's behavior?Would a person forsake morality for money?An organ donor card places a bounty on you. Some of your parts are only of value for tran ... more

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 2:39:00 PM) Post reply

    As I was intently reading from 'The George Harrison Reader'
    I was summoned to the precipice by the gorge garrison leader
    To be informed that the era of shacking-up with pride was here
    I have the mattress, and the drive, the gizmos and plastic gear
    And the God-given wherewithal to avoid contracting diphtheria
    And the good travel sense to avoid Pakistan, Iran, Iraq & Syria
    Worse than hitch-hiking through inner Venezuela with flat slobs
    Better than tricking Danish chicks with cherry-flavored fat knobs
    I can tinker with tits till my two eyes swell so tightly they're shut
    I can clean my rods, poles, catapults of scum, slime, crud & smut
    Nothing matters when in charge are folks who champion the rut
    and torture the finer things with pig-bones from the tomb of Tut
    The winds of change are changing course of which time's ravaged
    the baubles of the proper and the propertied, their runts savaged
    To thrill Danish chicks I can crush green walnuts by stout hammer
    use my toes to run circles, curl my lips around doubtful grammar
    and crack my crack-of-itchy into a retardative, poutful stammer
    or display trashily what garbage-men see as hi-fashion glamor

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/27/2014 11:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Darkish features in the darkening; in the darkness and the darkling
    transport my chihuahua to a state of troubled growling & barking
    Nothing matters when your fur is matted and your rat's been ratted,
    your chats were previously chatted and your cat's been de-nutted

    Blondish hair coiffed ever so denounces me as 1 terrible starter
    as Apocalypse entails Tom Jones lapsing into “Devil's Daughter”
    In any Malayan kitchen to cook properly a macaque Rhesus diced
    one summons not the Spirits of Ramses, Mazda & Jesus H. Christ

    It ain't the squirming and the curdled milk and the hypnotism
    It ain't the grey squirrel-meat lunches and the iffy mysticism
    It's the cool way you sashay that make-a me beg & pray and so:
    Let's not shake hands because I ran out of toilet paper 2 weeks ago
    A brooding nature and abundance of piety and pity
    are connected to a band saw slip-up that left me with 1 nipple
    In the confines of prison a mean word and rape'll
    make you want for the passion of the sycamore & maple
    When you have an irritable bowel, anemia, dyspepsia & gout
    Who needs friends 2 weeks after the toilet paper runs out?

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    • ..... Dog God 8hate (7/27/2014 2:38:00 PM) Post reply

      . . Thripp, Neruda always wrote in green ink ... even his sexually charged assailments on preachy practice. And so what? Can reality confer logic without its own view? Friend, Chihuahua is a s ... more

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