H M Bascom

The Universe continues
With and without you
Thirty pieces of silver
Paid for Your demise

And so the gossip went, round the hills and up and down the hollers. James’ secretary was barely out of high school, and not much older than his oldest daughter.

To tell the truth and break a heart?
Or tell small lies right from the start?

The Devil’s in the writing
reading between lines

My life poured on this gruesome page again
Talentless vultures wait to pick my bones

You don’t want to be like them
You want to be unlike yourself
Then you find yourself
And there you are

The people of this country have been raised on a generous portion of fear of foreigners and the arrogant belief that this country is God’s favorite country.

Independents and patriots, the smart, the dumb, the free
hateful hearts and smelly farts, and everything we love

The United States will never live up to minimal international standards on human rights until it changes its basic political, social, and economic Capitalist philosophy.

Reach deep into your Christian heart
Pass that collection plate
Then drop a couple dollars in
God’s Kingdom can not wait

If you can’t swim you’ll surely sink
into the murky depths

Line up you fools at the death machine door be ready to perform your daily chores

So she went fishing and baited her hook
Heavy with lard she cast into the brook

I wrote a word
a really big word
four letters
no less

Shakespeare cared not the message was his guide
Milton ends weak each metered line defied
Mean cawing crows a raucous noise employ
The peaceful hearts of artists they destroy

I see you brought
Some friends with you
Will you introduce me
To your colorful crew?

What we don’t need is another big bomb
Many times can we destroy the world

What a fine mess you made of you
I’ve nothing left to say