On June 14, 2025, Donald Trump turns 79 and demands a military parade for himself—echoing
authoritarian shows, not democratic traditions. This coincides with the U.S. Army’s 250th
anniversary, overshadowed by his personal spectacle. The same day marks 40 years since
the Schengen Agreement, Europe’s promise of free movement now challenged by rising border
controls. Meanwhile, protests...
“Some Assembly Required” is a satirical poem that peels back the layers of illusion in romantic
relationships and beauty standards. With sharp irony and vivid imagery, it tries to explore the
humorous yet sobering moment when surface perfection gives way to unexpected truth. A witty
reflection on how we fall in love with appearances—and what remains when the mask comes off.
I dreamed of ...
There was no bullying at my school,
It was called dodgeball—oh, so cruel!
We’d throw balls with great might,
Hitting targets just right,
And the game? Well, it was nobody's rule!
Every post a sermon,
every joke a trial.
Laughter is a landmine now—
step wrong and you're vile.
Eyes scan feeds like scripture,
policing tone and word,
where irony gets cancelled
before it can be heard.
They brandish rules like weapons,
etched in trending tags,
turning nuance into weakness,
and context into flags.
The crowd won’t storm the palaces,
real power lies ignored.
T...
In the grand tradition of poetic rivalries, two ancient Roman masters—Catullus (84 - 54 B.C.)
and Martial (40 - 104 A.D.)—turn love, lust, and literary wit into a battle of birds. Catullus
mourns the death of his beloved's passer (sparrow) in a tender yet teasingly erotic elegy, while
Martial, never one to miss a joke, takes the metaphor and runs with it—boasting that his columba
(dove) ...
The Iglesia del final de los tiempos makes it possible: buy your way into heaven, cleanse your sins with cash, and bottle holiness for personal use. From virginity certificates to antifreeze-laced wine—pay up and be saved. Or scammed. For more bizarre offerings, check out their store at Iglesia del final de los tiempos.
Heaven’s cheap—just name your price,
a plot of land for paradise.
Fi...
These two sharp and cheeky limericks poke fun at Trump’s famously long tie — and what it might be compensating for. They each want to wrap political satire and playful innuendo into five perfect lines.
Trump’s tie hangs down to his thigh,
to distract from what’s small — wonder why?
He shouts and he brags,
but rumour still nags:
It’s all just a well-tailored lie.
And another:
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