The Poetic Quibbler

Quibble Flabberghast by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) A scathing retort is all that is left, politics after all is passion not reason. Sincerity is the mothers milk of the trickster, a player in the confidence game. Traders of blood that flows in the green of envy and the red of ambition. High... Sign in to see full entry.

Political Punk by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) Know it all, all knowing, confident in passion and spirit. Defining black and white, there are no shades of gray. Revolution! Die! Die! You War Mongering Scum! My LOVE will kill you. Reason be damned. In the name of peace you war. In the name of... Sign in to see full entry.

Nothing’s Free by MrDaman Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) Free as the air you breathe at the cost of the blood you bear. Free as the light that blinds you to see what isn’t there. Free to feel the passion, paid for by pleasure and pain. Free to disregard reason for the inflation of the insane. Nothing is... Sign in to see full entry.

Democracy is… by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) A vigilante roller coaster herding cats into a river crossing of troubled waters to take a bath in objective subjectivity. Chaos with an edge slicing boundaries in arrogant humble pie and served on judicious paper plates defining the menu of... Sign in to see full entry.

American Dream by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) It ain’t the answers you’re looking for, it ain’t the questions you define, it ain’t the state of California, it’s your state of mind. (click, click,) What’s yours is yours, Workin hard day to day, What’s mine is mine. Bleeding for the daily pay... Sign in to see full entry.

How Do You Feel? By MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) In the news today again, millions of souls were captured by words in a homespun language defining objective subjectivity. Thoughtful thinking thrashed thoroughly and going… thunk. A brain bash of information gone a thunking, gone spelunking in... Sign in to see full entry.

WTF? By MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) Where the hell have we been all our lives? The gold coin of youth miss-spent knowing what you think you know. Thinking what we thought to think… Illusions of sanity, an arrogant vanity... Rolling the rock of roll. Conforming to the non-conformity, high on... Sign in to see full entry.

Jackboots by MrDaMan Virgil R. Hall II (Randy) The jackboots of oppression are worn on the left and right, they balance upon our collective throats. We may not breathe easy, but we breathe... there is something in that. Hope like destiny arrives with each new dawn. Left, left, left right left…... Sign in to see full entry.