"DOODY"
When the sh*t Hits
the Ground catcH it.
107 ON the GROUND.
a TOILET paper thief is on the loose.
He'S dressed Li-
ke my UROLologist.
SANDY pUt tHE PigS Head DOWN the ToiLet.
I AM a WATER taker
AND a Coffee TakER.
nEANDERThal man trying
To Get into THE BLACK HOLE IN SPACE
TO sTaY WaRm.
ASK NOT WHAT THE LIBRARY CAN DO
for you.
BUT WHAT YOU CAN'T DO FOR YOUR LIBRARY.
O'BRIan'S DeAD,
SO IS THE WALRUS.
I haVE A bigger butt than HER DADDY'S.
pLaYINg wITH A phony DEck of CarDS.
I'M SUFFOCATING UNDER THE AIR.
WHILE EVERYBODY WAS SMOKING POT
i was eating ice-creaM.
jOn Billets'
Sunday, February 14, 2016
FOR MY VALENTINES FROM A SUCKER
"FOR MY VALENTINES FROM A SUCKER"
Know all the subway lines,
road routes, and
jet location.
Clouded in hill tops.
In the madness of Her house.
She writes to a ripe 101 years.
Going inside a black hole.
Had my behind probed with a Bogey Stick.
Only my Proctologist knows for sure.
Take the old # 61 to Port Chester.
The cold dollar bills fall
Out of My hands into others.
I'm tired of screaming.
Check your weapons
at THe door at The Golden Inn.
Where I wouldn't have
Lasted the day.
I'll stay at the day hospital.
Abbie is my proctologist.
ChEErs To HiM.
here's to him.
I get NumbeRs & NaMe
SIgnS ALl MiXed Up IN my AlphAbet
soup.
45 HouRs NeVeR ENdS.
WHat Are ThE hoLidays
buT SpenT DaYs.
PeasentS wE Are.
DOg fOOd iS FroZen DiNners uNDer cOOked.
GO bAcK to the fOreST To hidein THe
TReeS.
COming OuT oF A ClOset is likE a ConE
Of silenCe Or OMERTa.
oN ThE tRaIL they sent 10,ooo HOunds AFter ME.
I AM THE RED FOX>
My Second Thoughts are everyplace in somebody
elses' mind VaUlt.
Too muCh politics
and Not Enough diversity.
GOING TO THE LITTLE HOTEL IN THE SKY-
311, 411, 9-11.
lOVE U ANDY
EVEN IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME.
THE CHEF KNOWS THE BEST WAY TO THE PEOPLES'
HEARTs IS THROuGH Their STOMACHs.
My God Is Andy Dudette.
Politicians roll up their sleeves and and are models at their conventions.
My college SECUrity Guard Was Gay.
I'll try to hold on.
The front door to the back door is inside out.
The black hole is dormant.
Billy-Jon Billet
Know all the subway lines,
road routes, and
jet location.
Clouded in hill tops.
In the madness of Her house.
She writes to a ripe 101 years.
Going inside a black hole.
Had my behind probed with a Bogey Stick.
Only my Proctologist knows for sure.
Take the old # 61 to Port Chester.
The cold dollar bills fall
Out of My hands into others.
I'm tired of screaming.
Check your weapons
at THe door at The Golden Inn.
Where I wouldn't have
Lasted the day.
I'll stay at the day hospital.
Abbie is my proctologist.
ChEErs To HiM.
here's to him.
I get NumbeRs & NaMe
SIgnS ALl MiXed Up IN my AlphAbet
soup.
45 HouRs NeVeR ENdS.
WHat Are ThE hoLidays
buT SpenT DaYs.
PeasentS wE Are.
DOg fOOd iS FroZen DiNners uNDer cOOked.
GO bAcK to the fOreST To hidein THe
TReeS.
COming OuT oF A ClOset is likE a ConE
Of silenCe Or OMERTa.
oN ThE tRaIL they sent 10,ooo HOunds AFter ME.
I AM THE RED FOX>
My Second Thoughts are everyplace in somebody
elses' mind VaUlt.
Too muCh politics
and Not Enough diversity.
GOING TO THE LITTLE HOTEL IN THE SKY-
311, 411, 9-11.
lOVE U ANDY
EVEN IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME.
THE CHEF KNOWS THE BEST WAY TO THE PEOPLES'
HEARTs IS THROuGH Their STOMACHs.
My God Is Andy Dudette.
Politicians roll up their sleeves and and are models at their conventions.
My college SECUrity Guard Was Gay.
I'll try to hold on.
The front door to the back door is inside out.
The black hole is dormant.
Billy-Jon Billet
Nothing For Anybody
"Nothing For Anybody"
As I Blunder, I Am Pushed Asunder.
Round, And Down Under.
Throw Out A Lot Of Trash.
Collected For Cash.
Creation Sitting In Its Own Shadow.
She Gets To Casting A Good Magical Spell.
There Is No Rhyme Or Reason.
It is The Season.
It Makes No Difference.
In A Poetry' Rhyme.
I Do Too Much Writing And Not Enough Reading.
Such A Miserly Mensch.
Sleeper, Wake Up!
Funny Thoughts And Laughter's Laughs.
I Write In The Words Of All The Rock Stars' Minds.
Love Is A Multiple Mirror.
Insanity Sucks.
Mentally Ill's Are Nice People.
Shut Down All Of My Windows.
In A Town Of Disgrace.
Jon Billet -02/07/16
As I Blunder, I Am Pushed Asunder.
Round, And Down Under.
Throw Out A Lot Of Trash.
Collected For Cash.
Creation Sitting In Its Own Shadow.
She Gets To Casting A Good Magical Spell.
There Is No Rhyme Or Reason.
It is The Season.
It Makes No Difference.
In A Poetry' Rhyme.
I Do Too Much Writing And Not Enough Reading.
Such A Miserly Mensch.
Sleeper, Wake Up!
Funny Thoughts And Laughter's Laughs.
I Write In The Words Of All The Rock Stars' Minds.
Love Is A Multiple Mirror.
Insanity Sucks.
Mentally Ill's Are Nice People.
Shut Down All Of My Windows.
In A Town Of Disgrace.
Jon Billet -02/07/16
Superman's Glasses
"Superman's Glasses"
Love all the girls. Can't pick on up. Too Heavy.
Many a few.
Copy all my poems.
They are identical twins.
Doppelgangers.
Can't write a good line. Can't draw one either.
I'm too drunk to walk a straight line.
Throw a pretty good one.
I write for all the people of the world. Like them I make mistakes.
Afraid I'll end up in jail. Maybe I do but the world does too. we will
end up in the same prison. At the exact same time.
We are doppelgangers.
I wish my pill box was filled. I couldn't
get to sleep for a couple of nights. My eyes were as dark
as a winter's midnight. I am a sight for soar eyes, The eyes never lie.
boxes piled up on
top of one another with old poems in each of them. I
don't know what I am writing. Wish I could understand it as well
as the
people who read it. Some of them like it.
so I've autographed some of them.
Too tired to write anymore but I'll try.
Hope I don't die. I write the same stuff.
Wish I didn't have to quit.
Didn't like being circumcised. don't remember it.
Am hooked on sedatives...
want to hold hands and walk you home.
I was made in China.
People never never see superman while he switches identities.
they never show him naked.
Always Clark Kent loosening his tie and taking off his glasses.
How can Superman see what he's doing.
Maybe Clark Kent can't see straight.
I never wear my glasses.
Can't see long distances.
J. Billet- The Journal News Building
Love all the girls. Can't pick on up. Too Heavy.
Many a few.
Copy all my poems.
They are identical twins.
Doppelgangers.
Can't write a good line. Can't draw one either.
I'm too drunk to walk a straight line.
Throw a pretty good one.
I write for all the people of the world. Like them I make mistakes.
Afraid I'll end up in jail. Maybe I do but the world does too. we will
end up in the same prison. At the exact same time.
We are doppelgangers.
I wish my pill box was filled. I couldn't
get to sleep for a couple of nights. My eyes were as dark
as a winter's midnight. I am a sight for soar eyes, The eyes never lie.
boxes piled up on
top of one another with old poems in each of them. I
don't know what I am writing. Wish I could understand it as well
as the
people who read it. Some of them like it.
so I've autographed some of them.
Too tired to write anymore but I'll try.
Hope I don't die. I write the same stuff.
Wish I didn't have to quit.
Didn't like being circumcised. don't remember it.
Am hooked on sedatives...
want to hold hands and walk you home.
I was made in China.
People never never see superman while he switches identities.
they never show him naked.
Always Clark Kent loosening his tie and taking off his glasses.
How can Superman see what he's doing.
Maybe Clark Kent can't see straight.
I never wear my glasses.
Can't see long distances.
J. Billet- The Journal News Building
3's Week Poem
"3's Week Poem"
I'll Catch my Dreams.
Tranquil rains, rough Ocean.
Cloudy skies, Grey guys.
Shrimp For Breakfast.
A Big Whopper For Lunch.
And Frozen Dinner Roasted Turkey Dinner.
Walking through a railroad tunnel's step.
smelled the pot.
Smelled it on the train seats.
sometimes i smell cigar smoke.
Got change for the bus and it was the
same as the time on the schedule, at 1:35...
Drink orange Juice but it dries my mouth
so does a steam of the radiator.
On the hottest day of the year I traveled
Up to Valhalla to visit the Doctor.
Oh heavenly spirit why is the world so GLad?
When a Peeing eye Dog iS so SaD?
It's easier to walk on another side.
What was a scandal yesterday is now
Bliss.
Lost my way.
Know all the Subway, railroad, And airplane
routes.
Climbed over hill tops.
On the grounds' floor.
Jon Billet
I'll Catch my Dreams.
Tranquil rains, rough Ocean.
Cloudy skies, Grey guys.
Shrimp For Breakfast.
A Big Whopper For Lunch.
And Frozen Dinner Roasted Turkey Dinner.
Walking through a railroad tunnel's step.
smelled the pot.
Smelled it on the train seats.
sometimes i smell cigar smoke.
Got change for the bus and it was the
same as the time on the schedule, at 1:35...
Drink orange Juice but it dries my mouth
so does a steam of the radiator.
On the hottest day of the year I traveled
Up to Valhalla to visit the Doctor.
Oh heavenly spirit why is the world so GLad?
When a Peeing eye Dog iS so SaD?
It's easier to walk on another side.
What was a scandal yesterday is now
Bliss.
Lost my way.
Know all the Subway, railroad, And airplane
routes.
Climbed over hill tops.
On the grounds' floor.
Jon Billet
Winter
"Winter"
Some people are as blind as the day is long.
Dead dog days.
To every dawning there is a light.
All the darkness has its fear.
Coffee
taste like tea,
the water is beer.
I lie.
Go f*ck the sky.
Brainless flea.
Ignorance is divine.
Me has no thoughts.
I like walking in the rain without an umbrella.
Snow too.
As the snow fall in the winter of a mind.
the question is a hesitation,
in my message's reservation.
This s**t makes no sense to me.
i pee out my pants.
Rapper's redacted rights.
Backwards paragraphs.
Swear the merry gangster and hell angels.
Dead old days.
Peyton Manning passed out.
so did I.
without talking we see.
we don't hear a sound.
Creative lawyers are dangerous,
so are scatterbrained fleas.
It's dangerous out there.
My woman is late for dinner.
breakfST for
brunch.
Boss man gets in late.
Jon Billet
For Nick & My Friends 02/10/16
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Dark Mornings
"Dark Mornings"
Dark morning.
Thunder clouds clapping.
The sun came out and peace was declared on war.
Planets emitted gases.
Schools cancelled classes.
Made for foolish asses.
I declared the 5th, 6's 7th to the judge.
Pleading, "ignorance is poverty's bliss".
Thoughtful contemplation, will ruin my good reputation.
In all a creation's hesitation.
Passed national legislation on the L.M.C. - T.V.'s Station.
In S.F. people water ration.
Bottled water is the nation's salvation.
It is mass produced by reverse osmosis.
A psychosis of faked halitosis.
Made by the nations' regurgitation.
Constipation's diarrhea, of a politician's gain.
To keep the good citizens sane.
For fortune and fame.
I would do the same.
Jon Billet-02/04/16
Dark morning.
Thunder clouds clapping.
The sun came out and peace was declared on war.
Planets emitted gases.
Schools cancelled classes.
Made for foolish asses.
I declared the 5th, 6's 7th to the judge.
Pleading, "ignorance is poverty's bliss".
Thoughtful contemplation, will ruin my good reputation.
In all a creation's hesitation.
Passed national legislation on the L.M.C. - T.V.'s Station.
In S.F. people water ration.
Bottled water is the nation's salvation.
It is mass produced by reverse osmosis.
A psychosis of faked halitosis.
Made by the nations' regurgitation.
Constipation's diarrhea, of a politician's gain.
To keep the good citizens sane.
For fortune and fame.
I would do the same.
Jon Billet-02/04/16
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