Fucktard Harvest

I was going to help you all, just, a minute ago
but you, being a fucktard, didn't want to be told
so keep going like you know all there is to know
I already told you about ignorance you continue to show
its relativity to death like a tag for every toe
go ahead and plant more seeds than the world will ever need
your supply out-weighs any demand because of all your greed
when you are stuck, overstocked with a perishable crop
you, intentionally, over-planted hoping it would all be bought
I hope you enjoy the sickening smell when your harvest suddenly rots

by Tamara Imes-Nicholas 2013

Fucktard-Deadly Predictable

strangely, for me, it isn't even strange

how my callback number was magically changed

the timing in which this miraculous event came

coincidental as ever when attempting to explain

to you fucktards how I had deliberately arranged

my number to spell 800-FUCK-YOU, no need to explain

so I was nice enough to take time from my very, busy day

to help the fucktarded who are all innately deranged

without me using any hands, everyone was amazed

how I helped all you fucktards untangle your brains

excuse my poetics, if you really want to complain

place your lips upon my ass to provide you a restraint

everyone here knows I don't leave idiots (like you) to hang

watch and learn how a pro plays a lawless fucking game

using your own momentum I suck out what should be your brain

you must know basic business, as if you know a damn thing

I've shit and wiped away millions faster than you can complain

I created then destroyed this game you insist upon playing

but, unlike you fucktards, I have a higher functioning brain

I know you don't believe what I keep saying and re-saying

I have deliberately not, truly, reacted until I can't contain

please don't force it out of me; it will only cause you severe pain

just because you're a liar doesn't mean I'm the same

trust me when I tell you, if you don't stop fucktardedly playing

the inevitable outcome will crush your arrogance with shame

if you think I can't do it, ask around, because they’ll all say the same

be very careful why and how you conjure your next mistake

unlike you fucktards my Forces are definitely not fake

©February 2013 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

Nicola de Lesser or "Smooth?"

pathetic architect your design's impotent, un-erect
I saw straight through your transparent project
"Nicola de Lesser" translates to "Smooth"
everything you do just allows me to prove
you're a pawn, I'm a Queen, so make your next move
will you protect your evil princess? or is it too soon
it matters not to me because I'm in my groove
best be thinking quick before you're both in a tomb 
there's only one way to win, what are you going to do?
there's nothing more to pawnder for a shallow pawn like you
you don't possess the intellect to be in the same game
if you were a real player you'd know that I don't play
she's not in a position to stop the fatal words I will say
she's so fake and hollow, like you, but you protect her anyway
noticing your mistakes makes it possible to say 
"check mate" the two of you should borrow some brains
go somewhere very far away, go catch a plane
I burned the board and pieces so no more games
you were made for each other, you're both insane
I sit back killing time knowing it won't be long
until the earth says, "enough," we'll all be gone
people like you and her who do people wrong
make my suffering deep enough to write a song
it helps to clear my mind so people hum along
it goes something like this, dah-deedle-dong
tweedle-dee, my misery hates company
no more pills to take the pain away from me
got the chills even though it's a hundred degrees
don't bother trying to call or come see me


by Tamara Imes-Nicholas 2012