still the best!
MEANING VERSES ABOVE, BY DOTSEYES,
this is great, inspriring. see later post.
"Sing poet, of the immortal wrath of KC,
Now jealous of a newly formed honor,
In a daughter of her name, did plot
For her demise. Stealthily, yet with great
Forbiding depend on the plan, with
Girdles from great Neptune, the illusionist,
A liar too, trickster known to drug, set
About her plan....Great Venus, the swindler,
Was absorbed in these doings, thinking of dancing poles.
KC cried out, "Oh, waste of time, Great One, where
Is TonE's number?" Venus smirked, be not
Afraid, beloved of con jobs and false checks,
False *advertiser censored*, we bring one to your aid,
Baez the Besnookered, also beloved by the moose
And such like pondering animals.
Sweet in nature, easily bamboozled, not of
Ivy League stock, he is your main support, to
Do your best. With that will, I, Venus, give to
You Great Fortune. It is contained within your
Back pack, behind your white sunglasses.
And Lipgloss. Within that frail capsule, knit by virgins,
Working seasonal shifts at Universal, unbeknownst
By even CEO or CFO or clerk or Juliette or Jeff, lies
The secret and name of your nemesis, O, fear her.
She is not among your numbers of enemies, yet,
She has John Morgan, favored by Saturn, not the
Car, and Jupiter not the town. It is he who makes
The spears of Zanny most powerful, lethal indeed.
Zanaida! Yes, did you doubt once bespoken, she would
Not Answer like for like? Gonzales, Fernadez. With
Mercury's sharp hyphen, re-echhoed by you KC!
ZFG! ZFG! ZFG! swarmed by the millions once
Cynthia, goddess of the underworld, summoned.
Calling upon nemesis, not Chanel sounding but
Maybe Target....without rancor by JC Penney.
Tasking LE and ATT to find receipts and pings.
Behold! The source of all woe and ire is she, the Zanny!
Without fear of Pluto or Hades, I say it now, loudly.
Let Mercury and Libra pose a seat for the mother Goddess,
In her seat as doyenne of prime time tv and cable say it,
Even as she is a victim who tells us her woes at length,
Preferring the grottoes of Hilton or Ritz, warm baths.
Good dinners, too.
But briefly: "Zanny, daughter of my daughter's Imagination,
Wielder of Focus from Ford, not Nissan nor GMC, though silvery,
Sister of Samantha, devotee of the moon with her daughters
Three, like hell hounds also imaginary and cloudy in aspect
Had keys and typical for gangs were ganglike in their
Heinous carelessness about my daughter KC's reputation
For telling the truth, once asked. So what's the prob?
A liar is not a murderer, lies are just sometimes mistruths.
Zanny, born of Michigan, Texas, the Carolinas, and New
York, Puerto Rico, California, Mexico and malls unknown as yet,
Be afraid: Your greatest foe and friend, not without key.
She with the curly yet straight hair, who gave unto KC
Also the straightener for no reason is not to be found.
Therefore, O Cynthia, named of the goddess, give her
Access to a crime scene. O Hades! O duct tape!
Did you not give Cynthia a key, to the house that is.
Since she does not have a clue, oracle streaming or msnbc?
O, KC, Where laid the innocent body of the one you hated?
That not wretched Zanny, she of the curly yet straight
Hair, most likely to want to invade the bower to obtain
Chemicals of dire rectitude, for the chance of good hair?
Georgides, that's to say Lee, stalked forth, wanting
Answers only Delphi or LE or KC could give. Angrily, he
Swept the field with his Nikes, for Victory, sneakers
From Athena, then kicked at a sign as large as a half
House. It nearly buckled with his strength. It cried, "Snik."
He had victory, so well promised by Nike, sneaker smith,
And two sessions at Golds's Gym. But confused and
Dazed, there were no kidnappers. Only KC and Ants
Were in view. Bravely, but fearfully, he walked up.
Rang the bell and tried the door knob. Pluto gave him what
Few asked, entry to the underworld...
blah blah blah, etc.
