ClapSoVerse™ #1

This being the over tanned poetic musings of a bum on the beach of experience…

Here’s a suggestion for real hope, change and responsibility:

“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

ClapSotronics Official Motto:


“On Condition of Anonymity”    by ClapSo

We live in a decaffeinated
Non-fat, soy based world
Forever correcting each others
Speech and actions

An endless quest for purity of thought, speech, and body
A low-cal, sugar free censored speech reality
The white cotton gloves of the mind
Are ready to sanitize our thoughts

Even when we attend a group meal there are demands
For a lesbian midget from Venus outreach
Lest dinner seem non-inclusive

Don’t step on no toes or spill your overpriced pure spring water
On that recycled, late 60’s coffee table
Hand me onea dem genetically engineered corn bumper stickers
Never mind that the farmers are starving

The sierra club is accepting your penance
Via check, money order, or credit card

For the sin of driving your
Urban assault vehicle S.U.V
To the health food store

Proper consumption will assure we regurgitate
The group neutral correct speak of the moment

Is there any way out of this maize
Of fashion based creative consumptive judgment?

I give you my benefit of the doubt
Unconditional love

On condition of anonymity…


“Attention: Subdivision Revolutionaries”    by ClapSo

The revolution will NOT happen at the mall
All your middle class whining will be for naught:

Because the “socialists” are the collegiate bourgeois
Arguing about which dead “revolutionary”
Has the most bitichin’ beard

In suburban coffee houses

While waiting for the Godot proletariat
To rise up
That’s what they consider some sort of plan?

Fuck you very much…

There is a stalinist expansion
Of the socialist book shelf
At your friendly strip mall alternative book store

You’ll find it in the back
Right next to the anarchist cook book collection

There will be a bounce house in the form
Of an exact replica of lenin’s tomb
At the next socialist party picnic!

Organic green smoothies will be served
To wash down your grass fed, free range burger

Please drive your daddy’s BMW safely
There is plenty of free parking
In the trotsky memorial parking lot

Coming soon!
berniebait brand reality distortion pills
Take two and you’ll think you’re a socialist…


“From Maple Syrup to Syrup of Ipecac”   By ClapSo

We tap trees here in upstate NY
The sugaring down doesn’t sweeten
The political and economic bitterness much

The only two things I have left
Are my sense of humor and my poetry
Having long since lost my mind

Considering that war criminals and corpoRATe thieves
Are now considered to be “sane”
Being crazy is no vice in the present world.

There are still some hopeful signs as these our mighty old friends
Withstanding so far the test of time
Have been feeding and warming us for Millennia

Yet they like us have become little more then commodities
To be viciously exploited for corpoRATe profit
If it moves, shoot it, if it doesn’t move, chop it down!

The former Audubon world
Now fully replaced
By high speed Autobahn freeways to nowhere

Having been born and raised in the zoo york metropolis
I can dance to the feverish pitch of citysong
Swimming in the midtown rivers of humanity

But too long in those frigid, murky waters
My lips turn blue with cityflu
I spasm, retch and spit out the soul toxins

Stumbling out of the industrial wasteland many of us call home
Tumbling and disoriented at the first
My head starts to clear as my escape is made good

Off to the once grand worldwide topiary megalopolis
Now pitifully reduced in scope
To a spartan set of dwindling scattered villages

But as yet what’s left is enough to heal my body and mind
Of the damage wrought by city planning commission trespass
The acceleration of such having long passed any reasonable speed limit

To slow down and relearn anew by flipping through
The historic pages of moss covered stones
Which point to from whence we came

Even as the cityspeed
Turns where we’re going
into a blurred rush to nowhere…


“Reflections on the new prez”    by ClapSo

trumpty dumpty
Wants a BIG wall

trumpty dumpty

All the king’s war whores
And all the kings yes men

Will never put trumpty dumpty back together again…

Fuck him and the statusQUObama he rode in on!


The Telepathic Crickets™ on the ClapSotronics editorial board and I hope you enjoyed our poetry because we will be inflicting more of it on you each and every Friday until further notice…

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The face book is censored and zuckerschmuck supports NSA spying.

The twitter is dominated by stock photo type corpoRATe journalistas and celebutants. Try minds for a change…

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It’s high time the winter of our discontent
Become the not so silent spring of ACTION!

~ by ClapSo on December 9, 2016.

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