Feed
Me Your Children
German
Alcala
Published by German Alcala at Smashwords
Copyright 2011
German Alcala
FEED
ME YOUR CHILDREN
POEM LISTING
-TO
PUBLISH OR NOT TO PUBLISH-
-POEM
ONE-
FEED ME YOUR CHILDREN
-POEM
TWO-
MUSIC, IT KILLED THE POETRY STAR
-POEM
FOUR-
WE’LL FIND YOU A CURE
-POEM
FIVE-
GET ME NAKED
-POEM
SIX-
I WANT TO BE BEAUTIFUL
-POEM
EIGHT-
HAVE
YOU EVER TRIED TO KILL SOMEBODY?
-To Publish or Not To Publish…-
“Feed Me Your Children…”
“Yup, it’s fantastic right?”
“You’re not really helping the image a lot of people have about you”
“Well, I’ve already changed my writing style dramatically for them”
“Not enough apparently”
“Then fuck them”
“Not before your career gets fucked”
“I’d rather fail keeping true to my style than succeed as a different writer”
“Freak”
“Love you too”
-One-
Feed
Me Your Children
When
we were young
Do you remember when we would take a car
ride?
Without any particular place in mind
Momma and Papa knew
how much we loved it
You
were six and I was five.
Only I could convince our parents to go
somewhere
Trying to compromise with me into going nowhere
How
wise I was at that age.
Wife, remember when we were in a
brighter time?
The children loved the toys and fast food joints
We
would have bought them cigars if it were legal
Oh, what brighter
times those were. So simple then
Husband,
I’d rather not remember those days
Our society was so blind back
then
Not that it’s not still blind and shameful today!
Those
cartoons and adverts might as well have said:
“Feed me your
children, we have bills to pay.
Come here, boys and girls, and
love liberty.
Be white and blonde with blue eyes all your life
If
not you’re as scary and shameful as a bloody knife!”
When
I was young I did something worth disgrace
I studied the society I
belonged to day and night
Men, women, and children were under the
spell
The work got me money to eat at the best restaurants
I
remember my bosses drinking in the good life
The society so silly
to what they used to say
So up front about brain washing the world
for pay
Yet unlike now they didn’t do it so quietly
I
remember us gathered around the meeting table
Collecting our
money, almost wanting to sing
“Feed me your children, we have
bills to pay
Feed me your children. It’ll be a glorious day
With
the youth under our control without question
Such a wonderful high
contrast colorful world”
A child smiles with a happy washed
brain.
She wants to buy her first packet of cigarettes
She’ll
grow up with this verse in her mind
Not knowing what is guiding
her in life…
“Feed me your children
They’ll be strong
soldiers one day
Feed me your children
They’ll pay for our
private islands
Feed me your children, please
We have bills to
pay…
Feed me your children
Feed us your freshly born
fools
Feed me your children, please…”
The
poet isn’t such a liar
Unlike them in their greed
I will sing
directly to my seed
Feed Me Your Children
Give me your
youth
Allow me to eat their minds!
Feed me your children,
please
-Two-
Music, It
Killed the Poetry Star
(An Outdated Parody)
I
heard the musician calling her work poetry
The last poet to
publish anything was in 1970
If the people were smarter it would
have been me
“Did you know that?”
The
singers took credit for inventing rhymes
Rappers remade the
definition in these times
Now I have figured out the industry’s
crimes
“Did
you hear them?”
I told the media
“Did you know
that?”
Nobody believed it
Music,
it killed the poetry star
Music left the bard to starve
Tunes
came to drink your ink
“And nobody knew”
Tonight
we meet in an abandoned library
We read the texts that will be
lost to history
You remember the crowds you used to see
“Did
you read it?
You were the black one
“Did you hear her?”
You
were the ending one
Because of the music
Music,
it killed the poetry star
Music just left the bard to fall
In
the libraries and in the shops
Music ruined the poet’s
crops
“Did you know?”
“Tunes cost less”
Music,
it killed the innocent star
Music, you killed the poetry star.
In
the cafes and in the youths
The music fans were in groups
Beats
came up to break your pen
You can blame the industry…
That
poor poetry star
Poor bard left to starve
You poor poetry
star
You were once a star
Music, it killed the poetry star
The
beats left the bard to starve
Music, you crippled poetry
stars
Music, it killed the poetry star
Music, you killed the
poetry star. That poor poetry star.
-Three-
My
Good Priest
“Mother
, I don’t want to disgrace you”
“Then come with me to the
church”
“But it will only leave me blue”
“Try having
your soul saved”
My
good priest is going to guide my soul
My good priest, will you
guide my soul?
Place my mind under the right morality
Place my
hands under the lord’s morality
“Son, tell me what you
want
And I’ll tell what you like.
You must not spill your
seeds
Follow the good lord
That is what he pleads”
I
want to try for God
But the pressure is too much for me
I took
my manly father’s gun
And then my brains all flew
“Next
child! Tell me what you like
I’ll tell you what to like
instead”
My priest, I will not pray for you
“Repel all
those evil demons”
My gays, rescue me!
My good priest
will show me what to like
My good priest will tell me what to do
with this
Put my body into pure purity
Place my mind under your
purity…
Christianity, winds, and peace…
Love and
brotherhood…
Think of that…
As we run…
Gurl, just
run!!!
Stop them!
Stop him!
Those homosexuals have no
Christ!
They’ll burn in hell for all eternity
And build fires
in our Christian hearts!
They’re unholy desires make our world
weak!
Stop him!
Stop them!
Child,
I beg you to tell me
Tell me what you like,
I’ll tell you
what to think
My God, will you control my penis?
My God, my
good priest!
Please stop attacking me
My
gays, my God, why you?
My heart, control my big cock!
My Good
Priest, save my soul!
-Four-
We’ll
Find A Cure
“Undo
the gays. Take several days
We’ll find a cure. We’ll find
ways”
The
Christians attacked
The Catholics joined
A red neck fantasia
ensued
The children ran off their streets
The elders said
goodbye to everything
The gays suddenly disappeared
The
basements filled
Soaking with tears
The pillows were packed
away
The roads were all crossed
The basements emptied
The
children yelled
The women begged
And the men roared
“Not
them!”
The homos shrieked
The teens all growled
“Not
us”
Find them that damn cure
Or make them die for
sure
We’ll find a cure. Of that we’re sure.
Find a cure.
We’ll find a cure.
Underground I whispered to somebody
“Make
this promise to me
Take off your pants
Touch my lips
We’re
both boys
You love me so
Close your eyes
And realize…”
The
children ran away from them
The elders said goodbye to their
world
The Christians attacked the city
They attacked hard
Rest
assured… we fought back.
Fist to Fist
Weapons massed
Find
them the cure.
“No, we’re gay to the end”
We’ll find a
cure
“No, we’re gay till death”
We’ll find them a
cure
We could have cured them
But we’re all gay to the end.
-Five-
Get
Me Naked
Bang
your head against me
Slap my ass into redness
Bang me against a
wall
Metaphorically
Another book is about to go out
And
the world will soon see
My heart exposed to them
I feel naked
and exposed
I have the sex that people want
And I have the
innocence they prefer
I have the everything and the it
That
makes boys want to lick
So, get me naked. Please see what I
have
I want to be naked for the eyes of all
Get me naked for
your entertainment
Another verse exposes another bit of
flesh
Peach and supple just for the people
My ass bare and
I love their hands on me
Get me naked I want to be seen
Through
and through
I have what the boys want
I have what the
public craves
So, explore my body
Thrash me on the floor
And
explore with delight.
Oh, the people are demons
Clinging to
me
Because I put my skin out for them
And do not bother to shoo
them away
Look into these eyes that see all
Look into my
soul
Look into my eyes and realize
That there is no other
instinct
But to get naked for the public
Learn to love my
flesh
Learn to love the texture of me
Shivering to your
touch
Look into my soul and my insides
Rip my clothes
off
Pull me by my hair
And drag me out to the streets
And I
shall strut with gusto
So, get me naked for the people
Take
in another angst filled verse
And enjoy the nakedness
The raw
way in which I reach out
-Six-
I
Want To Be Beautiful
There’s
only so much one person should eat...
The darker I am... the
filthier my soul
I want to be beautiful
I want to be as
thin as light
I’m not upset with myself
But I don’t want to
be upset
By people’s thoughts
Looking in the mirror
I
feel so much older
What if I am never married?
What’ll
happen if I have rolls?
I want to be beautiful
I want to be
blonde
And with white buck teeth
I want a figure of feeble
size
Just simple beauty
I learned the morals from my
youth
My brothers would tell me
“The only women of beauty
Are
with big jugs
And long legs of sin”
But that will be the end
of all man
Our society shouldn’t fall at the hands
Of a
beautiful woman
The way Cleo betrayed Egypt
Praise the snake
that bit the bitch!
They just want to be beautiful
They
want to be so tall
With hair of platinum blonde
And skin
bleached like clothing
They deserve their beauty
Look in the
mirror
And see the beauty you are
The longer you long for
what you lack
You more you waste your current wealth
You
fight and you struggle for too much
Who is anyone to tell you what
you should look like?
You are beautiful on your own
You’re
brilliant as you are
You’re fabulous as you are
I want
just want true beauty
You are beautiful
Look in a mirror, and
appreciate it
“I want true beauty”
Then look in a pond, and
look at that beautiful being.
-Seven-
A
Little Fatter
Mother,
forgive me for I mean to mortify you
See that woman smoothing
creams into her face?
That lady on whom time left a noticeable
trace
The five foot woman on the shorter side
It’s her eyes
that tell she knows her beauty inside
Had you been lucky to
see her twenty six short years ago
You would know why she doesn’t
mind under eye shadow
She had a figure that one really has to
see
But it is in her eyes that she knows her beauty
Her
skin has been weathered, and a little weaker
The years have made
her a good deal wiser
Don’t tell her that she seems a little
shorter
And the years have proved to make her a little fatter
But
she knows the beauty still inside her
-Eight-
Have
You Ever Tried To Kill Somebody?
Have
you ever tried to kill somebody?
I have.
Have you ever heard
your heart quicken?
I have.
Have you ever had somebody tell
you
“Now it seems I hope you had rather died”
The love that
wraps you is sweet and true
How nice to know that you bring no
pride
Have you ever tried to kill somebody?
I have.
Was
that somebody there ever yourself?
I was.
Did you ever
swallow a bottle of pills
Hoping that you would encourage
mother?
Well, after she said I should have been still
I knew
that I wanted to commit a murder
Have you ever had death come
to thrill you
With “I should have you aborted you”?
Oh, how
the feeling makes you want to live
Because there is so much you
didn’t give
Have you ever tried to kill somebody close?
I
have.
Have you ever tried to murder an innocent soul?
I have.
Have
you ever taken too many strange pills?
Have you ever drunk in
hopes of death?
Well, the hopes of killing somebody
And the
need to commit a murder
Felt by more than just me
Was felt all
for myself
-Nine-
For
The Pleasure
“Play
me some violins for my departure”
The ink has stopped
spurting
I can see clearly now that it’s not so dark
And now
I can see what life is like
And I can tell that I am in the
sky
Will I be a star?
Why don’t you tell me?
…
Come
here and tell me about wonderful love
Come here and tell me your
childhood dreams
Give me your hand and let me ask you…
Would
you feed me your new born child?
For the pleasure of giving it
away to me
Twist the neck of a harmless animal for me
For the
pleasure of saying that you did it
Air
it on the television
And expose the children to it
Write it in
a book
And distribute it wide
For the pleasure of it
Without
the need for a message
Could
you bathe in goat’s blood?
Or maybe have sex with a
priest?
Could you kiss my lips
After you cum in my mouth?
Or
could you climb a tall mountain
Without emotion or political
voice
And jump off of its rocky peak?
Could
you do it for the pleasure?
For the pleasure do this for me
Ride
down a river of blood
And bite a newborn infant
Surprise won’t
last long
And society will change
Soon you will not be
shocking
I
can finally see that anything can be done
For the pleasure of
it
And soon society
Will expand for me
For the pleasure
Fin
Author Info:
German Alcala:
From Los Angeles, California German Alcala is 14 years old, Mexican, Gay, and considers himself a novelist, poet, singer, dancer, carpenter, and everything in between! German Alcala's biggest inspirations include Edgar Allan Poe, Maya Angelou, and Jackie Collins. He has self-published eBooks across the web from Apple iBooks to Barnes and Noble NookBooks, has been called Awesome, Inspiring, and Amazing in book reviews.
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