It Only Takes a Word To Conquer

It Only Takes a Word to Conquer (Draft 2)

Conquer at first with diplomacy.

To weaken the enemy,
send in the smarmy army
and a cocktail or two will do
to suck out a bit of brain
through a tin ear that
hears only flattery.

Our unctuous Ambassador
is slick, not anxious, and
easily wheedles out
a disarmament treaty

When their guard is down
we attack and control,
those not dead are
obsequious for us,
grateful to be
our new slaves.

— Douglas Gilbert

Mum Is Not The Word

Mum Is Not The Word (Draft 3)

I will keep my word;
for myself I hold it in

I keep this necessary
treachery word
to myself and

I keep treachery, for
I am the true King

Ancient legacies, enforced
by witching powers and magic,
like Chrysanthemums are
late to bloom, easy to flower

Mum is a mere word
treachery is mine to do.

An empire will arise, and
loyalty will be spoken.
Traitors to me, to my word
will be slaughtered. I

rise in the glory of my word —
let others be mute and mum, for
they have their word, and
I have mine

I will keep my word
for myself alone

Obey me
and keep your mum

perfidy and
you die.

— Douglas Gilbert

Huh Oh

Huh Oh

The internet’s a place where at best
there’s more persiflage than conversation,
and hey, y’know you’ll rue knowing
it’s where never is heard
perspicaciousness, rather there

more flaky acquaintances than intimacy,
a place of laughing in silence,
and lonely isolation. But ouch

the dead of thought never
rue calling the Devil’s name to
make wombats dig tunnels, while

taking slices of pizza, covered
in gopher blood, and justly
stuffing it in a marsupial’s pouch

just because there’s
an underground mystery,
and a flavor to a huh-whaaa oh

— Douglas Gilbert