Poem: Politics and Shoes

Politics and Shoes by C. Derick Miller

The only things that never change

Are politics and shoes

The revelation guaranteed

To feed the poor man’s blues

Our wealthy high society

Their young instilled with hate

No toys, no games, or treehouse dreams

Deter their destined fate

Legendary surnames

Bound for Washington’s embrace

Suck dollars from our pockets

While the hoods disguise their face

Elected by the masses

Or the masses with connections

Enforcing animosity

Disguising bruised erections

From poverty’s defiance

As they take us one and all

Still managing to penetrate

Regardless of our gall

Take notice with compliant bow

Accepting your defeat

The shoes supporting politics

The same beneath the sheet

Poem: Serial Prize

Try not to take this one too seriously. I write dark shit. You already know this. That’s why you follow me…

Serial Prize by C. Derick Miller

Experimental suffering

The ropes, they burn

The blade ,she stings

The flesh, it cuts

The blood, it flows

The organs fail

And no one knows

The body rots

Beneath the soil

A million years?

A spot of oil

To future failed

Societies

But for the moment

You and me

I felt the need

You fit the bill

I questioned all

I slipped the pill

And loosened tongue

Allowed my joy

To overflow

My newest toy

Your eyes, they watch

My every move

But I won’t stop

I’ve hit my groove

I must enjoy this

While I may

The headlines coming

Any day

Will let all know

I’m still around

Beware your children

Mask your sound

Steer clear the woods

For trees ignore

The killer’s dance

The fallen whore

The funeral feast

The falling tears

Till my return

Enjoy your fears

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Poem: Rusty

Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to start writing again. Not anything in particular, just daily things to knock the dust off the cogs. I am a fucking writer, after all. I guess it’s time to write. Here is a little poem I just spit out to express my feelings toward a thirteen year, rollercoaster writing career that’s been disappointing at best. Still, it’s far from over…

Rusty by C. Derick Miller

The pipes are clogged

The wheels are stuck

No reason why

I’d give a fuck

To start again

Stare down defeat

It’s not been fun

It’s not been neat

This writer’s life

Of cat and mouse

I spit the words

Throughout the house

And echoed rhyme

On deaf ears fall

I took the chance

And missed the call

But wait, the call?

It never came

Oh, woe is me

A crying shame

This wordsmith fate

Not like before

The cliquish few

The hidden door

I won’t hold back

To spare your soul

This generation’s

Stripper pole

So take your turn

Just mind your grip

This slippery game

Of just the tip

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LIVE! Season 2 Episode 37: Red Station by Kenzie Jennings!

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LIVE! Season 2 Episode 37: Red Station by Kenzie Jennings!

Ready to meet an indie author? We will read you the first chapter. It’s up to you to finish the book! But, first…we talk smack! C. Derick Miller is an author, producer, screenwriter, and gonzo journalist from the conservative community of Greenville, TX. Sam Cloud-Miller is a graphic artist and liberal rights activist from Austin, TX. Now residing in the Bishop Arts District of Dallas, it’s a great combination for a podcast!

They’ll keep talking long after you’ve stopped listening. Peace to the peaceful. Truth to the masses. Hell to the tyrants. Find ‘Butterflies Make Me Angry’ on Podbean, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube, or wherever you listen to podcasts! Buy novels, merch, and see more at http://cderickmiller.com . Our opening music is “Backwoods BBQ” by Chris Haugen. Our ending theme music, “Butterflies Make Me Angry”, is performed by Whiskeyhat and written by Tommy Cross and C. Derick Miller. (Yes, I own the rights to this music so no funny business about copyrights). Follow on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and the Slasher App @howlgrowlsnarl

Video Rant 11.17.20!

It’s been a bit since I’ve felt like leaving the house, taking a walk, and spitting my troubles out into a video! I feel so much better now! Language warning, but you already knew that…