RobertHennecke: What's Love got to do with it

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I can see that you can tell
Your vision of heaven and their's of hell
Your endless Ontario blue skies
From Taliban pain

Can you tell if you feel
Pandemic fever on a hospital rail
Their twisted smile behind their veil
Do you think you can tell

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for medicated ghosts
Hot serum for your dreams
Foul air for a cool coastal breeze

Vaccines for a free range
Did you exchange
A walk on role in your life
For a life forever in a cage

How I wish, How I wish you were here
We're just two free thinking souls
Surrounded by mindless sheep trolls
Year after year

They're never making up for lost ground
They've never found
They fear the same old fears
Wish you were here

ELON'S VISION

Driving on the roads of every city
Supposedly following TechnoKing's orders
Tesla's FSD not respecting highway borders
FSD distracted by ambulance lights
Robotaxi success is a clear unknown

Growing up in Pretoria it seemed all one sided
Apartheid opinions were all being provided
Race and class futures all pre-decided
Seperated and sharply subdivided
In Errol's emerald mass production zone
Nowhere was a comic book dreamer
Or an Autistic misfit so alone.....

Elon's vision
In Pretoria's high school halls
Cleaning the Vancouver boiler room walls
Conform or be cast out!

Elon's vision
Later on Twitter hashtag bars
Dreaming of making electric cars
Questing to be cool and not be cast out!

The Canada escape helped to soothe
Deferring a quest to Apartheid authenticate
Being a worker bee offered no charm to smooth
Elon's restless urge to massively replicate

Elon's vision
Elon all grown up has become quite one sided
His Twitter opinions frequently provided
The World's future he's pre-decided
Tesla, Spacex and Twitter workers all sub-divided
In Tesla's feudal plantation production zone
Nowhere is any dreamer or minority misfit so alone

Drawn like moths they bought into Solar City
Then Tesla became the main attraction
Robinhood retailers cruising for Tesla action
Musk fantasia lit them up like a firefly
In 2019, FSD looked so great and bright
Many analysts have sold Elon's dreams, inflating retail desires
Expecting their accounts to get really fat
Not realizing that they had stepped into their punji trap

Distracted by retirement dreams on an abandoned beach somewhere
To joyfully recount their many online Tesla fights
Reliving the brilliance of their Tesla buy memory
Then those same analysts pull the rug out on a stormy night

Elon's vision
In Tesla's plantation halls
Within Spacex and Twitters walls
Conform or be cast out

Elon's vision
On Twitter's hashtag bar
In the backs of Tesla cars
Conform or be cast out

Elon's Vision
No longer a Pretoria or Canada escape to smooth
The current unattractive truth
That Elon Musk lacks the charm to soothe
And regain his cherished dreams of youth


What's love got to do with it?

I must understand, my gold card touching your hand makes your pulse react
That it's only the thrill of white males being grilled
It's my account that attracts
It's financial
Social Justice Jihadi dogma
I Must ignore woketurd dogma, it's REALLY NOT ALL THAT!!

Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to, got to do with it?
What's love, but a much abused emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
You're using dating sites, for GOLD DIGGING NOTIONS!!

Your Intersectional feminism has me confused
I'm worried when Femcong thugs are close to me
You read the Stalinist Betty Friedan's dogma someplace
Hatred of men is your cause to be
There's a name for it
There's a phrase that fits
Hypergamy and extortion's what you're doing to me!

Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to, got to do with it?
What's love, but a much abused emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
You're using the web for SOCIAL JUSTICE JIHADI NOTIONS!!

I'm really concerned about your hostile direction
It's only Marxist-Feminist dogma you say
I'm alarmed about my own protection
You scare me with your dogmatic ways

Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to, got to do with it?
What's love, but a much abused emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
You're using dating sites, for GOLD DIGGING NOTIONS!!

Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to, got to do with it?
What's love, but a much abused emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
You're using the web for SOCIAL JUSTICE JIHADI NOTIONS!!

Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to, got to do with it?
What's love, but a much abused emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
You're using dating sites, for GOLD DIGGING NOTIONS!!

Oh, oh, oh
What's love got to, got to do with it?
What's love, but a much abused emotion?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
You're using the web for SOCIAL JUSTICE JIHADI NOTIONS!!


The Millennial generation
Blames the one before
All their Marxist frustrations
Thugs beating at my door

I know that you're a prisoner
To what Marxist-Feminism held so dear
Antifa wants to take me hostage
Being white's the sum of all fears
I just wish I could have told them
they're wasting their living years

On your crumpled bits of paper
With your coffee house Komissar thought
Stalinist Betty Friedan interpretations
I'm afraid that's the best you've got

Your logic I just don't see it
Intersectional Feminism makes no sense
It's Impossible to come to agreement
With this critical race theory nonsense
Marxist dogma is a foreign language
Your struggle sessions put me on defence

So Say it, say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)
That Marxist-Feminism causes untold fear
It's too late (it's too late) when you die (oh when you die)
To admit that you've been living a lie

So you're stuck upon a quarrel
For you the present is the past
You eagerly sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

You only see the misfortunes
Claiming all life as Marxist fate
You need to get a new perspective
Start off a brand new day
And if you can give up this Marxist-Feminism you're in
You may just be okay

So say it, say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can be detoxified of your Marxist fears
Because it's too late, it's too late (it's too late) when you die (oh when you die)
To admit that you've been living a lie

I wasn't there that morning
When Betty Friedan-Goldstein passed away
I didn't get to confront her
How being a Stalinist made feminism sway

The Fountainhead could change your spirit
And maybe in about a year
Then watch Doctor Zhivago
Acknowledging Communisms tears
I just wish that you could get it in your living years

Say it, say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (come on say it clear)
You can be detoxified of this Marxist fears
Because it's too late, it's too late (it's too late) when you die (oh when you die)
To admit that you've been living a lie


Tesla's not a growth stock ...anymore

Elon's sending the RNC flowers
Elon's tweeting Donald Trump love songs
Tesla's not a growth stock....anymore
Are Model 3 batteries on fire in the floor
Taylor Swift’s not having Elon’s baby, NO WAY!!

I remember when.....
Elon couldn't wait to leave South Africa
Then manouevered his way out of Canada

Now after tweeting all night
What will make Elon feel allright
But when Elon took over Twitter
It meant for many turning out the light
Tesla's not a growth stock....anymore

For Elon, it's now become so natural
To talk FSD and Robotaxis forever
But comic book fantasias don't count anymore
With Tesla tumbling on the trading room floor
Competition is sweeping Elon's Tesla dreams away....

Oh man, I will always remember
What Tesla 'analysts' and groupies taught me
They could always be relied on to make me laugh
Although Elon has made many a shorter cry

Well Elon learned how to program
And he has learned how to lie
Elon has claimed his father was evil
And that he was probably a spy
He named his twelve children as if they're
cartoons in some outlandish Sci-Fi
He's claimed humanity's threatened by the spectre of AI
Did Elon get that five billion from Tesla for his private Xai?

Elon's tweeted Donald Trump love songs....
Well you'd think Tesla's board would learn to tell Musk goodbye
Elon claims the SEC probes are dementedly all wrong
Did Elon catch Haitians roasting ducks and cats in Springfield?
Was Elon absolutely required to sleep with the wife of Sergei?

Elon's sending the RNC flowers
Elon's tweeted Donald Trump love songs....
Well you'd think Tesla's board would learn to tell Musk goodbye
Tesla's not a growth stock....anymore

A non alien, mon Marxist Feminist

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Elon Kim Philby Musk reality check to come soon. His Doge plan to terminate millions of government workers and delete food stamps to millions of others in order to free up money for his Mars colonization quest actively undermines his FORMER Tesla customer base. For someone that studied physics Elon Kim Philby Musk can be extremely illogical. He made a Faustian bargain with the Maga Trump crusade falsely concluding that only Trumps roal approval sanctioned all of Musk s plans. He failed to realize that the USA IS still a democracy and that there is deep resentment of Elon Musk s and Ramaswamy s techno feudal immigration mills

KATY, THE TAR SANDS MISS YOU

Katy Beaton, the tar sands failed youKaty Beaton, the tar sands let you down
Don't you know it tried so hard
To love you in it's sticky way
Katy Beaton, it's easy let it go…..

Katy, the sand pit's empty since you left it
The tar sands struggling how to carry on…
The tar sands searched itself and everyone
To see where the dinosaur tar went wrong

Katy to the tar sands you finger
For those ducks the tar sands you blame
The tar sands has no one left to talk to honey
The tar sands can't buy it's innocence

‘Cause the tar was born innocent
Believe me Katy, dinosaur tar's innocent
It's easy for crackheads to falter
Does it matter?

Katy Beaton, we thought that you could make it
We see we can't change the way you feel
Lake Mildred leaves you with your misery
The sticky eternal friend that you betrayed

You're back in your Mabou clapboard tower
You leave Mildred Lake in it's pain
Shunning the epic beauty the tar sands do possess
It's only Marxist-Feminism you believe

‘Cause dinosaur tar was born innocent
Believe me Katy, dinosaur tar's innocent
It's easy for crackheads to falter
Does it matter?

‘Cause the tar was born innocent
Believe me Katy, dinosaur tar's innocent
It's easy for crackheads to falter
Does it matter?
Believe me Katy, dinosaur tar's innocent
Katy, the dinosaur tar's innocent

Sarah Mclachlan, Adia revised

Is it getting better?

Is it getting better?
Do you ever tire of using shame?
Will the settlement make it easier now?
You've got privileged white males to blame!

You say your needs are mine to bear
Even your crack needs – in the night
Your burden, we have to share it
The taxpayer's cost, you don't care!

Do I now disappoint you?
Leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like only your people need love
`Colonizing patriarchal' white males can do without

For guilt extorting it's never too late-tonight
To drag your version of the past into the night
For money we're one, for love we're not the same
I'm obligated to carry you others
Obligated to carry you others

From your people there is no settler forgiveness
You're living well by raising your school dead
You're certainly not here to play Jesus
How long before you guillotine my head?

You endlessly ask for far too much
Much more than a lot
And in return you give nothing
Identity politics robbed all that we've got

For money we're one, for love we're not the same
Marxist-Feminism excels at blaming white males
And they repeatedly do it again

You say I must respect your temple
Only yours is a higher love
I'm not welcome at your temple
But your beliefs I must love

When you ask me to enter
You force me to beg and crawl
I reject your Marxist-Feminist rot
When your movement is only about hurt

For money we're one, for love we're not the same
Cultural Marxism excels at blaming white males
And they repeatedly do it again
You've extracted much more with identity politics
Than you should

In your view, I'm the other
Neither sister nor brother
For money we're one, for love we're not the same
I'm obligated to carry you others
Obligated to carry you others

Remember when you were young
You shined like the sun
You steal on Josey you crackhead!

Now all that lights up your eyes
Is crack, meth or Ritalin to get you high
You steal on Josey you crackhead!
Nobody knows why you are
A pathetic parasitic b*tch even from afar

Well you've stole my laptop and cellphone
Then you took my bicycle too
All gone in the Moncton breeze

Who now do you target
With your drug dealing pimp Malinek
Who are you robbing tonight?
You scumbag, you tyrant
You endless drain on society
You're a crime!!

Well you used desire to swoon
And then you promise the moon
You steal on Josey you crackhead!
You threaten the honest in the night
But I'm exposing you to the light!

You steal on Josey you crackhead!
Well you've worn out your welcome
High time society made a decision
To dump you and Malinek in the sea

Come on you vulture
Using Meth ice to see visions
Come on you stealer, you liar, you crackhead
You're a crime!!

Pink Floyd, Shine on Crazy Diamond, revised


A few of Terry Gross's favourite things

Endless bagels and Manichevitz with her husband
Making Shtetl's and Yiddish sound so grand
Manipulating her guests with her scheming strings
These are a few of Terry Gross's favourite things

Marxism, radical feminism and partisan Zionism
What we all hear must be filtered through Terry's prism
It's painfully obvious Terry Gross is left wing
This our burden, this Terry Gross thing

Demonizing Germans and labelling white males as latent rapists
I say it is Terry Gross is in desperate need of a therapist
Panning for gold in white man's guilt river
Being so brazen and crass would make me shiver

When Bill O'Reilly bites, when Gene Simmons stings
When Terry Gross is feeling sad
Terry simply remembers manipulating listeners for years
And then Terry won't feel so sad

Sacrificing children to have her career
Thinking she's a trailblazing feminist pioneer
Lambasting Trumpism and all of the right wing
This NPR burden, the tedious Terry Gross thing

Terry's pandering to Jewish guests is pathetic
Any criticism of Gershwin and jazz Terry views as heretic
Lambasting entrepreneurs because it's not left wing
Why has NPR unjustly burdened us with this Terry Gross thing?

Terry labels people talking of temselves as boring
Even though that's her 'job' she's of course ignoring
Her mother's last note to her should have said
It's not right to turn the whole country red

When justifiable criticism bites, when being called a marxist feminist stings
When Terry Gross is feeling sad
Terry simply remembers manipulating listeners for years
Then Terry Gross won't feel so sad!!




Seventeen

I've learned the truth since seventeen
That beautiful women really can be mean
Looks and love pale compared to piles of cash
That now proffering love turns out to be rash
That their valentines are now extremely few
Now they let pass the rest of their youth
Erecting arbitrary obstacles to get through
No longer sevenreen, struggling with the new truth

Now that I'm of the villified race
No longer accorded a decent social grace
Now I must ruefully remain at home
No lovers to squire back to my home
Marginalized by your virulent marxist-feminist theory
It's impossible to get beyond this POF screen
You assume I'm part of a white male patriarchal conspiracy
It's a far different world, since I was seventeen

A blue eyed poor boy in hand me downs
My name I was uncertain how to pronounce
On whom the social services very much did frown
Saying he's the son of Nazi's, now make him serve
He's only getting what he most justly deserve
The politically incorrect they relentlessly denounce
Get government handouts for their company hiring
Protected status and paid salaries, for me they're firing

So now society cheers who wins this RIGGED game
I thus lose the love I sought in vain to gain
Having qualities such as independance and integrity
Your cultural marxist indoctrinated eyes search in vain
You fail to grasp that you're played to seek fame
Honest objectivity overlooked by marxist-feminist negativity

To those of us who know this fabricated pain
Of justified opportunities denied that never came
I realize angering you provides little for me to gain
I've chosen my side, and I'm STANDING TALL!
My identity and integrity don't lend to fame
I refuse to buy into cultural marxism and fall

I tried my best in the game of life as I dared
In the end I was cheated, hence how I fared
Socially engineered based on theories unsound
I aint lost and really don't need to be found
You've been thoroughly brainwashed not to marry me
The world's changed a great deal since I was seventeen

Original:. Seventeen by Janis Ian
Revised by: Robert Hennecke.



CRACKHEAD SMOKING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
STRUGGLING TO KEEP YOUR BUTANE ALIGHT
DRAINING THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
INCREASINGLY UNABLE TO SHAKEN NEED
FOR A DRUG THT IS MADE FROM LIES

CRACKHEAD TOKING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
YOUR SUNKEN EYES NEED TO LEARN TO SEE
HOW IT'S MADE YOUR NOW SAD LIFE
YOU DESPERATELY NEED TO BE AWAKENED
IN ORDER TO AGAIN BE SET FREE

CRACKHEAD SMOKE, CRACKHEAD TOKE
SKULKING IN A LANE ON A DARK BLACKNIGHT

CRACKHEAD SMOKING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
BREAK YOUR CRACKPIPE AND LEARN TO LIVE
RESTART A NEW LIFE
ALL YOUR LOVED ONES ARE WAITING
FOR THIS MOMENT TO ARRIVE
CRACKHEAD FLY, CRACKHEAD FLY

INTO THE LIGHT FROM YOUR DARK BLACK NIGHT
WE ARE ONLY WAITING FOR YOU TO REALIZE
SOCIETY NEEDS YOU TO REALIZE
TO WAKE UP AND RATIONALIZE


Curls and swirls of golden hairA curvaceous body oh so fairA pretty smile, a carefree stareI've looked at women that wayBut now they want all beneath the sunThey demand tribute from everyoneSo many things that could have been doneBut Marxist-Feminism got in the wayI look at women from both sides nowBoth physically and politically and still somehowIt's Marxist-Feminist illusions women recallI really don t get women at allSummer camps and ferris wheelsThe dizzy happiness of a familyBeing properly adopted being realI had looked at adoption that wayBut it really was not to be my showA lying social worker meant from Quebec I didn't goIt took until 2012 for me to knowThat in Quebec I didn't have to stayI look at families from both sides nowBeing in the hands of a Marxist-Feminist cowIt s a great lost family that I recallI really didn't know family love at allYears and years of working proudTo say I ve graduated right out loudDreams and schemes and cheering crowdsI've looked at living in Quebec that wayBut Riviere-Beaudette, Quebec became very strangePatrick Bousez had become mayor and all began to changeMe and logic lost, seperatists and the corrupted gainedI had to give away my property and could no longer stay I look at Quebec from both sides nowIn corrupted Quebec I lose and still somehowIt s cultural Marxist illusions that they recallI really don t get Quebec society at allI look at Quebec from both sides nowIn corrupted Quebec I lose and still somehow
Its cultural Marxist illusions that they recallI really don t get Quebec society at all




An Ode to Neil Young


Your childhood spent in Northern Ontario
Sunset settings for the Group of Seven also
Strong connections to the earth and land
Telling your stories deftly with a firm hand

Poetry to music with your guitar Old Black
Toronto to L.A., there was no turning back
From Buffalo Springfield to Neil Young
You're now at Rolling Stones' 34th rung

You've kept searching for hearts of gold
And now that you've finally grown old
The thing you've never managed to realize
Is the gold in your heart for all to apprise

You were always concerned about the environment
Taking on greedy corporations and the government
Standing up for downtrodden mistreated First Nations
Forever fighting to improve their lives on reservations

Your career has been just like a hurriucane
I've faithfully supported your just campaign
Struggling to make this a safer, healthier planet
You've entertained us all by being a great poet

IS THAT YOU BRENDA?

Wanted to hold you in my arms
As the Café Sans Murs band played
You never heard my words whispered Brenda
Because decades ago you turned me away

I saw you this month
Out on fifth avenue in Lachine
I would pay to read your mind Brenda
To solve the mystery of Brenda Durocher

So tell me what do I see
When I see your Shania Twain eyes
Is that you Lachine Canal Brenda
Or just a mirage in my mind……mirage in my mind

I heard Mark Durocher call your name
Madworld in '72 was playing at the Point club
I would forever remember your name Brenda
Even though I never gave you a rub

Well I tried so hard Brenda
But I just can't see
What I must have done wrong Brenda
For you then to disregard me

As you looked at me, Brenda
Struggling to do everything right
But it all fell apart
Perhaps I should have put up more of a fight

I'm just a lonely Pointer
At least I still have good health
I want to know if it's me you don't trust
Because I know I can trust myself

You've played the loving woman
I never got to be your faithful man
I never got to hold the palm of your hand
Decades lost as if only grains of sand

You stood at the altar
For forty one years your future was bright
But had I the chance, maybe Brenda
It could have been with me

So now when you look at me
You better look hard and look twice
Is that me, Brenda?
Or just a mirage in your mind… mirage in your mind

Bruce Springfield-Is that you? Revised.

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