"Made In China"
They can have my money
If it saves me money
The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read
"MADE IN CHINA"
The cheap material on my back, the shoes I wore.
How easily they faded and tore
However, I enjoyed their hands
The Tags on my rags;
"MADE IN CHINA"
The car I own saves money on gas
A tiny Honda Civic, takes me everywhere
I love my sweet silver car
"Manufactured in China"
The never been used--Made in the USA--cookware I own,
Says, I don't work hard at all:)
Yummy to Chinese all you can eat take Outs
Thank you China for being part of this world
Thank you China, for making this world a part of yours.
MADE IN CHINA
Shipped easily in a box
Copyright © SKAT A
Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:
I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of
And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a chartreuse neck tie
can see the long wet streaks
across the cherry plane.
a sequence of interrogatives
common to the bored walls
of serious conference,
evoking tone inflection
in the pattern of polite.
Darest I mention truth?
I am your whore;
infect me with smug integrity,
smack me with false prophet leadership,
just leave some crisp bills
on the nightstand, sugar.
Yet my voice models his wavelength,
relaying back the catchy tired language
of one hit wonders;
from the man who owns a chartreuse tie.
awards a loaf of Wonder bread,
and a two bedroom lower.
Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske
everyone wants to climb the ladder
success is at the top
rewards await those who make the climb
Steady progress is all it takes
sacrifices along the way
no time for kids or friends
working and working with a little luck
and soon you are at the top
the view from there is great to see
with perks and power to spare
then, one day, the climb is over
and the move back down has begun
the downward climb has a different feel
your thoughts are different now
you don't want to go all the way down
the Mercedes might have to go
you look for a place to step off now
where a comfort level lies
one important thing stands out to you
to be happy the rest of your life
you dont need the county clubs
four cars in the garage
just your family around to keep
with no traffic jams or conference calls
a nice warm bed to lay your head
three meals to keep you full
a quiet place to sit and swing
and a dog to pat on the head
the corporate world is now far away
I have all that I need right here
my love's brought me some cold iced tea
I will drink, take a nap and smile
Copyright © john matthews
Warlock of Poetry!
your move will turn you into shamrock!
That girl will beat you down
and when you beg for her to stop
the only thing she'll do
is kick dirt in your face
She will kill all your hope
for ever claiming the title of slam champ
and she WILL have you bow to her
as she has done to many
just do what the rest of them do
Run the hell away!
Failure is the only option
of which you survive...
Man, your poetry is "odd"
It's plot is non-exsistant
and your game is un-played
your lust is the only fire you command
and everything else is just wrong
dude, she's going to win...
and if you even think of slamming me
you will be thrown aside
like love letter drafts
in the trash basket
so chill out
and don't get killed
you my warlock friend
are going down!
Copyright © Ryan Emerald
This life has been but a carnival
Ride within many ways its circus
Amid silent reels; crimson hues...
Surreal it would seem if it were
Yet only a dream; these scenes
Of looney tooney and howdy duty
At, the seaside spaghetti house...
..."Red Roses and Wine"
Copyright © sarah seraphin
Temperature's hovering at 103
Very much too hot for me,
A/C busted, that's
plain to see...
What can I do, let's see....
Stuck in the middle,
The owners just piddle
All I need is a sad fiddle
To accompany my misery
I didn't break it, this I swear,
And should some say so
They'd better take care,
I have my Panzer grenadieres
On full alert,
And it won't be waterguns
That they will squirt
So get a fan, take a cold bath,
Sleep on your patio,
Don't incur my wrath
Take a chill pill.....
Take two or three,
We'll get it fixed,
This I will see...
Not fun being the manager
Responsibility for everything,
Authority to do nothing,
Frustrations build quick,
Can make one quite sick
But, this too shall pass,
Another challenge will
take it's place
Cause this just is an
Copyright © tom bell
he was so professional she was so mean he was completely subservient to her
she was so unclean together they licked the platter clean when money ruled the
earth it seemed to be a certain fact that people are at lack to have a say when
money ruled the day the people suffered and cried bread some found in trash the
poor man cries his cries reminds me of inky flotsam and she was seldom seen
they rule the inner sanctum as they scream and scream they torture freedom and
hide the caviar underneath the cavernous pillow they munch on nothing much
they tweed they maw they fight the ignoramus they eat the bread of queen and
kingly night repast a fraction of the cost at last a brand new management to bring
ungodly gain a checkmark and a balancement the answer lies in forty paces forty
winks the desert beckons the cactus drinks the muck puddle lies with flies and
flying things to dissipate slowly now in winter grace as angels wing in air.
Copyright © charles hice
I was thinking today
That in itself
Is a very scary thought
About all the people who
Through our lives
Some of these people
Without any doubt
Are just people we want something from
People who want something from us
And once that need is gone
So are they
Then there are other people
That we know forever
But wish we had never met
And lets not forget
The ones we only met once
Wish we would know forever
But never see again
Well this isn’t about any of them
This is about
We loved and lost
But never should have
Please know that the love I’m speaking of is friendship
Our friends define who we are
More than anything else
My best friend and I
In now on 15 years
In all honesty
That is my fault
It is also one of the worse mistakes
That I ever made
I was so hurt
The hurt brought anger
The anger brought action
And it all happened so fast
Soon as I did it, I felt so ashamed
I think his father could see that in my eyes
The whole family was a part of my heart
Dennis was my best friend
Judy was my girlfriend
Kristin, Jeffery & Haley were my step-kids
Dale was my younger brother
Jack & Joy were Mom & Dad
We had all known each other
Since I was knee high
I learned a valuable lesson that day
I learned that no matter how strong love is
How many years of foundation it may have
Addiction will destroy it
--- It’s the nature of the business ---
Copyright © Michael Jordan
While bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
Have once again freshly scared and maimed
Where once grew trees and grass and meadows free
Is now an earth, encased by concrete seas
Now engines roar, and drown out echoed glee
Where ghosts of children played their summer games
Forced to leave their childhood memories
In trenched out holes, in broken trees
The big top guns...ravage earth, then run
The dinosaurs raise their iron heads
Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass
As gophers rampaging through his halls
Forcing nature's giants to their knees
Place by place the disappearance of the land
And while the green world our grandfathers knew
Is gone in days, with every oak that falls
When this new invading presense is someday done
Has had his fill of dollar bills, then abandons one and all..
Who will mourn, who will recall?
Copyright © Carrie Richards
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too
Copyright © Smail Poems
(Show me the funny, part two)
Are you a Lesbian?
Did you major in the art of female anatomy and minor in multiple orgasms?
Do you know all seven erogenous zones like the back of your hand?
Then you may qualify as a Vagenius!
But don't get too cocky now
Just because you studied doesn't mean you'll do well on the test.
I've met so many people who can talk game but can't deliver.
I can't tell you how many times I've had to fake it just so I could finish the dishes instead.
Throw some moves at me!
Take my clothes off with your teeth.
Turn me the **** on!
Now you may be thinking that you can pass the test but please hold your horses because I've only met one Vagenius in my life. (Point to yourself)
I'm not going to go to the Adam and Eve store just so you can grunt loud and thrust hard while I don't feel a thing, I'll save the crotchless panties and lingerie for my vibrator.
And no you can't use a cock ring so that you'll have more time to try to make me cum.
And please don't get all sentimental and touchy feely about it. This is a test, you’re not trying to convince me to be your girlfriend. Save the kisses for the wife.
So come into my bed and I'll tell you if you’re a true Vagenius.
Copyright © Katie Pukash
Monkeys were never us;
our entrance is more than theory.
I came standing erect and complete.
The dust was to indulge (except of the tree)
in the place provided, where the voice walked
in the cool of the day.
Leopards and lambs,
like Puppy Yellow
and the calico moving balls of yarn;
the fallen, like a snake,
wooed the woman that queried
and she went away towing her husband.
I am out of character, image,
likeness of the Divine
whose flood sculpted mountains and isles,
there, dividing men
and painted them
in new colors with freezing fingers.
Sasquatch, your blurred trace,
speaks loud of the instrument now used.
Of me Ibrahim was assured.
The pyramids are mathematics the God teaches;
their wisdom raised the boulders
(the two Gods that share the Spirit).
I mosey through a sea to be here;
this point where they are history?
Monkeys were never us. If so,
who limits the fruition? I still see them
I am Enoch walking with him,
lodging far afield the daughters of men.
I occur with an enormous bang
far superior to a hypothesis.
Copyright © Earle Brown
She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a Battle Babe, no chance her style fades, she got genius in spades,
covert clout leavin you shamed with sheer doubt, livin to learn her upshot ways,
offend ya with a biting wit, pen ya witha whip whetted on the blood of your best days,
love ya like a lionized legionare, waste ya like a puny prisoner pinned against her spiked legs,
wicked wrath and affectionate genuflection the perfection of the Battle Babe's barbarous pathways,
the Patron Poetess of the Lady Ink Crew not fearin you, not hatin you,
she's just beatin every ounce of you
You say she's crazy, lazy and hastey
some sort of Prima Donna in distress lost in lunacy pastey,
but this is simply a rumor reflected from your own filthy and phony majesty,
she prepares for battle settled and seasoned
like a lioness in love with the last hour of hunger
quiet and confident, instincts infallible in Society's saddistic scramble,
pupils green aglow, piercing the pale lies of this business' infatuation with profit's ramble,
the salt of twilight stings her senses, your stunted reaction she will savor
thoughts of your company falling from her K-9's kill of what was once friendship once reasoned,
she will annihilate facts in the false traffic of your tabulated fantasy,
she will destroy you for assuming truth in sunshine made from touted travesty -
Copyright © Justin Bordner
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Copyright © Bj Fard
I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
It will all be okay!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin
The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners,
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
We die of ADHD.
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.
Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt
Care and understanding and understanding of
honoring a position is mutual respect. Considering not lacking or pertaining
to a higher intelligence to a handler to hinder of confidence
and surrender bold but not daring. Conception.
To uphold onset and offset of idealism.
Pertaining to what a man’s word is.
And my word is my word, either be verbally or signed on a dotted line,
it is a done deal. Memo to self:
To self description may it be action or will it be of characteristics of a man
own deed defining ego or detain by estrogen to mean to find but to up
hold the concept of the power of authority.
Surrendering to mutual respect. To consume the question,
how does one man handle good business?
To credit not the owner but yet the brand.
But to install the fundamental values of success and creating.
To uphold the right of the company and its brand.
For the better of the workforce, put not of self but the right
of the brand itself is a true understanding of a typhoon of
Found it in many of cloth of becoming the name and brand,
a compound with of interest transcend to the peacemaker
hand cuts trends to find better quality of affection of higher existing of deed
of grade and pay and entitlement of age.
Consisting of belief of quality of good business,
withholding of perch of understanding of class
but that of a gentlemen attire. What does one consider his self of position of leave?
Trust and believe were started such compassion and tone
and defer of outcome of a deed. Consider what I speak, humble of sue,
and time of a situation. How to understand great work that makes great effort.
Now giving good time and good faith in the blessings of god,
I write such a memo to myself.
If indeed, put in position, for corporate or franchise,
may I remind myself the feeling of unemployment, the status quo,
to trend or respect to employees of employed to know what is
May this be the rule of engagements of what I consist
of good standards of good business.
Copyright © Louis Borgo
Bad bosses wear the same clothes every day
Some of them are called Bob or Bill or Kathy
They smell funny and cry for mommy
Never shake hands with them
You don’t know where their thumbs have been
Bad bosses hate employees who want wages
They kick their dogs and friends
Legends in their minds; they beat their wives
My boss is six feet tall
All of it is penis
Bosses look me up and down
Waiting for me to turn around
They want me to bend over and crack a smile
There must be a factory somewhere out there
That manufactures these freaks of nature
Vaseline does not come with the pay check
When they are done with me
I don’t even get a kiss or cigarette
Copyright © Earl Schumacker
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive
Time to infuse the aroma
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances
Copyright © Bhavna khemlani
The butterfly flutters by—
It’s the symbol of our Company.
That logo’s on my bus so high,
Where clients ride so comfortably.
That noted fluttering butterfly
Is a noble Pacific Monarch;
You can sometimes see it cruising by
The Monterey Peninsula, light or dark.
You’ll see my bus parked by fine hotels,
Classy wineries, the Monterey Aquarium,
Beneath the Carmel Mission bells,
Or in Pebble for the A. T. and T. Pro-Am.
The butterfly flutters by—
And in case you didn’t know it,
The driver that waves as he flies by
Also happens to be this poet.*
*The driver has been working part time since 2007 for
Pacific Monarch Ltd., which is headquartered in Marina,
California. The buses are navy blue with a white butterfly
logo. The author has written many songs and poems
while waiting in his bus between runs.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday
Numbers Count On Themselves
3’s make love in the open
Twist with trees that turn from Winter
Count on music to reveal Spring
Several 7’s take lessons on how to Jitterbug
They disco with 6’s by the river to keep in step
Zero’s boat house is open for business
Even ants look for action
Reason to leave the house
4’s step in with them
For the common good
For hours at a time, for whiskey and a song
The audience breaks into applause
8’s broke into fractions on the floor (Which is against the law)
7’s did illegal sambas (Knowing it was wrong)
Cops stepped in to stop this numbers game
Questionable digits and their issues are cause for inquisitions
Zero, the owner of the boat house business
Had no power in this matter
8’s and 7’s, embarrassed, reduced by more demotion
Showed no emotion as they left the show
Taken off to jail for infractions of the fraction code
There is nothing wrong with any number
They all wish to rise above themselves
To make a better future for their children
Who start out like 1’s like everyone else
Zero never had a business plan or house
When he started out
We all began as little 1’s without a clue
Counting on ourselves to get us through
I guess you could say that is a plus
The calculus of us
Copyright © Earl Schumacker
I would build a center for learning,
Working title: Community Wellspring
Where people would come to learn new skills and new ways
To earn a living in these times.
No one’s job lasts forever anymore.
We have no idea what happened to or what will happen to our monetary system.
As the saying goes,
When one door closes, another opens.
If we are to transcend economic devastation and collapse,
Affecting everyone everywhere,
We must learn new and different ways to sustain ourselves,
We must gather together in mutually supportive communities,
Kind of like here at Poetry Soup, only different.
No longer can we keep our cards
held close to our chest
lest someone guess
our next play
and block our way.
It’s no longer about competition
and who has the most toys wins.
The first step to any viable endeavor is cooperation
And viewing our contribution through a different lens.
Today there are more resources, more opportunities
Than our parents & grandparents could ever have imagined
Or even get their heads around.
But changing directions requires a major paradigm shift,
A cultural transformation of consciousness
From being dependent on the job
To creating the job & the life that we want to live
From a place of strength, not desperation,
From a place of joy in service, not obligation.
Here at Community Wellspring, we would teach
Internet marketing, affiliate marketing, network marketing,
Independent distribution, selling on eBay and Craigslist,
Explore the ins and outs of importing and exporting through Alibaba
Learn currency trading and form investment groups
We’d learn to become adept at building websites,
And using all the tools that have emerged
For operating and navigating in this new world.
No matter what their day job might be,
Everyone would develop and maintain multiple streams of revenue.
It would become the new 401K
the new social security
the new investment vehicle
What’s in your revenue stream portfolio?
We would have networking parties and events
Where we would all practice giving our presentations
In a safe, supportive environment,
Where cross-selling was not only allowed but encouraged.
We would have board game events playing learning games
Like Robert Kiyosaki’s Cashflow 101 and 202
and others of like kind and like mind.
There are few, if any, centers for learning this new integrated business model,
This center would become, could become exactly that.
If my dream could come true…
Community Wellspring would become a reality.
Copyright © Linda Witt-King
The habit mind
Is the holocaust
Of technology automating
For the slavery of time
And poverty of creation
Copyright © Justin Debrosse
Shadows proned in pierced dark desolation
She waited for me on that day
A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray
There was a rich love I used to know
At bitter silence by which to go...
The interpretation of a dream,
No need for silence no mere solace scene
Never leaving your poor heart alone
As with a rod that Moses felt,
From a distance the sound of wild feathers
A whole host of words that were whispered;
As if you haven't already heard
In bitter silence we become unshackled
From the bitter place with cold egos glaze
The she suddenly spread her wingas on windows peak;
The cold chill sends a rage down spine.
Copyright © Mario Vitale
It is mid-week again,
and the incremental fines
imposed upon the clock
toll as a bell ringing down.
There is slippage in these transactions
that cannot be undone,
while yesterdays glories
are traded for tomorrow's guilt.
The markets tick along
accumulating matter and wealth.
The traders eat it up
then spew it from their faces.
Traffic is turning corners down the way
avoiding vicissitudes and man-hole covers.
They flirt with fate
Like a time machine gone awry.
Some sad story on the news
is blinking back a gush of tears.
Some will live; some will die,
But all go hungry for a lie.
Copyright © Bill Yates
It is always after days like this one,
of a kind of proverbial snake chasing
its tail, its form flawless, its strength in
numbers of its friends all rolling together
carrying me to the end of a long day,
the end being where I started, just as
dark, my breath as clear on the concrete
platform as it was twelve hours before,
my insides still a Colombian neck tie.
But I am still one hour and at least two
languages away from there, here in the
bar car, my head against the stretch window
as the Norman countryside smears by at
200 kph, a drop of casis stirring towards a
mandarin horizon fuller than my plastic cup of scotch,
tilting with each banking of the train only to
level out sharply seconds later, the minimum
time required - I suspect - for the stubbly
driver to refresh his senses with a good chuckle,
which would surely be more
frequent if they let me ride up there with him,
playing "I Spy" with our eyes closed,
testing the emergency brake and
scaring cars at crossings with the horn.
Copyright © Darryl Davis
Winning Is Everything
I pace the floors frantically in anticipation for my reward
I know my contest poem is perfect! Perfect you hear me! Perfect!
“NA” is the response I get so I clap my hands and then collapse
Left for hours, weeks and months in my puddle of tears
And I’m not paranoid or worried for a minute, no anxiety, no sir
I told my tick, my twitching eye, my monsters in the dark
Please hold me monsters, hold me to your heart!
Forgive me for doubting your existence
I will never leave you again or the spies on my balcony
They need new equipment and binoculars you see
To see me clearly and my soiled soul
It is a little dirty at this time
I have (NA) on my mind
Maybe next time I’ll rhyme a little better in my poem
And the spirits of poetry will nurture me
With the Soup of truth
If I even get an “HM” I won’t have to cry or die or pay my spies
(They are becoming a liability)
At least I tried
So I rowed on down the river of tears
The river of my misery for years
With my “NA” by my side.... maybe next time
Created on 12/22/14 for “The Contest”- Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Jerry Curtis
Copyright © Earl Schumacker
All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…
Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.
So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-
We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane,
Seizing the day
Because any moment
We could disappear
Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt
THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY
No one worries about morals today
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in
Are the only ones feeling queasy
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money
Any which way
While Using up all of society’s communal resources
The waters are forever bloody as they
Know no fraternity and would gladly
Cannibalize anyone with no influence
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic
In a bullish machismo drenched environment
Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality
They employ better paid lobbyist
So always have the upper hand
In influencing policy
The gravitational attraction of money
Towards another even bigger pot of money
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense
And even decency
Fat cats they all wish to be
The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace
They are champions of graft not of society
Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
When begging for a lighter sentence
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public
Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Who is not David to the goliath that is money
The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich
Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money
Infrastructure and new runways must be built
But not from the pocket of those who wish it
With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient
Disadvantaging society by
Never paying their fair and moral share
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills
Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind
Is never seen for the look forward
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment
The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government
Ensures that self-interest is king
An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply
That is as real as a thief’s conscience
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers
Money must always be made for
There is no alternative
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness
The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity
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