Mark Woods Poet Rhyme

Damn You Bastards With Water

Dam you bastards with water; I think you all are coots
While I watch the weather everyday and plead for rain filled fronts
I’m not some greedy bastard, which wants to grow more grass
I need my stock to have a drink, and save their thirsty ****

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some greenie, with an axe to grind
In many areas our futures, are unbelievably intertwined
But for god sake, sit back and think, just how lucky that you are
Because all that water that you waste, well some comes from my jar.

I can’t but help, smile a wry grin, when the irrigation stops
As the whinging starts, about the loss in cash, as profit production drops
Your stock still have water, to pour straight down their throats
Water troughs filled to the brim, not erectile dysfunction floats

I see your places from the hill, circles of dark green crops and grass
Metal robots, pissing water, creatures born of greed; I have to sigh alas
There’s more to farming than factory farms and copious quantities of water
Deciding on paper, which animals must go, on the truck to slaughter.

So please forgive me when I wish on you, pestilence and misery
May your cereals wilt, stock get the shits, and your profits become history
I’m not some greedy bastard, of extra dry matter I have no need
If my stock just had clean water to drink, from my anxiety I’d be freed

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Vladislav Raven January 6, 2016 at 2:52 PM Brilliant Mark and you say what you feel, doing it in poetic form and straight to the point. It is strange the way things are, some can do what they like with the water while you lose stock if you don't have enough. Well, poetry is for making a point and you made yours for sure Mark. Just tell it as it is....Vladislav. Mark Woods January 8, 2016 at 3:07 PM Some of my better writes are when I just spill out onto the page.A a couple of my poems which I won't post here because they only significant geographically, seem like a tidal wave of feeling. Thank you for the visit.

Robert Lindley October 3, 2015 at 2:31 PM My friend, you will give yourself an ulcer holding back and keeping bottled up your true feelings! Next time tell us what you really think....lol Great poem expressing frustration and anger at others massive greed.... A7

Robert Lindley October 3, 2015 at 2:31 PM My friend, you will give yourself an ulcer holding back and keeping bottled up your true feelings! Next time tell us what you really think....lol Great poem expressing frustration and anger at others massive greed.... A7 Mark Woods October 3, 2015 at 3:09 PM This was a poem I wrote last year, while we were in a massive drought. Emotions aren't something I necessarily express that well, but they hit the page damn hard the day I wrote this!

CayCay Godwin September 25, 2015 at 12:01 PM Your frustration is universal, I think ... need meets greed. Very well written and relevant ... CayCay Mark Woods September 25, 2015 at 6:10 PM One of my friends once said to me that people may enjoy my raw in your face writing after I wrote a poem about animal activism (no good to post here).

Ivor Davies August 9, 2015 at 4:58 PM Brilliant poetry Mark and not shy to make a point..... Ivor