Best Angsthappy Poems
Oh Happy Day
Financial crisis
the Dj's sold out to the man
oh happy day on the radio
collective karma is the God they believe in
while Mammon teaches his machines to use phones
bill collectors and spam salesmen are calling
voices without souls
equity
and the bank wants to foreclose
billions of dollars for a bail out
and where the hell did it go
all of the really big spenders know
I guess they needed some of our tax money to blow
government programs, Ha!
just try to get some help or some info
and you'll find some scam artist ready to rip you off
or some over priced attorney
that just wants to take your money and laugh
as he drives away to go play golf
and your losing your home
yeah, your losing your home
and don't you want to put a bullet into somebody’s brain
who are ya gonna blame
two wrongs might not make it right
but it'll make a pretty good flame
try to make amends
there's no one to talk to at the bank
sorry, our mortgage department is in another state
just call this number then
press one for a circle jerk hot potato maze
the machines are in charge these days
and their's no mercy built in to their programs
but some of them do have names
I guess their programmers try to make them human
ice cold humans
ice cold humans
they think you and your money are the same
go on and take humanity out of the humans
their icy cold hearts dwell in the dark anyway
while the machines chew us up
just like a hammer headed shark
dive dive dive
let's see how low we can go
dive dive dive
these days lawyers are thugs
and nobody cares and everybody knows
and we're the greatest nation
oh play oh happy day
for me just one more time
there's no fear of God or compassion anymore
and I am just a poet
in the year 2009
terrorism war code message
open window of oppurtunity
could be them could be you
doesnt matter
stalking choas with these old shoes
soo many words theyve removed
cant say no
this is not allowed
and the peace is gone
and here i am letting it die
wgat did we replace it with
an sos
a do it to yourself
a blank and white conspiracy
a set up to blackmail society
where no opne cares
the television of happy americans
never sees the suffering canadian going to bed hungry
but im the one letting it die
never thinking of you
empathetic
insignificant
dancing in the quicksand
dont you know your locked in a place they never find
musings of stalking chaos
old woman of importance
or vip for the moment
not the martyr but ill be the victom again
interrupted again
left shoe untied
tripping
falling
traces of laces
what can i say
when you took it all away
what were you trying to say
crime scene of the things you never truly meant
the ways you sold yourself to pay the rent
the things you couldnt say
the way to replace the slide
nevermind anything
theyre just scrambling the war message code
and im the man in the middle
far from humble
ready to tear your face off with this spade
and shovel
shovel shovel
another life lesson from the deck of conspirituality
whisper this
and scream that
see if anyone notices this
be the oxymoron of dont do this but practice that
churches and maffia hand in hand
listen to me as i do it backwards
never mind what i dont understand
its all a blur
are you after satisfaction
i doubt youll get your happy ending
im not surrendering
im dead ending deathwish september
read the lettter
redrum always tasted better
scrambled eggs for supper
forgetfull thanksgiving and the cake ate you yesterday
That Fourth of July will always be
Embedded in my memory.
It started as many had been before
With happy plans and fun in store.
Our children then were almost grown
Each one had outings of his/her own.
Just one final office job to do
And then a day of just we two.
I left the house in full good cheer
Leaving behind those held most dear.
Engrossed in work, I was alone
Until the jangling of the phone.
That one short call would change my life
A widow now, not a happy wife.
So now you know the reason why
I often cry on the Fourth of July.
By: Joyce