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CASH COW

I was blessed by a golden cash cow
She’s a wonderful friend to me now
For those in the know
She goes with the flow
Here’s my tribute, may she take a bow!

12~27~16

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Solace in the ghetto

As I stared out my project window into the streets were the predators never 
seemed to sleep and the dope heads that kept the neighbors in the private homes on 
pins and needles as they prowled the street, looking for the next cash cow to supply their drug needs. In the alley where we would play baseball during the daytime against the old trash bin, at night it served as the hiding place for the drug boys dope and guns…It’s sometimes hardto believe that decent people do live here in this place where I live, but they do. 

I don’t know how? But really they do, I swear. The alleyway was littered with so much broken glass on the ground, sometimes I would pretend that it was diamonds and would dream of running out one morning and picking it all up and then I would be rich like the people who lived in the private homes up on the hill. At night from my window in the summertime I could smell their grills cooking some expensive meat, that seem to overload my sense and make my belly growl in a hopeless thought that I might somehow get to taste it. 

In the distance sirens blare in the middle of the night as the ambulances race to the causalities of the night life. I can still recall those house parties that never seem to end, that’s until the men in blue decided to finally answer the calls and put an end to their night fun, but by that time they were all drunk and doped out or found a mate for the night…as they all spread out onto the side streets like cockroaches when you turn on the light and then shots rang out in the calm distance of the night. People scatter into the night. 

My eyelids are now so heavy I can barely hear my own thoughts inside my head. When all of sudden my door flings open, standing there in the doorway I can make out a shadow, I take a deep breath and continue to play like I’m asleep. Wow, it was only my mother, just checking in on her only investment for her future dream of a doctor or lawyer that would not have to deal with this mess, she shuts my door after seeing that I was okay…as she takes a deep sigh of relief, knowing she could take solace that her child was fast asleep.

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Where I Call Home

Hot Springs is where I live, in Arkansas
The foothills of The Ozark Mountain Range
For centuries the springs were the big draw
As people came in hopes their health would change

"There's healing powers in the heated springs,"
At least that's what the natives used to claim
On Bathhouse Row they'll treat you like a king
Our hospitality brings us great fame

But gambling is the main attraction now
Casino and horse racing at Oaklawn
It has become the city's big cash cow
The money flows each day from dusk til dawn

Should you decide you'd like to come and see
I think the starting gate goes up at three



   December 30 2016
Hot Springs, Arkansas, USA

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free cee IN ALL HONESTY I AM DISHONEST

   IN ALL HONESTY I AM DISHONEST

Many people own what they refer to as a “cash cow”
A farm animal who produces milk to drink and make cheese
Well I am like an aged farmer praying for his last field to plow
And all I have is a cow who consumes cash if you please

Many people eat food that rots them from the inside out
I, however, use substances that rot me from the outside in
With certainty I am doomed by daily diatribes of doubt
The result of my walking side by side with sordidness and sin

Many people reap rewards from being reverent, religious and good
I, on the other hand, am plundered by impiousness and a lack of pity
It’s always been my plan to take advantage of those whom I could
And using fools who are foolish enough to find me oh so very witty

In actuality I’d decline a “a cash cow” for a small semblance of peace
The kind of peace I find only in devastating substances which sustain me
My sordidness is self-evidenced by sins that seldom if ever cease
And even foolish fools finally find the intelligence to disdain me
      © 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~

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Before and After

Each night I groove
Entertain with each move
Dancing on this pole
My assets I extol
 
Sultry and steamy
Men’s eyes so dreamy
Forgetting their wives
They give me fives
 
Clenched in my thong
Money doesn’t last long
I return home each night
Leaving men I excite
 
To find my daughter sleeping
As I begin weeping
I should have learned a trade
That with age wouldn’t fade
 
With dollars from gazers
I try to raise her
But how long can this last?
Only till my prime has passed
 
Though I have income now
My looks?  A cash cow
As I approach thirty
I feel useless and dirty
 
No future in this biz
Make the most of what is
I’ll soon be forced out
We’ll learn to live without
 
Stripping for bucks
Donations they tuck
Until I start to sag
My butt I can wag
 
But tomorrow, who knows
The bloom will leave this rose
We’ll be out on the streets
When sensuality depletes
 
 
*Written for Natalie’s “Burlesque Twist” contest

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Teenagers part 2

My mind is now not in dissaray
It's all there now
my kids don't see me as their cash cow
I made them get all jobs to get the things they need
and to buy the food that their mouths they constantly feed
I now have a little piece of mind and they are learning the value of a dollar
And the value of not hearing mom holler














                                                                This is all fiction

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proven

today it has been proven that our justice system does'nt represent justice. it just 
fixes things the way they want things to be fixed. today a murderer was judged not 
guilty and will soon walk free from the crime that they commited. they may have 
escaped man but they still have to face God. they should have paid man. maybe it 
was an accident with choloraform. but everything else she did added it up to 
murder. today a jury assasinated justice just like james earl ray killed martin luther 
king and just like lee harvey oswald killed john f. kennedy just like john wilkes booth 
killed abraham lincoln and all i can say is et tu brute to our judicial system. i must 
admit the defence did their jobs well but now they know they did it too well because 
the eyes of true Justice will be apon them for their crimes. and so this is how the media planned on how to keep milking this cash cow indefinatly.

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Act of Congress

You're their cup of tea, their bread and butter
A real cash cow, drink straight from your udder

If you want laws passed,be a dentist
They'd rather be your ventriloquist

Bickering over minimum wages
Taking their cues from a criminal's pages

You can't pass go and you can not trespass
Unless you are a member of Congress

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yellow ribbon: in memoriam

pause for a moment of silence
before continuing your day
to bless your lucky stars
that you were born within these 
borders
which increase every day their campaign
to keep others out or to send those back
whom have established families & 
jobs---
some for nearly two decades.

in the same breath we so easily 
forget
that this country was built on the labor produced by a
steady flow of 
immigrants who came here willingly &
by slaves who were dragged here 
against their will
to help the white men who successfully fled
taxation in one empire
to come here, kill off the native population as 
best as they could
& establish a new empire
(even more powerful than the one that they 
left)
in order to fill their pockets,
passing their indestructible wealth down the
line of their descendents for centuries to come.

after plowing down all in their paths in order to
make it to the other coast of this new found
cash cow---
leaving nothing but blankets bearing small pox,
dead buffalo & dead native americans all along the
way,
the empire found need to expand beyond our borders
& to confiscate all the resources that they could---
over land & all bodies of water
they trudged on,
speaking loudly
& carrying a big big stick
slamming it down upon the heads of all who 
resisted---as well as those that didn’t.

so while we still exist in this dwindling american
age---with china just over the horizon
ready to take up the reins,
it seems appropriate to close our disgusting
first world, celebrity worshipping, fashion 
fanatical, complacent, increasingly illiterate, 
& sedentary 
mouths,
and to remember the stolen lives of the
civilians
(whose number is always kept from 
us---always estimated & scant at best)---
those that once resided in 
the countries with whom we have most recently
been slamming the empire’s billy club down upon,
tirelessly & without any notion that an end of our
torturous beating frenzy
is in the near future.

tie a yellow ribbon
round that tree
for the
between
125,421 &
240,000
Iraqi civilians who have been killed so far,
as a result of the united states invasion “beginning” in
2003.

tie another for those
dropping like flies in our new
vietnam---
anywhere between 9,000 & 
27,000 are supposed to have been
killed so far, in the current
Afghanistan debacle.  

in this century, if you are a 
budding
young 
capitalist---
best to invest in yellow ribbon,
it is most certainly a safe bet.

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Why I'm still single

I think I've been left with the best of the rest,
The vague and the odd and the strange,
I can't make the effort to now look my best,
As I'm scared I'll attract the deranged.

There's the ones who just cry, the slushy, the weak,
and the ones who just use and discard,
Some can be kinky, or flaky, a freak,
and there's those who get off in the yard,

the usual ones just get right on my nerve,
and then there's the marry me now.
It seems I can always attract the reserve.
Or the ones who just want a cash-cow.

If you ask why I'm single the answer is clear,
I'm a magnet for all the crazy,
I'll get the ones on the drugs or the beer,
Or there sure to be fat and lazy.

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Remembering Atari - Part 1

(Unsigned, Sealed, and Delivered)

Part 1:
Oh I worked several years at Atari (1)
Always thinking, "It's too good to last,"
Bushnell's (2) leaving - hand writing on rampart -
Though momentum would carry us past.

Nolan's (2) vision was not all that perfect,
VCS (3) up to roof day I joined,
But then critical mass was accomplished,
Nolan screwed, and Atari purloined.

Nolan's loss viewed by most as quite tragic,
But the bean-counters quickly took charge
And though remnants remained of old culture,
New unfortunate seeds loomed quite large.

Like one time at a company picnic,
With a beautiful girl by my side
Ray Kassar (4) introduced himself firmly,
And he wanted to give me a ride.

Ray's experience mostly was garments,
But his management style seemed too tame,
For to handle unruly designers,
He would need to be "Master of Game."

But Atari was poisoned by money,
And in death throes was free-falling up,
Lining pockets of sycophant beggars
Whose main talent, the art of the cup!

It is certainly hard to believe now
But your game's launch won't bring you Champagne,
Though the folks that distribute your product
 Likely treated to week say in Spain!

Game designers considered cheap labor
Not deserving of mention by name,
Though their effort might span year or longer,
Sacrifice not attached to their game. 

Mike Moon's (5) spending of cash flowed like water
Hard to think new 800 (6) would fail.
Soon our campus had grown to five thousand
Management had a cat by the tail.

But wild cats at their best are unruly, 
And their egos not soothed left the ship,
Founding numerous troublesome upstarts,
Whose last vote for Mike Moon was "pink slip."

But new management all failed Atari 
They were trying to save their cash cow,
While ignoring the 800 platform,
Game improvements that it would allow.

Their suggestion, "Compete against Apple!"
Was like calling a Zebra a horse,
And predictions it might win the "Derby,"
All amounted to nothing of course!

So now CDC (7) stars of computing
Began scanning the 800's charms,
What they found was fantastic game platform,
But for business they soon raised alarms.

Well the Wozniak (8) floppy was genius,
And Paul Laughton (9) made Woz (8) hardware sing,
But then neither man worked for Atari,
As it turned out, that meant everything.

Roger Badisher (10) melted when testing
Showed that drive by Atari was flawed
But the business crowd changed one to zero,
Up till then, frankly, all did applaud.

I was there to see friends "raked on hot coals,"
And for Zebra, not horse to be blamed,
This delusional marketing posture
Cast dispersions in hope they weren't named.

Premier game machine served its intention
To strike fear in competitors' heart
Specs then changed post production had started
Blocking game vindication dead smart!

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Perfect Entertainer

Curtin closed, sky is black,
                        The King you know, won’t be back.
Price of fame, made him go insane,
                         To live a life he distained.
Born to be the “Golden cash cow”,
                          Lost childhood, soul sold somehow.
Pushed to be the Perfect Entertainer,
                           Money, money, money, no brain’er
So it came to be, he had his wealth,
                           Lonely soul still sits upon his shelf.
He bought the World, still wasn‘t happy,
                           Just wanted real love from his Pappy.
Scares so deep, he could not sleep,
                           Now his dreams forever he keeps.
Twisted visions always will remain,
                           Of the Perfect Entertainer gone insane.
Owned he was by the people,
                            Perfect Entertainer sits upon pops steeple.
Heart was of a humble lad,
                           Never understood the teachings from his Dad.
Breaking within from all the pressure,
                             Turned to drugs to be his chosen mesher.
World built his image in it’s light,
                             Molded perfection, image too tight.
In a world that isn’t right,
                             He broke the mold of black and white.
Perfect Entertainer gone insane,
                            Will in time they even remember his name.

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Now Hiring


You're rolling in the green right now,
lying naked on a bed of lettuce
Got those nubile maids milking the cash cow,
as you float on tequila dreams,
thinking it's gonna last forever
Money laundering machine
keeps churning out
counterfeit business window dressing
While you sit on your bullet-riddled throne
with a drug kingpin flair
You killed the last man who sat there,
in that blood-red leather chair
Violence consolidated the business,
now everything is in your hands
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of yes servants
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
Who questions a man who sits on a bloody throne
Shop's open is the street song
24/7 traffic all day long
The money flowing in so fast 
has to stay off the books
So you're now hiring
the best accountant cooks
You're now hiring
the best laundromat staffing
Those who know how to launder that money clean,
turn it into legit stock holdings
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of silent, head nodding people
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
No one to tell you
all that money laundering
ain't never gonna wash your sins clean
You never hired no one to tell you the truth ---
that your killing days are numbered,
and your soul ain't bulletproof

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City Of Angels

If, as hippy folklore claims, it never rains in California,
Then the watermark is never washed out of the phoney cheque,
And when you’re dead and gone there’ll be no one here to mourn ya
For it was only God above urinating down your neck.
Carbon monoxide inhalation, it’s said, is pretty good for you,
So quit that forty a day habit, baby, move it with the flow;
Auto-suicide will wend its merry way and turn you blue,
So wrap your ruby red ones  ‘round a tail pipe instead and blow.

Handprints down at Graumans, stoned celebrity status crested
Of the celluloid long-dead and the many who are soon to be;
My shopping list wants tummy-tucked, liposuction-sculpted, silicon breasted 
Platinum blonde-haired bimbos who are certified free of H.I.V.
The boardwalk stretches like a sunshine catwalk by the sand and sea,
That roller babe looks good enough to eat, this must be heaven,
A junk food, high-cal sex blitz, glitzy steam hammer driven reality,
Her brain and heart aged sixty, yet her body twenty-seven.

Hang loose, chill out in air-conditioned stretch limo deep freezers,
It sure ain’t safe to mosey around alone, so don’t take chances;
And the infrared sun might fry your cheek to cancer and bejeezus,
Tough to keep your tongue in it, then, under the circumstances.
At night the stars reveal themselves, yet don’t look to the skies,
Dead super novas are never seen through pollution and stagnation,
Diaz, Hanks, Di-Caprio hold heaven’s wonder in cash cow eyes,
Down here that just about outshines every thing in God’s creation.

Multinational, mega-corporate, Hollywood moguls kick sorry ass,
Bedroom or boardroom these bondage freaks wield Olympian power,
Snorting lines of purest coke, feeding teenage pussy a champagne glass,
A minute on the screen, her life destroyed within an hour.
Gordon Gecko got it wrong, for greed is far from good you see,
Ray Chandler’s quip about this place a compliment and a half - 
You know, the one where he gave this town a paper-cup personality -
Still you’ve gotta laugh, don’t you? Well, don’t you gotta laugh…?

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Shopping at Wal-Mart

Shopping at Wal-Mart

By Elton Camp

Worse economic woes could be in store
So I watch what I spend as never before
And that is now the principal reason why
That our Wal-Mart is where I usually buy

At that place, I find very little I can praise,
Except that it’s true, “Low Prices Always”
And I can even understand the reasons why
Their own store brands they urge me to buy

But if saving money wasn’t any object at all
At a much nicer store I would prefer to call
One that would help me get out to my car
And closer parking so I don’t walk so far

At an establishment where the clerk tries
To help me find what’s in my own size
Where checkout lines don’t reach the wall
And my money is taken without any stall

Where the employees don’t give a blank stare
And about giving good service, show they care
A place where they carry the quality brands
Rather than having mainly the unknown cans

And in a building where I don’t walk a mile
From the entrance to the milk and bread aisle
To a pharmacy where they don’t close for lunch
So they can eat together—the whole bunch

To a business that doesn’t look for a cheater
With a person in the guise of a store greeter
One that beggars at the entrance won’t allow
Who try to milk me like I am some cash cow

As soon as I approach the door, they begin
And when I am trying to leave, do it again
“Please give to the cause near to my heart.
So that doing our new project we can start.”

If I could afford extra money to give away
It sure wouldn’t be costs like that I’d defray
As I drive out of the enormous parking lot
I wish I could afford a better shopping spot

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Hate You Now


I saw the news today

I'd like to know what the hell you're trying

I want to find away

to silence you, and stop all the dying

You think you're above the law

You'll send to die just as many as you want to

Damnedest thing I ever saw

the mess you've made doesn't even seem to daunt you

You spit in our eyes and say
I'm gonna hate you now

because you are more evil than I am

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna hate you now

cause daddy's so proud

and mamma's still crying

and I'm gonna hate you now

cause my God told me to
When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

and what about you my friend

could you please tell me how

How will we find our way

when the God you pray to is a fat cash cow

who'll stand up and say

This has got to end.

but you slap mommas face and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I hate your point of view

I'm gonna kill you now

My daddy's so proud and momma keeps crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause my God told me to.

Manipulation games

and broken promises from long ago

You put out the Lady's' flame

You'll reap what you sew

The children have to pay

Old men, and old women too 

they just get in the way

of the bombs I drop on you

I'm gonna hate you now

because you've always hated me

I'm gonna hate you now

For all the oil that I've bought

I'm gonna hate you now

Cause hate is all I've got

How will you return 

all the lives that you have wasted

watch the babies burn

Say this will keep us free

I wish you'd drink the blood

I wish that I could make you taste it

You've never understood
and you refuse to see
You turn your back on God and say
I'm gonna kill you now

because you are more wicked than I am

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause I don't agree with you

I'm gonna kill you now

cause Daddy's so proud and Mama's still crying

and I'm gonna kill you now

cause killings what I do

When will it ever end

You'd think you would have learned by now

what about you my friend

could you please tell me why

why can't he see the sin

of worshiping that fat cash cow 

just look at the mess we're in

You're killing for a lie

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NOT THE CASH COW BUSINESS

                                             Ups and down is must		
                                         Not the cash cow business 		
                                               Enjoy the life well

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Thanks4giving me reason to write mish mashed gobbledygook

this own lee bro' thar of yars 
   dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste 

soon as he goat back 
   to his domicile nestled and encased
in the bucolic, democratic, 
   and fantastic spit non defaced

woodland partially hydrogenated oils baste
surrounding Highland Manor Apartment our ace
in the hole, whence he i.e. mice elf 
   (Matty Mouse) with threads of gratitude laced

within a feeble attempt 
   to burble, cobble, fiddle, easy as gravy, 
   an insrutable letter placed
in the output queue 

   soon as all 
   the typo O graphical errors erased
and, though struggle to convey love 
   for such an endearing older sister, 

   which digitally squawking, 
   aye did not cut and paste
boot doth admit to allowing, 
   a saucy bit of small potatoes sayest 

   in ma trademark (truemark) 
   stuffing of fluffernutter (that taste)
G---R---R---E---E---A---A---T 
   (courtesy of flaky Tony the corny tiger), 
   which gimmerish aims to waste

juiced spare moments, 
   and tubby direct, earnest and frank
lemme communicate without resorting 
   to caginess, 

   but free roaming thoughts to thank
ye and Rich for welcoming a small group 
   of family and friends 
   to your Woodbury, New Jersey abode, 
page number two:
   
   somewhat near Redbank
to relish the salad days of times gone by, 
   when as kids, 
   we tricked each other with a harmless prank

such as hiding a fuzzy wuzzy Willie, 
   or scaring the other 
   with the molded Creepy People that doth rank
as laughably innocent, these topsy turvy times, 

   when faith no more 
   eroded cameraderie 
   among fellow Americans to tank
especially as the world wide web 

   iz going to fill in the BLANK
thus moments to share 
   a tasty repast did help me to crank
out this artichoked gibberish, 
   which when placed 
   atop pyramid of cranberries sank.
  
as didst this heart of darkness 
   within soul asylum 
   of papa and momma genes
to two beautiful young women 
   re: daughters, whose absence 

   felt as gloomy fiends
similar to the Ogre encountered, 
   when goose that laid golden egg stolen
   by Jack of beanstalk 
   of story book fame as a cash cow means.

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free cee IN ALL HONEST I A DISHONEST

   IN ALL HONESTY I AM DISHONEST

Many people own what they refer to as a “cash cow”
A farm animal who produces milk to drink and make cheese
Well I am like an aged farmer praying for his last field to plow
And all I have is a cow who consumes cash if you please

Many people eat food that rots them from the inside out
I, however, use substances that rot me from the outside in
With certainty I am doomed by daily diatribes of doubt
The result of my walking side by side with sordidness and sin

Many people reap rewards from being reverent, religious and good
I, on the other hand, am plundered by impiousness and a lack of pity
It’s always been my plan to take advantage of those whom I could
And using fools who are foolish enough to find me oh so very witty

In actuality I’d decline a “a cash cow” for a small semblance of peace
The kind of peace I find only in devastating substances which sustain me
My sordidness is self-evidenced by sins that seldom if ever cease
And even foolish fools finally find the intelligence to disdain me
      © 2009…..free cee!

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Me 20 years from now

 Me 20 years from now, oh wow!
Wish I knew if it would be a quick fix, but the future I cant predict
Now past the hills brow, it will be time to make some new vows
Not to mention the pile of conflict, I plan on giving to the deep six

And I might even become a cash cow, if so I will never hold a highbrow
By then I will be 56, and hopefully I'll have a bigger bag of tricks
I will try to find a way somehow, to mend the cracks in my bough

The years will continue to fly by, and in God I will rely
To him I will pray, that he keeps leading the way
His love I cant deny, it puts me high in the sky

The stress at times may weigh, from my path I will not stray
I wont stop to cry, for life goes in the blink of an eye
Well anyways, 20 years is still a ways away
Before things go awry, I must say thanks and goodbye

4/28/2017

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Don't Cage the Net

The internet is a free world
For all to explore
To tweet and snapchat
To tumblr and facebook.

A place where we find all information
Communicate with those far away
No matter how a part they are
With the internet
It's easy as finding a pie recipe.

We live in harmony
With only a little discord
Bu twe all live happy 
In our digital world.

But Greed wants to suppress
Try to turn our world
Into a cash cow 
Restricting freedom
Slow speeds that lead to buffer
Charging to use websites.

We the users will not stand for it
For this tyranny of greed
To extend it's iron fist
Upon the digital land.

We will stand united
With those who want to oppress
This beautiful digital world
That connects all

We won't let you 
cage the internet
Like a wild beast
For it's majestic wings
Deserve to be free
Now and forever.

The digital world
Is our home from reality
Our means to communicate
Our way to seek knowledge
We won't let you
Stripe us of our rights

We will not take net neutrality
It is the ying and yang
That keeps the balance
You remove it from the equation
You'll throw everything out of order.

So we stand here 
The whole world
Against your greed
The internet is free
For all to use
Not a tool to fuel 
Your sinful nature.

Net neutrality will remain
As long as we each live and breathe
So don't you dare try to cage the net
The internet is free for all.

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Valentine Dial

Sawdust depths of an ad-man's head
Shines drab light like the dawn of the dead,
Glory of love cast as media tool,
Cash cow dreams in the mind of a fool.
Flogging the donkey, whipping away,
Cardboard chocolates and plastic bouquet,
Missives of tack fired poison darts,
Spiking the targets of lonely hearts.
Cold-cocked commodities, driven hard sell,
Heavenly angels in corporate hell,
Ideals of emotion air-brushed and clean,
Cynical substance, sweet saccharine.
Think for yourselves, crack a wry smile,
Turn off the box with the Valentine dial,
Take out the trash, stand in the sun,
Reflect on the beauty of loving someone.
Candy, cards and flowers are fine,
As are baubles and champagne and red, red wine,
Yet the beauty of love is eternally real,
Being all that a heart needs to know or to feel.

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SANGUINE




Prize peace
Etch ease


Move more
Sense shore


Live light
Be bright


Join joy
Ply ploy


Smart say
Prompt pay


Cash cow
Nice now 


Big break
Swift stake


Cute craft
Dream draft


Meek moods
Grand good


Vouch voice
Prime poise


Reap rest
Zip zest



Leon Enriquez
06 March 2017
Singapore

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Nobody's Bluffing

Have you heard the latest bit of news?
The government can't pick and choose.
Some compromise, but some refuse.
And now the people, again will lose.

The eleventh hour's upon us now.
The one's with power don't know how.
One bends over, one takes a bow.
They milk the system like a cash cow.

I think that it is time for change.
No one thought it'd get this strange.
To wall in our home on the range.
And a prez who looks like he's got mange.

But I digress, I'm getting rude.
Enough is already misconstrued.
No need to drill off shore for crude.
But rather just the facts reviewed.

So in conclusion, it must be said.
The state of the state's run by the fed.
It's all turned grey from blue and red.
It's gotta change or this nation's dead.

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Message Move da Crowd



See da culled herd
moving da wrong way
Headed for da slaughter,
but dey don’t know it
Cash cow bells ringing distracts ‘em,
coin cud lapping 
from da wishing well
keeps dem pigeons perched on a limb
Da broken vow one
Me guess financial fall gon kill a few,
and da ‘fraid patriotic lines
transmission gon ‘lectrocute some too
Dat’s what war party calls tend ta do
Shepherds with guns
leading da cattle on a violent graze
A pain corkscrew cap squeeze
on the lurid turn of a tweet phrase,
got ‘em body bag
mooing drunkenly at da end of daze
Causing a stampede fo’ sho’ ...
killed by the rule flow of da boo mob
Panic pestilence death of staggering numbers
when dey wrong way move da crowd
Someone gotta par’chute da message in,
boot kicking the lies ... spitting
bullet truth Rakim and Eric B proud
Someone gotta spill da ink bleed loud,
change da fatal direction of da crowd