Best Chop And Change Poems
Why are men so frustrating?
Can't someone please tell me!
I've been trying to figure it out
for what seems like an eternity.
Why is it that men
cannot understand a womans thinking?
Sorry to be so sexist
but I expect it's
all that drinking!
I have figured out one thing....
It's why men have more strength,
It is simply just to compensate
for what they lack in length.
Now don't get me wrong,
I love a big strong man,
but only very occasionally
when I can't open a can.
Give me a man
with a high intellect,
give him a mission
of cooking for the family
and see what you will get.
Why is it that men
think they are superior
because they are 'men'.
When this ridiculous theory
has been disproved
time and time again.
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Nagging Women
Why is it,
can you tell me,
why do women moan?....
They do it so much
that I highly expect,
they also do it when they're alone!
Why is it that women
chop and change their mind?
If you see one that doesn't,
well, then you must be blind!
Why is it women
say yes when they mean no?
It's to see how quick
you men are....
if you're quick
or if you're slow.
Why is it women
think all men are wrong?
Because we're on a different
hymn sheet....
They're singing the wrong song!
Why is it for women
that nothing's ever good enough?
The truth is,
that's just rubbish.....
We just like to make it tough.
Why is it that women
are seen as the weaker sex?
It's because men can't
figure us out.....
Because we're so complex.
The sickest branches are easiest to spot,
by the damaged bark and the smell of rot
our shears are poised to trim and cut
the blades are opened and then snapped shut
But some, appear benign and healthy
their disease is sometimes sly and stealthy,
are these the ones that most need pruning,
if one's soul's to get a proper grooming?
A lie that's told to soften the blow
resentments kept by a fragile ego,
love withheld or trust denied,
oh, what's to trim can be hard to decide
No rationales and no self-pity,
no trusted friends, no sub-committees,
a mirror and a cold, bright light
may bring the truth into plain sight
Then chop and change, oh gardener!
With that comes growth, a spirit freer;
a heart that's rid of darkened places
makes life a lighter, gentler space
An understanding of mainstream culture,
no matter if it means all, or null t’yer
they feed off dead souls like a spiritual vulture,
infiltration of cultural capitol, register ya fee,
keeping it pure, so there’s no levy for me,
alienated in individuality, check our collective chi,
domination through mass monopolisation,
the same culture, with a chop and change nation,
screwing every man, woman and child, privatisation.
Feelin I can change this, help me please,
stop them taking the p**s, levying fee’s,
it’s illegal to pay taxes, with mashed up trees,
all our countries are corporations, corrupt,
so are our PERSON’s, a fact although abrupt,
all love lost just look at prenupt-
ual agreement, relationship, another transaction,
collective consciousness, riding with no traction,
we are all lost in action...in the confused faction.
Time to unite and bind, we
maybe supprised at what we find,
we are the deaf, led by the blind,
but never mind, we can open our eyes,
and learn to hear, their end will
never come near, yet we all
bury our heads in fear.
No more, realise your immense
power, learn the law, the
frontline of our war, peaceful
non-cooperation, with their
words we bring them spontaneous
annihilation, this is the freeman
on probation, for his infiltration
and acceptance into gods real nation.
May we collectively be free, and
become the pillars under which
our children will flourish, and
their hearts be kept pure.
One love.
Is this heart break or naivety
Tears have ran into oceans
Heart has broken in two
Sadness overshadowed my heart
And yet I still feel love
Is this heartbreak or silliness
Words have hurt
Emotions saddened
Thoughts tangled
And yet I still love
Is this heartbreak or stupidity
My trust shaken
My belief torn apart
My hope burned
And yet I still love
Is this heartbreak or obsession
Me the last priority
Words that chop and change
Promises left in the air
And yet I still love
Words I believed
Trust you broke
Hope you diminished
And yet in all this sadness you have caused
I am the one who feels guilty
I am the one who feels wasn't enough
You always said you wanted
Wanted to be my best and worst
Here's to your happy ending
Empty pages glare at me
Bright white sheets stare back mockingly
Snuggled away in my den
Thinking constantly about what to pen
Hoping a good idea would pop into my head
Useless ideas pop up instead
Just static in my mind, drawing a blank
Running on fumes from an empty tank
A slight glimmer, an idea seems to sprout
Eureka! My mind seems to shout
I start to write down, feel a little tense
I look down at my work, it doesn’t make sense
Have to twist and turn a sentence here and a word
Like trying to coral a unruly herd
Now I am ready to commence
The words start flowing like a flood
As if a flower is starting to bud
I scribble away, for what seems like hours
Until I have lines of rhymes soaring like towers
Pleased with what I have? No just yet
Have to leave it alone, the paint is still wet
I come back days later, and read what I have penned
A few mistakes, sounds weird, it’s not the end
Chop and change, add new lines here and there
Exaggerate some words and add a little flair
Now it is ready for all to see
Hope it is good, for the people will judge
Post after post
Chop and change
Tweak this a little
Blow this one up
Blur that line out
Upload this concept
Send it out
Another slur gone viral
Stop. Breathe. Check my status.
1 million views.
Success.
I’m relevant.
This is ‘the new norm’.
Born from a broken culture.
A virus that beat the system.
Broken networks
A trashed connection
Where will you be when they cut that extension?
Snip snip
The power’s out
Cut cut
Our time is up.
Race Wars
Gender Wars
Hate Wars
Just enough camouflage
Just enough discretion
And you’ll be sucked up
Consumed by all these lies you live by.
Tell me what will it take
For you to wake up
And realise that all this time
You’ve been standing in line
While the potter shapes you
with the clay made of that you sacrifice.
Shapes you and breaks you
This damned ballet.
I’ve had enough
I’m sick of watching this dance.
WAKE UP!
Smell that cheap perfume
wrapped in crystal and style.
WAKE UP!
Throw away that cancer candy
That placebo prescription
Those spoils and plunder
Wake up.
It may already be too late.
We’ve been this way so long.
But wake up all the same.
You’re behind the times
And it is time to see
That you’ve been
BLIND.