Best Corporate Poems
I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far, I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life.
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind remains only
a fragment of intellect,
my musing will never make poem of the day
when my world one of such simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes from all walks of life
programmed as corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of dreams,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Corporate Greed
Corporate greed has turn the tides
White collar thieves are on the rise.
Bail out pleas for companies on their knees,
economic meltdowns caused by Ponzi schemes .
Investors now in total confusion, after realizing
they'd chased riches illusions.
Mortgage collapse, first blamed on the poor,
lies and greed perpetrated by corporate whores,
constantly scamming for more and more.
Financial calamity, brought on by greedy insanity
banks running on blanks.
whistle-blowers got frank,
sophisticated criminals jetting off with pals ,
at times treating hard-working employees less than
their animals.
Off to prison they should all go , just like anyone else
that steal that much dough.
Corporate greed is on the rise , check your investments
and be wise.
Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate,
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,
it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war & dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,
an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce,
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -
J.A.B. Copyright 2012
This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -
When does the day end?
Do we know when it starts?
Is it the rising and setting of the sun?
Doesn’t feel that way in corporate America.
It feels like we must follow the sun.
Across the continents, around the world
Never stopping
For capitalism must go on
Money is being lost and made
On the backs of the middle class
Why do we put up with it?
Because we know no other way
Our Mother’s and Father’s before toiled
In the sun
Now we think that a computer makes us smart
It’s a high tech mule team
And we are just scratching out a living
They mine the data and sell it back to us
No better than the Joads
No lesser than a work camp
The only difference is we don’t have to migrate
To pick the fruit
You can work from home
Gee, I wonder who thought up that idea?
It certainly wasn’t you or me
Work after the five o’clock bell
What a concept to make our lives hell
I won’t do it
You shouldn’t do it
But if you do then you have bought into
A lie.
if you want us to hit all those targets each day
to hell with ice breakers pie charts and role play.
if you think we should 'focus' and fall into line
quit stealing our watches to tell us the time.
if you see us nod silently during your 'show'
just know we'll forget what's been said when we go.
if you make it appear we've devised your new rules
we'll simply remember you took us for fools.
look, if you want us to work in the ways that you've said
what's wrong with a 'please' and a 'thank you' instead?
Each day I go to work to graze at my desk,
I pass many a sullen cow grazing in the field.
They have ropes around their necks that bind
them to a peg,
And I a tie around my neck to bind me to my desk.
Through my large office window, I see calves torn
from their mothers:
Farmer wants their milk, and their milk he will have.
Through the door across the floor, I see my kids
turned away:
Boss milks my time and energy, and not a pint will
he share.
That's why my kids cry each day I leave for work:
'Tis the pain of knowing that when that night
Boss drops me home, all he'll drop are drops of me.
O lord, that's all they can have, my poor little kids:
drops of my energy, drops of my time—drops of me!
When the president said ‘misunderestimated’
Everybody wondered, ‘was he ever educated’
But I forgive him that, for the thing that makes me ‘EEK!’
Is the mad proliferation of Corporation Speak…
For thirteen years a desk paid my rent
As I gave a hundred and ten percent
While progress chasing, the big knobs suggested
I could perhaps be more invested
They said action that
And try blue sky thinking
Let’s square the circle
Cos floating ain’t sinking
So pick it up and run with it
But bring it to the table
And hit the ground running
Don’t smoke in the stable
Scare the ghost
Feel the commotion
Peel the onion
Boil the ocean
If you’re out of the loop
Go punch the puppy
We’ll take it on board
(While I punch the yuppie)
So here’s the game changer
Think outside the box
We need joined up thinking
Heads up, shoot the fox
It’s a no brainer, for it’s got legs
The tastiest coffee still has dregs
So find a window, bump some heads
You can’t make an omelette without cracking eggs
So let’s all sing from the same hymn sheet
For we live in a world full of corporate speak
From Monday through Friday
We come to work - and work and work…
No fun allowed
No smiles, no jokes
It’s a serious job
Our work that we work…
No horsing around
It’s not allowed…
We are corporate robots
And we are proud!!!
Everybody deserves a day off,
even corporate pimps
Let somebody else watch the Madison Avenue whores
advertise their seductive cable street wares
Conscript the company pimp wannabe intern simps
Then issue frequent frequency warnings
to the parents,
telling them to shield the children's eyes ...
But do not attempt,
do not attempt to dilute or disguise
the visual sale messages with clumsy adult lies
Though B of D executives will foreswear otherwise
It's on me ... so take that day off, corporate pimps
Just remember to text the memo
to all the legal department gumshoe limps
Should any dark net pirate intercept
this encrypted communique,
of which their security breaching eyes are not
authorized to read
The strict protocol after being cyber hacked,
is to disavow any disseminated classified company
market philosophy
Nevertheless, let the corporate pimps
enjoy their easily earned day off
in a consumer paid luxury hotel
Surrounded by pretty women dressed very skimp
I always feel hungry
yet I dare not scoff
it may set a precedent.
(“My TV’s begging for Africa again!”)
Yet! I believe I am the fodder
everyone keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
(Not forgetting the analytic “Bull”
upon application!)
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life!
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind will remain only
a fragment of intellect,
my world one of simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes, like corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of a dream,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience!
© Harry J Horsman 1997
Gold is the color in the veins of that ore
and red is the color in the veins of war.
Bankers have bested alchemists of old
and found a way to turn blood into gold.
With a false flag attack invent a foe
to rally the nation around a flagpole.
Then ignite emotions till a vengeance flows
that sends the troops to die in foxholes.
In the business of war you fund foe and friend
with flows of equipment to wars without end.
Allies and enemies, they’re both the same,
destroy and replace is the name of the game.
Equip your armies with bombers and tanks
then deposit the proceeds into the banks.
Blow them all up and when that’s complete
order replacements from the corporate elite.
Those who protest can often be coaxed
to close their eyes and join in the hoax.
Money has power to eradicate proof
and nullify all indisputable truth.
Morals and loyalty have prices and range
that are traded like stocks on an exchange.
As the bribes go up ethics go down
and there’s never a lack of sellers around.
The wealthy think they’re a class of high priests
and the crumbs of their greed are some kind of feast.
They are held in the highest reverence and awe
by those hungry for power and morally poor.
So anxious are some to devour the scraps
they lick up the floor beneath their bootstraps.
There isn’t a lie that they would not eat
to stay in the grace of the corporate elite.
Those who seek justice are told that the law
is a remedy that’s so righteously pure
that it will imprison the vilest of men
to rectify evil committed by them.
Those who believe the rich go to jail
are lost in the pages of a fairy tale.
There’s no happy ending at the close of the book
all chapters are written and penned by the crooks.
The “enemy is” those who threaten the pork
devoured by Wall St. up in New York.
And if you want some bacon to put on your bread
you’d better tear all who oppose them to shreds.
Put boots on the ground with a sky full of drones
to slaughter resistance in the killing zones.
Let oil and blood flood into the streets
for the profit and pleasure of the corporate elite.
In our ever changing world it becomes more difficult
for women to flourish in business, because men view
them as misfits,
They try to deplete their power and
pride with familiarity, treating them as they would their
spouses, acting as if they are insignificant caretakers
of their houses and spawns,
Objects of their desires to be lured and discarded,
for entertainment purposes only,
Women's business accumen is rarely lauded,
The mens' behavior makes women feel inconsequential
and forlorn, causing them to doubt themselves and feel torn,
Intelligence and wisdom are never appreciated,
it threatens the male ego, so cleverness becomes
understated,
The men in corporate America would gladly
bury intelligent women beneath papers,
while they take all the credit and pursue
their capers,
God bless the women who have their own minds
and run interference in the nick of time,
for their deceitful counterparts would have them
looking like hysterical, flirtatious chicks,
discounting their talents and treating them
as if they were uncivilized Hicks.
Give us an arm and a back if you may
We need a thousand units for the contract today
We'll pay you the money though just what you need
We'll take the rest and plant our seeds of greed
We believe in your future and security
We assume you need help through dicipline you see
We hope to make you happy with special treats and such
Although you may have some concerns,to us that don't mean much
We don't care if you're busted up,bleeding bad or dead
All we want is more production and messing with your heads
We greet you with a smile while inside laughing don't you know
We watch you come in full of life and empty when you go
We are a lifetime achievement,yeah,your body and your soul
We will not be satisfied 'till we have full control
We'll treat you all like animals if we choose to do so
We'll even invite an audience to enjoy the show
You won't get very far here except our favorite sons
We only favor dirty knees and noses,big brown ones
Now give us more production and don't give us any gup
or you'll be in deep trouble when you get written up
We just know what we are worth when all is done and said
Come and earn a happy life,heh,enjoy it when you're dead!!!
In the corporate garden
you are always given choices.
In fact, the denizens of the garden
extoll their life of choices.
The choices are of products
and the means by which you buy them.
Shiny lifestyle choice is fixed in aspect,
and on the list, morality, is not an item.
In the corporate garden
you are asked to bite an apple,
and the results, of course, when
you bite you're heaven's double.
In the corporate garden
you'll learn a brand new tongue
to replace your ancient heathen
one that sings your family song.
In the corporate garden
your time will always be filled
to drive out leisure time when
contrary thoughts are formed.
In the corporate garden
you will compete with your
own brothers to win
your corporate goals.
In the corporate garden
community is a banned word,
instead teamwork's enforced when
weaker brothers get the sword.
In the corporate garden
the apple you will bite,
and drive out of the garden
all of those who are not "right"
In our ever changing world it becomes more difficult
for women to flourish in business, because men view
them as misfits,
They try to deplete their power and
pride with familiarity, treating them as they would their
spouses, acting as if they are insignificant caretakers
of their houses and spawns,
Objects of their desires to be lured and discarded,
for entertainment purposes only,
Women's business accumen is rarely lauded,
The mens' behavior makes women feel inconsequential
and forlorn, causing them to doubt themselves and feel torn,
Intelligence and wisdom are never appreciated,
it threatens the male ego, so cleverness becomes
understated,
The men in corporate America would gladly
bury intelligent women beneath papers,
while they take all the credit and pursue
their capers,
God bless the women who have their own minds
and run interference in the nick of time,
for their deceitful counterparts would have them
looking like hysterical, flirtatious chicks,
discounting their talents and treating them
as if they were uncivilized Hicks.