Best Governmental Poems
Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe! You the man! Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit - you'll need it to repair the damage done!
Include screwdrivers to tighten the screws on higher taxes and spendin',
And yer biggest wrench to shut off the flow of governmental lendin'!
Take yer solderin' arn so as to solidify warm relationships with yer peers,
And a pipe cutter to cut off zany filibusterin' that is tiresome to yer ears!
You'll need a hundred rolls of duct tape to stem the flow of inane babble,
And gallons of Liquid Plummer to unclog the stalemate of that useless rabble!
A good pipe wrench will come in handy to tighten the discipline in that 'joint',
And a twelve-foot stepladder to rise above that rotten mob to make yer point!
Joe, show 'em what real 'change' is meant to be with a new 'shower' of hope!
Flush political correctness down the john that's gotten us on this slippery slope!
Be sure to take yer roto-rooter and clean the sewer that is Washington, DC!
Use yer most powerful hose to flush the whole mucked-up mess out to sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Have you ever met those kind of blokes who get upon your nerve,
when they quote continual references that most think should deserve
a threatening confrontation that if they make that quote again,
then the punishment that’s handed out will give them heaps of pain.
A gang of us were working down along the Main Drain stream,
clearing blackberries and willows on a governmental scheme,
and as usual on a Monday morn, weekend glitches are highlighted,
that are full of doom and gloom, and mostly are ‘beer blighted.’
For Clancy, Joe and me, we sort of blessed the doom and gloom,
as it transgressed into humour, and so there wasn’t any room,
for the likes of workmate Charlie who only saw a brighter side,
when there wasn’t any bright side; just a great gloomy divide.
Charlie is the eternal optimist with no matter what is said
in the ghastliest of circumstance even if someone was dead,
and Charlie only had one quote that we’re sure he did rehearse,
and so we heard it every time ‘It could have been much worse.’
So after work one evening in the pub we had some beers,
with ‘it could have been much worse,’ still ringing loudly in our ears,
and with Charlie being absent we devised a cunning plan,
to rid him of that bloody quote and then praying that we can.
We thought that as a perfect subject we would use our good mate Ted,
in a steamy sordid untrue yarn to get inside of Charlie’s head,
and have him shaking in his bootstraps, plus gulping in his throat,
to avoid us hearing one more time, his annoying bloody quote.
And so ‘it could have been much worse’ is about to get the chop,
as we cut and piled the prickly canes, of a large blackberry crop,
so when the time was ready, with Charlie well within ear shot,
Joe babbled out the sordid tale that was really ‘Tommyrot.’
“Did you hear about our old mate Ted, and what went on last night?
He caught his wife with Jimmy Hale, and there was a shocking fight;
he shot ‘em both and then himself!” But Charlie stayed quite calm but terse,
as he rolled a smoke and muttered out, “It could have been much worse.”
“Much worse!” We squawked as one... “How can it be worse than that?”
And the answer Charlie gave us… well it really knocked us flat,
after dragging on his cigarette, he sniffed and quietly said,
“If it had have been the night before, it’s me who would be dead.”
Conflict is something
we must exist with
on a daily basis
in this modern world
It can be verbal,
physical or a
clash of ideas or
governmental ideologies
Violence should always
be avoided and never
used to resolve anything
There are too many
conflicts in the World
today between countries
So many unnecessary
deaths and suffering
Military conflicts should be
avoided at all costs
Nothing positive comes
out of them
only negative destruction,
death and mayhem
STEPS ASIDE
They’ve banned the “step counters”
Outlawed the treadmill and stationary bike
Banned jogging (aka fast walking for the elderly)
Sports will be limited to “non-aerobic” activities
Tiddlywinks tournaments will be Government funded.
Scientific research and investigation
Funded by the “stay inside and die sooner” chapter
Of the “Governmental Gottcha Groups”
Has conjectural and anecdotal evidence
That the heavy breathing induced by exercise
Increases the carbon dioxide emissions
Of those engaged in anaerobic exercise.
Suggested alternate activities are:
-Daydreaming,
-Scheming (aka conspiring with imaginary friends)
-Meditation…without chanting
-Astral Traveling (with or without passport)
-Thinking, but only about the things presented in our booklet
-(also known as “Talking Points)
Or the “Rip Van Winkle” solution…
Go to sleep for twenty years
and hope it’s all over when you wake up.
John G. Lawless
©2/24/2023
Yes I will die for her
Yes I will cry for her
But I will not turn my head and look the other way
I will not stand silent while others make a mockery of liberty
I will not stand silent while others
Distort the truth
And if I offend you
I DON'T CARE
Human rights for all does not require the denial of mine
Freedom of choice is not an entitlement
For middle class oppression
Pursuit of happiness is not a governmental gift
And if That upsets you
I DON'T CARE
I will pray
I will say
Under God
I will accept you when you accept me
If you are appalled
I DON'T CARE
I will sing God Bless America
If it offends you shut your ears
If you feel the need to respond
Shut your mouth
I do not respond to you denying your righTS
Do not deny mine
There is no room for bigoted fanaticism
In this the Mother Land
If this makes you angry
I DON'T CARE.
Do not attempt to entertain with bold atrocities.
Do not think us lulled by mind numbing mediocrity.
The past the present meld, turn and burn with brash idiocy.
Unkindness will relent to core spirituality.
The horrors fed to masses freed or chained in lunacy,
will not debase the Grace of His supremacy.
Humanity WILL RISE, preserving the reality,
Not entertained nor lulled by governmental truancy!
This evil world we live in,
is a wild rat race,
a people of global sin,
an earthly disgrace,
Killing here, stealing there,
Bloodshed and thievery everywhere,
global hatred, beyond repair,
Governmental graft, so unfair,
The chance of peace,
not in the air,
The causes of disease,
burns like a flare,
Never to appease,
only make aware,
all of these....
a global scare.
Perfection is not seen in man but your perfection
Is beyond precious stones
Only the sun and the moon knows how far you climbed
To get Me down.
Life could have been incomplete in your absence.
You had no silver or jewels to offer
When I needed, but you made it clear that you would have given if it were there
Still you gave something even better.
Something that will never leave my heart
I never really knew I could die for someone
I never knew I could die for you
But am proud to say,
If you didn't mind risking your life to have me
I don't mind too.
My heart has been broken so many times,
But never by you.
You fix them, even when you run out of bandage.
I know in my heart that in hundred of years
I would still wish to have you as a guide.
A guide that covers in times of rain
A guide that sacrifices in time of need
A guide that comforts in time of hurts.
You could only be found on earth
Not even in Venus.
But where you reside is in my heart
Human cannot appreciate you
Only the heavenly atmosphere are aware
Of your tender care
They sing to your patient.
They clap to your hard work
And they revolve around your smile
I can only forget to remember,
The tensity of your hood
For in you my little secret is safe.
The remembrance of your deed
Uproots tears from my within
The elaboration of your effort in my head
Competes with my goals
On being the smaller you
Your happiness is my life fulfillment
Your personality should be drawn on the
Walls of the country
You have no governmental income
But my needs are always met.
You made me know that being broke is
A state of mind
And you prepare me for the future
You have proved yourself thousands of times
Your strength cannot be bounded even by the oceans
For you are strong,
And you have shown that In the labour room
You being a gem
Is far beyond pushing out
But Completing it by providing,
Caring, and encouraging me.
You're rare indeed
Today I am fulfilled
In being your daughter
I love you mother.
And I hope you know in your heart
That everything I do is all for you.
This economic uncertainty under a radical communist agenda
has taken its direction from China because the W,H,O clearly stated
that another lock down would damage the health of a nation
Many small businesses family run, will never reopen fact
doctors refuse to see patients only over the phone
the list of violations where health is concerned draws a different picture
Many lawsuits are coming down the line for these poor governmental policies
which have created division and death amongst us
They have separated many by publishing false narrative
with manipulated figures to suit an agenda almost transparent
people are sick listening to lies used to remove basic freedoms and human rights
State run lawlessness has broken every moral law to suit their corrupt souls power hungry has poisoned many of them to even oppose this subject
bullies of the worst nature have created pockets of hate pushing for submission
Taking away a persons right to work and provide for their families
every law they have passed goes against democracy and the basic principles and laws of a nation state, or social group that determine the powers and duties of the government and guarantee certain rights to the people in it
common law has the right to arrest those in charge of this corrupt body
which in control is driven by power against the creed
like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large.
Self aware beings truly not aware of much.
Self impressed with no reason to be.
Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of existence.
Compression point coming.
Evolution of thought and reality speeding forward like never before, moving at such speed it could easily fly off the rails.
How to manage the transition is the quest. New driving forces must prevail, the old ones will explode it all. Hate and hormones must be exchanged for a global philosophy of humanism that benefits all.
Technology will be the key. Will it be controlled by the few or the many? Will central masters dictate or will mass communication win the day. Will it be a global dictatorship or universal democracy? Will Humanism prevail or will religious/ governmental oligarchies subjugate? The future is fluid. Humanism must prevail, or dystopia it will be.
Happy 5th birthday have you accepted rape into your life,
It's a patriarchal practice built from sadism and male strife,
A hedonistic ritual to keep us all under control,
The birthright of masculinity bestowed upon all men young and old,
They'll decry our institution of commercialized fear funded by the tax payer's dime,
But don't let them hide the irrevocable fact that their gender alone commits crime,
Just listen to their protests of our paranoia and self-destructive delusions,
Wielding weapons of statistics the opposition seeks to incite societal confusion,
Be wary of their minstrels reciting chants for equality,
Brace yourself against the trollish foot soldiers' brutal tactics of social media skullduggery,
Be mindful my child the only knights in your life should be white,
Not those racist, misogynistic, patriarchal, bigoted, transphobic, ableist , MRA troglodytes,
The worst of their scum are the generals leading the charge from the courts and Youtube channels,
Polluting governmental positions on the discriminatory grounds of merited credentials,
Debunking "fact" after "fact" of our beloved ideology,
Do they really think my feelings are superseded by rationality,
It is imperative my children not to be deceived our greatest enemies come from within our own ranks,
So called "women" who strive to be their best denying any notion of a patriarchal state,
Just because they became successful doesn't mean all other womyn can be,
Your hard-earned accomplishments poison our minds with absurd notions of individuality,
They don't realize that womyn are oppressed everywhere,
Deemed worthless by society unless they're in the kitchen with a baby in tow,
Unable to walk outside without a male escort and deprived the right to vote,
Yes that may be in Saudi Arabia but we Western womyn are just as oppressed too,
Through the hashtag "yesallwomen" we can count ourselves among the downtrodden and render all naysayers moot,
Us feminists will not stand for this institutionalized patriarchy,
We demand the dismantling of this hateful misogynistic army,
To pave the way for our lord and savior Hillary Clinton.
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
This
life
is
Killing
me,
I
hope
it
burries
me
soon.
I
cannot
surrender,
like
a
weary
soldier
in
a
platoon.
Carry
the
moon,
that
is
your
burden
forever,but
you'll
want
to
cast
it
away
like
a
demon
very
soon.
Troubles
are
big,
like
the
giant
winds
of
Southern
Asia,
on
top
of
your
head
they
continuously
monsoon.
Guns
blazing,
echoing
the
troubled
screams
of
our
sisters,
getting
destroyed
by
South
Africa's
loved
tune.
Rastafarians
getting
restricted
from
touching
ganja
by
"Babylon",
because
jail
cells
might
be
prescription.
And
need
I
mention
the
hungry
suffering
on
the
Freestate
streets,
that
get
mocked
daily
by
every
passerby.
The
thing
of
government
job
creation
is
a
yearly
lullaby.
Satanism
fills
the
township
streets
at
night
like
police
brutality
by
day.
We
cannot
break
bread
with
the
wealthy
man
because
unemployment
systems
program
our
minds
anyway.
Should
we
just
throw
in
the
towel
like
Pontius
Pilate,
or
hang
ourselves
like
Judas
Iscariot
when
we
see
the
chariot
of
hunger
behind
governmental
color
blinds.
Or
should
we
march
onwards
like
an
honest
troop
of
Spartans,
fighting
for
our
conscious
righteousness?
Rebelling
against
such
poetic
mastery
is
like
throwing
yourself
off
the
balconies
of
life
to
show
your
state
of
worthlessness.
I'm
just
mentioning
this.
Because
killing
yourself
after
raping
your
little
daughter
is
not
a
feeling
of
hopelessness.
Churches
taught
you
how
to
fear
man
better
than
God,but
never
taught
of
the
awesome
powers
you
possess.
Jah
Bless.
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Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the attested mind. A proven confinement to so many of 21st century are designed to be low level offended and less related to all of mankind. Circumstantial evidence is assigned to take down this kind.
Rights never amended, as the felonious records are drug offended. Inside the gang life is blended. Friendships are far from being mended. Instead many lives are ended. A never before scene of the wrongfully accused and had been at the criminology since the age of thirteen. There is no remedy for this no vaccine. Most are pumped up and made into a machine who love the daily clink routine.
Orange jumpsuits scatter the yard. Once a slip arrives they’ll pull your card. Heated from the mentality built throughout the year. Constantly lying awake at night not knowing what to fear. Is death near? Corrupt guards take aim with fear in the name but then the high paid lawyer shifts it to a high octane gear. This will definitely give the prosecutor something to fear. The facts are straightened now it’s time to finally steer.
The man in the mirror once publicly crucified humiliated inside, and tried never dabbled in that attack. Yet he still caught all of the flack. Hundreds of nights spent on the uncomfortable nightmarish rack. But here then comes the judge as the least fortunate try to resolve with the new found fact. Leaving here is all he wanted with his freedom and dignity intact. The stands were pact, the jury deliberates, not guilty, evidence not filthy, the gavel tolls, can this be all so real? This is the sound of the governmental deal trying to lay hate to determine one’s fate then to be sealed.