Best Great Unwashed Poems

My views are trenchant and modest.
My thoughts as clear as day.
I marvel at the things I know
While ignoring much what others say.
You must now follow my direction
And blindly accept all I have in store
Where your most cherished held beliefs
Will not bother you no more.

You will...

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Housewives peer from behind dirty windows
Catching signs of the scurrying nightlife
They know killing time is really a sin, 
Though they can be absolved by watching Ellen and her wife
Where you can rediscover the inner you
She’s got one so you’ll want one too
Can’t call that greed...

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Far off the beaten track and trail
        on quest for music’s Holy Grail
led pilgrims on biblical scale 
         more than can be counted.
With midsummer sun on our cheek
in tents to...

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subconscious.
~Subconsciously  we seek the right,
Equality for every tyke,
Unwashed subconscious wants it still,
for every Billy of the Hill,
 no more super rich delight!

The great unwashed it joins us all,
subconscious links the mindset hall,
where thoughts of good,
 the white light falls,
for shineth here the light,

so seek...

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Ever wonder what happens to suggestions
Dropped in your employers’ slotted box?
They are extracted and read with questions
Seldom answered is somewhat orthodox,
Proposals by the great, “unwashed” masses
Of underlings seeking more remuneration,
Gutsy enough to speak, these lower classes,
Indeed, to want a scheduled, paid vacation!

Imagine a thirty-minute lunch...

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The architects of cardboard town, will never shoulder blame.
From brick and stone built luxury, they sit immune to shame.
Whilst on forgotten streets the homeless, dwell in paper waste
Constructing prefab mobile homes, before each cold night breaks.

In handmedowns  and odd paired shoes, they shuffle in...

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Prisons fester further desecrating guilt by association
as churches
and synagogues
and temples
and mosques
foster sacred innocence through re-association,
communion of the wanna-be saints
and Bodhisattva suffering warriors
for EarthRights Peace and Justice.

When our faith communities
feel like monoculturing monotheistic prisons
of fundamentalism,
then our non-elite prisons
begin to sound more like gospel protests
against further guilt...

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Remember the cradle
Respect to the grave
These notions inside
My soul they enslave
Always alone
These values I hold
My fears come to life
The great unwashed fold
The masses have lost
Thier unguided way
With no one to lead
Mankind led astray
Remember the family
Rekindle the flame 
Rejoice in the memories
And honor thy name....

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See the Ascend result…

Try the stellar mind-thought end,
Picture, she will come descend,
See her coming into view,
Ideal shiela just for you,  
From obscurity she can,

Will her on your chosen path,
Attract the moth, 2 own and laugh,
Cos she is out there 2,
Booze just dulls the view,
The...

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words are power

God is love an words are power,
By words manlipulate’s the hour,
And get the masses thinking.

Strong prophets see it rightly ours,
Followers hang on the word that flower’s,
Because, because, because.

The spoken word becomes the deed,
The great unwashed, sub-conscious feed,
And it becomes reality.

The one God creates...

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On the streets of Kamora,
	a man sits at the Fountain of Angels,
	eying the days offerings
	which lie at the bottom
	of the tepid water.
The man remembers when he was 
	one of the click clacking masses,
	on their way to work,
	in the Main Dome of Kamora,
	ready to pass ordinances
	which...

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Karmic 

War is a tragic thing, with only suffering
Prince of peace is a coming new order to bring
The more subconscious thought of it will sing
Of our wanted change of everything
The great unwashed subconscious can bring him!


When I can see, For a second, the face of...

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They walk around part of the elite
heads held high
noses in the air
auras of knowing it all abound with a lot of hoot and holler

I will NEVER be one of them
my make up still in the drawer and my face still unpainted
part of the great unwashed
as...

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The wandering lonesome roam
About the early morning streets;
And on evening avenues.
Those forgotten feral few,
Seeking meals they cannot buy
‘Mongst the refuse of the day.
Those great unwashed in tatters,
Of whom it does not matter,
Limp empty toward their lairs
Wearing faces of despair
Seeking out a junkyard fire
Or dark place...

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I see a hundred million dead,
their bodies buried in mass graves,
not because they committed crimes,
oh no, they just didn’t behave
the way some cruel ideologue
pronounced that all people should act,
when the new man couldn’t be made
the socialists would just attack.
Trying to change human nature,
failing as we...

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