Best Lesser Of Two Evils Poems
Politics
Politicians
Definition: (Webster’s dictionary)
To deceive, dismay, confuse or blind
How perfect !
Simply put
Misplaced faith by the masses
But truly not our fault
Just a little slow that’s all
When you’ve been lied to from the beginning
What else do you have to compare it to ?
But lets look at it for what it really is
******** !!!
Who can sling it and sugarcoat it the best
Wins my vote
The lesser of two evils I suppose
It almost seems like a talent show
Who can dazzle, dance, and defy the one thing we really want
TRUTH !!!
Very simple, effective, and enlightening
Though a scary concept I admit
But definitely something new
But then again………..
Would they believe you ??
If they did tell the truth
How would we know ??
Think about it
Eric ( and sometimes not )
The book of Trump is little read for minions are just fools,
As dropouts in the school of life, they don't have any tools
That rise above them cheating friends, to read is off the chart,
Humility is not a friend, and whoring's only art.
Agree with Trump? You're great! Cool guy! And if you don't, a foe,
The poor are trash, to serve's a joke, and virtue's just for show,
He says that paying tax is waste, then throws **** in the fan,
It's hard to sabotage what works; Trump does the best he can!
Trump's nepotism's a disgrace, but stupid works for him,
He'll lie and cheat right to your face; his brightest lights are dim!
Life isn't fair unless he wins, to tie a kiss of death!
He'll pardon guilty just for fun! Decay his sweetest breath.
He'll sacrifice own flesh as bait, as kibble for a shark,
And dress up daughter to a T, then use her on a mark,
There's only one life in this game and Trump is there to win,
So take off clothes, expose your throat, this vampire sucks your sin.
My Dad complained that Democrats all vote for Santa Claus,
But Donald's fans seem truly worse, obstructors of our laws!
These "People Of The Lie" (1) would bring the nation to its knees,
Perhaps last hope, the wise will vote, the future begs you, "Please!"
Long Tooth
May 24, 2018
Poet's Notes:
(1) "People of the Lie" is a book by the famous Christian author M. Scott Peck that gives us the stark warning that Satan's real power is not in acts of genocide like the Holocaust, but in the power of a simple lie that seems to so unimportant. A lie is one more termite that eats away at the thin veneer of civilization, and makes us vulnerable to rot and decay! Vote your heart my brothers. The lesser of two evils may yet save the day! Though it's a small thing, your vote is not a joke!
I could hear the noise coming from his head
I chose the lesser of two evils quickly instead
I tried to move away and escape all the sound
But it was too late my intentions had been found
I could hear the words but they didn't make sense
He said " I can hold the world wrapped up in suspense "
To find out what he meant I would have to stick around
If I could weather the storm I knew I wouldn't be let down
So I asked him the question that I knew I'd regret
The answer that I got was one that I never will forget
He said " You are the Joker and I am the King "
" Inside my head are the answers to everything "
I knew right away it was time to make my escape
Had to get out fast, cut thru all the red tape
The last train was leaving so I had to be fast
I would soon be on my way, leaving at last
Once I got to the train it turned into a big boat
Since we were out in the Prairie I knew it wouldn't float
I looked out the window and saw the smirk on his face
That's when I realized I was never leaving this place
Written on1/4/16
Crime has moved from the streets to the laptop, and now it’s called cyber crime,
you can sell an ounce, a pound, a nickel, or a dime.
Anonymously find your target so no one gets hurt,
the lesser of two evils, the cyber crime perk.
Traditional crimes deployed violence and bodily harm,
but today anonymity rings little or no alarms.
The skill set is different for cyber criminals,
digital footprints and clues are minimal.
Unlimited operations on ATM withdrawals,
100 million vanishes, so throw in the towel.
Thousands of foot soldiers synchronized across the globe,
decentralized criminals, organized cyber robes.
Geography is no barrier to instantly communicate,
to cash mules Ad-hocked for the prime rate.
Newbs get used, and managers recruit,
distribute the digital loot, shutdown, move, and then reboot.
Marriage has it's ups and it's downs
But it far exceeds the alternative
A lonely life without love and affection
Love's one of life's true superlatives
Some days we have heated discussions
That's how it was meant to be
Then she does something ever so sweet
And you forget why you disagreed
It isn't always going to be clear sailing
But if the bond is really strong
It's worth the struggles ten times a hundred
If you're lucky, it will end up lifelong
The male tendency is to play the field
But trust me, life's way too short
To become involved with a bunch of dodo
Probably means some time in court
Not sure the ladies will like my analogy
It's the lesser of two evils as they say
Oh boy, I think I may have done it this time
Must convince Cathie it's just a cliche
© Jack Ellison 2014
Poor Swan Named After Trump
Trump lied and told another story
In each category and got the glory
Told bunch of bologna about alimony
Orange hair wore around in a Tony
Without teleprompter that is gory.
Personality centers around possessive
Also is compulsive and obsessive
Lesser of two evils he always knew
As well as many more and quite a few
Sure is such a horrible way to live.
Trump never gives and always will take
And not admit he made a mistake
Idiot belongs in asylum for the insane
Which we all knew pure and plain
Experience into a movie he would make.
Trump's mouth flew with animosity
Can't imagine him having generosity
In psychology course they did forbid
Terrible super ego and a horrible id
Instead he took course in pathology.
Likes tarring people apart and things down.
Trump became a fool who is fastidious
His bright orange hair is really hideous
And wears his long tie below the belt
With beer bottles people want to pelt
Does think his daughter looks delicious.
Jim Horn
world wars your mongering for
the big satanic bloodbath
more appealing to god
then two homosexual men
The devil may cry
my favorite angel facing a feat of unequal measure
since you know soo much about him
live it everyday
you never let him live this down
just work on making yourselves miserable
you look soo happy that way
words you read by the best
your own walking contradiction
so caught up in getting what you want at anycost
you forgot what he wanted
and there is a price to pay
signed yourself up for a fight that isnt yours
the rules you live by
they are enforced
you cant scramble away from this fast enough
the lie you live for power
lesser of two evils presented to you
path of least resistance corners you again
sing yourself to suicide ever soo sweetly
the shortest straw has no alibi
and i think its funny
Jesus has some truth to tell him
slip the witch a missing letter
she doesnt mind bringin him back to life
even the devil you know
splattered all over your pages
the philosophy you seem to live everyday
offered you a short term power
and we just throw you away
came to get my favorite angel
something youve been denying yourself the whole time
trivial pursuit of endless lies manipulating yourselves this way is such a shame
now i'm not obligated to help you
you had a choice
the game of life you signed up for is coming round again
faster than you think
your underground rivalry of seeking after power
i paid the devil to see if you would make this mistake
then you did and i agreed he could do the dirty work in jesus name
the truth will get you in karmic laws you forgot about
threefolds of being humbled
and humbled and humbled again
wont even help you, you cant get away
hardcore satanists dressed up as saints messing up their own destiny
did the world not tell you
life is a test?
you were tested
you failed
the devil was in on it
enjoy your bloodbaths of endless wars in hell
the world kept this under rug swept
and now for you there is no way out
paid the devil for me
and jesus will eventualy set him free from the you he doesnt want
your not fathoming this properly
jesus was tortured so you wouldnt be
the letter gone missing
now whose got a face to blame
hardcore satanists
my favorite angel loves me
he wouldnt allow me to live this nightmare
so hes taking you far far away
Marriage has it's ups and it's downs
But it far exceeds the alternative
A lonely life without love and affection
Love's one of life's true superlatives
Some days we have heated discussions
That's how it was meant to be
Then she does something ever so sweet
And you forget why you disagreed
It isn't always going to be clear sailing
But if the bond is really strong
It's worth the struggles a hundred times over
If you're lucky it will end up lifelong
The male tendency is to play the field
But trust me life's way too short
To become involved at playing the field
Probably means some time in court
Not sure the ladies will like my analogy
It's the lesser of two evils as they say
Oh boy I think I may have done it this time
Must convince wifey-poo it's a cliche
Futile effort to plunger the clogged kitchen sink...
courtesy malfunctioning garbage disposal
which won't be removed
by onsite maintenance man
UNTIL/UNLESS
fruit fly excreta wiped off
(impossible to access)
areas along bathroom and kitchen walls
so communicated "the warden."
Thus we (yours truly and his missus)
subjected to inhale
putrid, offal, and noxious
smelling stagnant water
until every streak
telltale sign regarding Drosophila melanogaster
exuded excretory evidence
vanishes without a trace
vis a vis thru cutting
qua yellow elbow grease.
Aforementioned hardy critter
approximately three millimeters in length
and two millimeters in width
one defiant little bugger
proliferate - reproductive propensity
of fruit fly enormous
under ideal circumstances
female lays about 500 eggs
impossible mission to exterminate
or extinguish pesky species
without declaring total mortal kombat,
and even then
no guarantee targeted
above named mite size bug
nsync with his/her brethren
blown to smithereens.
Despite all pervasive existence
plus ingress into mine nasal passage
as nostril dam us foretold
annoyance on par with midges
flying up into nose
far more tolerable
synonymous with lesser of two evils
versus exhausting these lovely bones
tirelessly suctioning refuse
pooling fetid water.
I will seriously ponder
posting gofundme site
as a last ditch effort
to escape nauseating
effluence out the plumbing bowels
worse smell than rotten Gotham
sliding down into behavioral sink
if management here
at Highland Manor Apartments
decrees fiat all secretion
indeed linkedin with fruit fly eliminated.
The lesser of two evils, do two wrongs make one right?
The bullets may have steel hulls, but it takes powder to ignite.
The elephant in the room, can't be seen.
It's a skeleton in the closet, for too long it has been.
So bite the bullet, let the cat out of the bag.
Kick the bucket, give the lake a drag.
From rags to riches, from pillar to post.
You left your duty, when it needed you most.
The lesser of two evils, do two wrongs make one right?
The bullets may have steel hulls, but it takes powder to ignite.
Fall on your sword, fall on your knees.
Accept the cure, you are the disease.
our freedom's only relative, when everytime you watch the news,
they're beaming haunting images of
the lives lost, abused...
then we wash it down with a montage of flying flags and sauring eagles
so we stand to pledge allegiance to the lesser of two evils
a subliminal reminder, for the few at home who dare refuse
"freedom" as defined by a particular set of rules
there are those bound by chains,
kids with guns
surrounding tanks...
while at home, the "free" complain of dwindling funds
beneath towering banks...
free....well, relatively
My Political Opinion
Miracle Man
10/24-2024
Voting time is here and I had a voice,
much finger pointing from lying accusers.
I’ve marked the box black beside my choice,
while believing I was picking from two losers.
Both have made vows not intending to keep,
it’s say what they must just to get elected.
But neither will lose one minute of sleep,
my thought is that both should be rejected.
Lately, it’s been the same every four years,
I pray there won’t be any more upheavals.
One will be chosen by majority of their peers,
Once again I voted for the lesser of two evils.
Swirling, chaotic, unending, torturous, darkness. Black as the deepest black, he sits,
wondering how could she nurture his dark side. This blinding rage that fills his soul, is
so foreign, he’s usually so calm, and collected. But she is starting to damage his calm.
This music isn’t helping, nothing does. It just builds and builds the temperament slowly
getting worse and worse. This poison is killing him, if he doesn’t release it, he will
explode. But where does he turn to let loose the torrential hatred? How can he loose
this torment on others and live with himself. To be or not to be violent, THAT is the
question. Does he continue to proliferate, or does he release upon the masses. Which
is the lesser of two evils, to die from his own abomination, or does he smite those who
cause this?
nothing sums up a
quitter like s/he who
invests themselves in
“the lesser of two evils,”
bathing themselves in
supposed pragmatism,
walking with an illusion
of certainty that when
faced with two choices,
rather than demand a
third, or demand to
have a different system of
choosing altogether, or
even more, to throw up
the whole puzzle in the
air to watch it come crashing
down into blissfully
destructive & completely
deserved chaos, it is
more “appropriate” to
cave, queue up &
follow in line, one step
in front of the other off the
conveyor belt & into the
meat grinder, in hopes
that the safe little world
of comfort in which
one dwells will not be
upset.
I only feel like a woman on the outside.
Because I like to win,
And men always win.
They are bigger.
They are stronger.
They climax faster.
And you never find them on the couch on a Saturday night
eating a pint of ice cream and bashing their significant other…
The don’t love as quickly,
And when they love they don’t love as hard.
They lust and call it love,
never knowing the depth of the commitment love requires.
They confuse the momentary pleasures of sex
for real emotion.
Women willingly drive full speed and crash into it.
Love.
Knowing it could very well kill them before all is said and done.
She pours her all into it until she can no longer distinguish
“me” from “us”.
Men don’t wear their hearts on their sleeves,
They don’t feel.
Women don’t so mush wear their hearts on theirs sleeves
as plaster them on their foreheads.
Men don’t cry unless they are alone
Shielded by four walls which would never betray their secret weakness,
Women openly use the shirts of friends as tissues.
Women are weak.
Vulnerable, soft, feeble and open.
They feel pain,
heartache,
and heartbreak.
They live and die by the
idiocy,
absurdity,
senseless and
stupidity
that is love.
Men are strong.
Cold, hard, unyielding, and closed.
They feel no pain,
no heartbreak,
no hurt.
No blind devotion,
No illogical attachment
No unwavering loyalty
No love.
Wait, who is the winner here again?