Best Politicalself Poems
Listen clear, Listen here, Listen. Hear!
Terrible terrorists terrorize our homeland,
With nice suits that smell of money
they emasculate a grown man,
New plan? What Plan!?
Only a handful understand,
Changing taxes has its limits
with no jobs for the common man,
Banks are emancipated youths
They do what they please,
Devouring the penicillin
which empowers the disease,
More money for the rich
No money for the poor,
Force the heart of America
to beat upon the vault door,
Profit is the game's name
To the strongest goes the spoil,
Foreigners work for mere pennies
so jobs belong to foreign soil,
Big business is still BIG,
and with unjustified fears,
CEO's protect their lifestyles
blowing their noses with sweat and tears,
Of others! Even self proclaimed
Christians protect their brothers,
Praying to a god nightly for
a change within the mother,
The mother being certain politicians
who swear by virtue of democracy,
Which was her maiden name
Until she married into mediocrity,
All has become a fight for self
Self survival and self elation,
Locking their doors with full stomachs
as tempers flare across a nation,
Violence erupting in the streets
With few stories making the news,
Violent protests from those with
less than poor I.Q's
The blame game, pointing fingers
during this moment of duress,
At black duct tape in the white house
who brilliantly fought to win a mess,
Instead of taking remarks to heart,
Instead of following the steps of banks,
He has honorably chosen to clean
shxt, from the deepest septic tank,
Socialites are reaching out
Celebrities are reaching out,
While government officials
save their asses by speaking out,
But not too often,
Avoid living on the news,
News coverage makes them a
target for the gunshots and boos,
Do we even blame ourselves for
meaningless wars the majority supported?
Money could have been saved
had stupidity been aborted...
But hindsight is too ugly and
most choose to see the misleading,
While America becomes The Home Of
The Crazed, and The Land Of The Freely Bleeding...
Listen clear, Listen here, Listen. Hear!
Terrible terrorists terrorize our homeland,
With nice suits that smell of money
they emasculate a grown man,
New plan? What Plan!?
Only a handful understand,
Changing taxes has its limits
with no jobs for the common man,
Banks are emancipated youths
They do what they please,
Devouring the penicillin
which empowers the disease,
More money for the rich
No money for the poor,
Force the heart of America
to beat upon the vault door,
Profit is the game's name
To the strongest goes the spoil,
Foreigners work for mere pennies
so jobs belong to foreign soil,
Big business is still BIG,
and with unjustified fears,
CEO's protect their lifestyles
blowing their noses with sweat and tears,
Of others! Even self proclaimed
Christians protect their brothers,
Praying to a god nightly for
a change within the mother,
The mother being certain politicians
who swear by virtue of democracy,
Which was her maiden name
Until she married into mediocrity,
All has become a fight for self
Self survival and self elation,
Locking their doors with full stomachs
as tempers flare across a nation,
Violence erupting in the streets
With few stories making the news,
Violent protests from those with
less than poor I.Q's
The blame game, pointing fingers
during this moment of duress,
At black duct tape in the white house
who brilliantly fought to win a mess,
Instead of taking remarks to heart,
Instead of following the steps of banks,
He has honorably chosen to clean
shxt, from the deepest septic tank,
Socialites are reaching out
Celebrities are reaching out,
While government officials
save their asses by speaking out,
But not too often,
Avoid living on the news,
News coverage makes them a
target for the gunshots and boos,
Do we even blame ourselves for
meaningless wars the majority supported?
Money could have been saved
had stupidity been aborted...
But hindsight is too ugly and
most choose to see the misleading,
While America becomes The Home Of
The Crazed, and The Land Of The Freely Bleeding...
Fifteen yards in a football game
Runner is safe in baseball
Two shot foul in basketball
Penalty shot in hockey
No penalty in government
For interference
Interference with family
Interference with income
Interference with retirement
Hell bent on destruction of values
Interference with self reliance
Interference with self respect
Congress can’t run its own household
Don’t tell me how to run mine
Bail out equals social injustice
Carried to an extreme
Let’s call it Money for Morons
Income for incompetence
Dollars for Dimwits
Better Lives for Brainless Billionaires
Interference with growth
Interference with fiscal sanity
Interference with failures failing
Eliminate useless executive salaries
Corporate is back in black
No bail out needed
No interference to protect the one’s
Who own you, Congressmen.