Best Profiteering Poems
It's like a black cloak around our world bringing misery and death
Virologists are saying " you ain't seen nothing yet"
If only our leaders would look back, at how these viruses thrive
They'd have got answers in history books and many would still be alive.
It will soon be the norm for families each and everyday
To attend funerals of loved ones who have passed away
And while adults pay their respects and kneel down to pray
Children will get bored and around the tombstones they'll play.
Every country takes action their way and will not be told
If they follow the W.H.O. 's advice more would live to be old
But it's far too late now covid - 19 is thriving
While we fight the virus with emphasis on surviving.
Don't mix with others and steer well clear of the crowd
Or it might be you that will be covered with a shroud
To increase your chance of survival, ruthless you've got to be
Even keeping a safe distance from your own family.
Crime is now rife there's profiteering and panic buying
Not enough is being done and the death toll is rising
Some impliment soft measures that seem quite funny
They don't care about you it's all about the money.
We all need to take care singing from the same hymn sheet
Or it won't be too long before the army's on the street
People will get mean and desperate in order to thrive
Pushing aside the weak and vulnerable who'll struggle to survive.
Our health workers pushed to the limit administering care
While the selfish among us strip supermarket shelves bare
But others are doing good things for their fellow man
No one knows if they'll get ill so do good deeds while you can.
Written 21st March 2020.
Gangsta politicians,
falling stars ... twinkling
of an eye
disappearing
Leper lips
halitosis blowing
Got there gun clips
and stacked deck
poker chips ...
Sin City bullets overflowing
Body politic,
staph tongue infection
Still the voters ain’t
getting sick
and tired of the lies
Coming from the mouth of frogs,
whose sticky words
attract a swarm of flies
Gangsta politicians,
falling stars ... Babel Tower wishing
Twitchy finger hearts
on the nuclear trigger
Hope got a tarry start
Poof!
The next moment
whole cities were disappearing
Spotted skin suits,
so profiteering from the mutated pain
Rotten to the root,
nether mind laws neglect the suffering
You can scream
up to the top tear of your lungs,
but corporate desert adders can’t hear
Dare to dream,
poll take the right party plunge ...
Now, does that pledge lessen the fear?
Gangsta politicians
demand sycophant loyalty
Falling stars
want your eyes bowed down
before their flag
Begging for a peace of crumb
on your trembling knees
Can’t you see,
can not you read
the tea leaves?
Future past
is on a thundercloud roll
Terrifying prophecies
have so long ago foretold
how the end’s gonna be
Gangsta politricians,
Rublecon paws ... blood-licking
Houdini toes,
the next moment,
without a cash trace disappearing
Falling stars
want you joined
to their holster hips
Taking a serpentine bullet ride
to the bottomless pit
Righteousness expressed in struggle’s ply,
comes shining in a single lifetimes chance;
From life’s shadows dim a gift will rise,
explicit in one solemn watcher’s glance;
Prosperity’s plex is so placed in hand,
but fortune’s bless those blind deny;
Bliss from one’s valid efforts blocked,
results in stress and tears from failure’s fry;
Delivered not is the finisher’s fee,
collected is butt, and not success’ pride;
Covertly served is an effort’s worthy try,
reward, is goodness, and a steady upheld bide;
Worth’s weight, the lowest hanging bough,
when weighed by the thinker that seeks to vide;
Value thus, when shared is given gratefully,
without the thoughts of a profiteering mind;
Presents to those of worldly wiles,
one dilemma, upon which the fool will find;
Clarity flexed removing one’s clouds of doubt,
what “gold” then mined, supplies a lifelong tithe;
Fulfillment is extract cast from nature’s whey,
nourishment enough for every creature’s clime;
Surely now greed can be wholly sacrificed,
and stress from the chase of cash be slimed;
Follows simple logic does this gist,
that once given a gift, the bearer of such will shy,
Away from snide and lowly self-intent,
and allow a higher thought to clear life’s cloudy skies;
From unknown facts, to time’s knowledge let,
each giver grants to all their generous boon;
Transgressions pushed aside are but truths to whet,
when honed by honesty, and in divinity hewn;
Hold these ‘truths’ expressed, prove mind’s suppress,
can be cleared for all, and not spent as garbage strewn.
I’m a hate by-product,
made in America
I’m a plantation commodity item,
blue-eye gem slave engraved
in red clay walls Ivory bank vaults
I was silver dross reject packaged:
Prison cargo bar code stamped
coming to America
There’s no doubt about it,
I was fashioned here
by the free-market profiteering traffickers
They sell liberty propaganda lies,
and economic caste division worldwide
Got global many-me, slave waging
in a brave, New technological World
Laboring on noisy climate change thin ice
The only question is:
For your bottled silence,
what is the collaborating price?
I’m a fear by-product,
manufactured in America
Whatever your racial animus preference is,
you can buy on-line, prime patriotic hysteria ...
for the gutter low cost of a figure 8 black ball
My street value is worth a late 911 call,
trigger transactions get no refund
for any tin badge mortal damage caused
A morgue resale
happens every crimson clover fourth fall
I’m an ethnic waste by-product,
iron-oar dumped in America
The Black Plague of chained anger came
when they cattle branded me
with a new name
Been living depressed in ghetto bliss
four centuries as auction clerical
Sitting on a factory warehouse shelf ...
waiting to be placed on a death inventory list,
by the merchants of flesh trafficking
Human property owners and gun lobbyists;
those bought and concealed,
in some dark lord’s pocket,
are semi-trailer trash, automatic fire revealed
by unfretful fetter-some me
I’m a ricochet, re-defined bullet mind,
made in America
Flung on an upward trajectory
Americans, Algerians, Australian aborigines,
Corrupt leaders of the world involved in illegal activities.
Bloodthirsty bullies brazenly bombing bystanders,
Militaries full of corrupt army commanders.
Charities for children, carers in communities,
Third world countries deprived of equal opportunities.
Doctors, dentists, drugs, disability and depression,
An angry generation full of negative aggression.
Evil egotistic eejits entering elections,
Profiteering politicians with the right connections.
Foul mouthed fools fighting over fossil fuels,
Crooked government clowns creating their own rules.
Greedy gangs gambling, goons glamorising globalisation,
A sad and unfair planet, full of frustration.
History of horrific holocausts, hate crimes, hard times,
Skull and bones, secret societies, illuminati hand signs.
Isolation, intimidation, immigration, inaccurate information,
Hiroshima and Nagasaki still suffer from radiation.
Judge and jury, jam-packed jail cells,
Relentless rebels not doing it for the medals.
Kalashnikov culture, killers keep killing,
The reality of climate change is extremely chilling.
Lame loud mouthed liars living in luxury,
Corrupt politicians should be in custody.
Microchips, machine guns, military madness in the Middle East,
The rich get richer while homelessness continues to increase.
NASA, NATO, new world order, negative nonsense,
Celebrating Columbus Day, do they have any conscience?
Outrageous organisations occupying oil fields,
Double dealing leaders involved in shady deals.
Pitiful pessimists publishing pointless propaganda,
While aids and malaria increases in Uganda.
Quality over quantity or quantity over quality,
An overused phrase that’s used too commonly.
Radicals rallying, ready for revolution,
Air, water, soil and radioactive pollution.
Sick, sadistic sinners selfishly selling slaves,
Fredrick Douglass must be turning in his grave.
Terrible terrorists taking over territories,
Religious beliefs still creating enemies.
Unconscious unkind useless United Nations,
CNN plus Fox News equals bias news stations.
Various victims viciously victimised,
Deadly missiles falling from the skies.
Wars, weapons, whistles blowers on the World Wide Web,
While others sell their souls just to become a celeb.
Ignorance Is Bliss
Here in Malaysia things are happening and citizens are rather concerned..
Besides the regular petty crimes and stories of the juicy kind ...
For the past year or so, this country has been embroiled in the 1MDB story.....
Then there is the matter of Goods Service Tax applied across the country...
Some folks are relatively unconcerned despite paying their income tax..
Hey, people! With the snowballing effects from Goods Service Tax....
Plus scandals galore involving the country and her deminishing wealth....
Everybody suffers, not just you and me, everyone you meet...
Of course some smarter one are even making more money...
Going by the government, it is just too bad it is not you or me....
And our ex PM is trying to do good despite his advanced years....
Not doing anything while he was PM and Najib was merely up and coming...
A case of trying to close the barn doors after the horses have bolted...
Crying bloody murder only when he found that the PM has a mind of his own...
Now that he is a PM, Najib is in power and looks to be in control...
Despite the many swirling accusations chipping away his reputation...
The PM is firmly in control and cries out it is all political prosecution...
On the ground, no wonder things are getting worse for the people..
The escalated cost of living with GST and large scale profiteering..
Depressed petroleum and rubber prices, we Malaysians are in trouble....
With accusing fingers being pointed at the PM from ruling government ...
And so much vitriol and regular negative news about this goverment....
Local news today are not worth reading for being so depressing...
And with the current political cat fighting, each political news is sickening...
Maybe one can play ignorant and be unconcerned for Ignorance is Bliss...
Malaysia Boleh.....
-WHY!?-
Why do the many "Great United
Nations" of the world;
Suffer from underfunded education,
while taxing with frivolous expectations,
researching into lab based creations?
Enact vast unjustifiable laws,
endorsed by a corporate cause,
to eliminate and perfect human flaws?
Have men, women and kids on the streets,
enduring poverty and self defeat,
hungrily watching the upper class eat?
Support political and business corruption,
profiteering from the production,
of environmental and human destruction?
For we, the people of these many nations,
have allowed ourselves to be victims by
not taking a stand hand in hand. Let us
unite as a race and break through their
grand lies, by first asking ourselves...
"WHY!?"
-Anonymously youRs-
The sow beauty queen’s
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”
Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings
That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy soul
She’s got a glut appetite for mo’ and mo’
Her imperial motto is:
“Mo’ money means mo’ toga rest,
and much less queen bee stress”
This regal swine loves to sit
in her towering pleasure palace pigpen,
and peso whine
and ruble dine
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the Pillsbury hips,
enjoys wallowing in the miry green dough
Mudslinging filthy lucre nods covetously so
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the greasy palm grip,
silver tongue yields coin swallowing squeals
Jade oinkment noise forfeits her unpaid bills
This oral apothecary fatty substance
is pocketbook soothing to the queen Midas soul
Gold pursed lip smacking
is how this triple jowl lady low down dirty roll
Those hog heaven eyes
got them snout gobbled green eggs
gulp hasty safely cracking
Her pigmentary belly rub etiquette
is sop share burp lacking
As those rotund royalties
never piggy bank lessen one lil’ bit
Jade oinkment noise
is very spit pernicious green
Pigmentary salve for the thin-skinned cries
of the profiteering unclean
Dyed paper lust has an emerald sheen
Phat bags under dollar sign eyes
be the makeup blush
for the Oval weight sow beauty queen
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the mint green painted toenails,
she loves the excess gossip that dirty tales sell
Flop sweat sleeping
in her palace penthouse pigsty,
she snore ignore the kingdom’s po’ travails
Wrapping herself in a muddy blanket of lies,
surrounding her obese body
with a methane swarm of toady tongue flies
Miss Piggy Lips,
the dung awful smell
coming from that
jade oinkment perfume trail
is just too much nasal pain to inhale
It’s so sickening to brain fart expel
Fat chance the stench makes anyone well
Living in a jobless country, thousands emigrating every month,
Long gone are the times of the Celtic tiger and the Irish punt.
The economy has collapsed into a heap on the floor,
A depressing recession is hard to ignore.
Politicians are greedy and getting more desperate,
Now this country is turning into a cesspit.
Honestly dishonesty is at an all-time high,
Profiteering politicians telling lie after lie.
They expect us to believe them, but it’s clearly all lies,
It’s so obvious you can see it without opening your eyes.
Rent and homelessness increasing, too expensive to be leasing,
Health and education decreasing while politicians keep fleecing.
And that phony Simon Coveney is nothing but a clown,
Do you really think he cares about the people in your town?
Democracies don’t become corrupt overnight, this takes time,
Slowly but surely it starts to decline.
by Michaelw1two
The stars of society,
great notion once did scintillate;
their glow burned too fast,
ash, cinder, sloth, agnominate;
what, gifted fate's skewers,
sole reply, a dross adumbrate;
life, guts all souls;
death's head did spirit ablaqueate.
Court not, the rule in justice,
culpability is the blame;
where evil spread, ascribe strife's Id
as quoting Boehme;
earth, is food for worm,
demands flesh to whet its loam;
mankind in greedy lust,
curst promise, to dream venomed.
If justice, is synonym for bread,
equality is its spread;
they, are symmetry to life
and health in living's thread;
fed to profiteering few,
who cause, life's morbid dread;
they, will feast to death,
for earth, leave not a shred.
Life's cauldron steams,
beneath fires we can't control;
sought, is gentry's sweet butter,
democracy's decontrol;
fed on schisms,
palates satiated by life's slop bowl;
rejecting meals context,
and savor rubric of future whole.
Survival, quenches thirst, of each
who seek life's bread;
hardship futile postulate,
hungry souls crave words said;
tasty freedom's tout,
cannot be minced by thirst misled;
each, will eat, this buttered bread,
or all, will wind up dead.
Jan 2010
Breathe deep into the shale,
vent your anger out into the deep blue
Strangle that rage in the seaweeds,
let the calming tortoise walk of peace
move slowly across the ocean floor bed
There, gently rest your troubled head,
and pacify your fiery emerald irises
Eco-green rage
cannon pointed at the toxic canisters
being dumped in
Eco-green zeal,
environmentally protecting
the baby seals
The trees, the air ... the birds in the air,
for these nature gems you care very much
You despise profiteering man’s
poisonous industrial touch
The water, the soil ... the creatures foraging in the soil,
for these natural jewels you’re willing to die
Seeing the spilt oil on the beach sand,
dirtying the pristine clean land,
makes you wanna cry
You have an eco-green glint of rage
rampaging in your eyes
Gamma-ray transformation has you hulking,
as you watch the earth
sink deeper and deeper into a
cesspool of man-made lyes
And the madder you get,
the stronger you get
Breathe deep into the magma shell,
vent your eco-green rage into the sky blue
Let your volcanic anger transform you,
and let it change
the surrounding sick atmosphere too
May your eco-green rage
pollute the perpetrators’ pockets
with shredded green confetti
Falling like radioactive rain,
draining their bank accounts steady
As their down pouring financial pain
floods the world economy stage ...
Tears of joy cool your hot, eco-green rage
Tickets went on sale to see Gary Barlow
A well loved singer, it will be a sell out show
My hubby was 1600th in the on-line queue
There were no tickets left when he got through
I went on the Internet to see if any were for sale
Yipee, I found a ticket, but my face went pale
The face value of the ticket was £163 pounds
but the price they were asking it just astounds
It was five times the cost of the original ticket
Such intense profiteering, it just isn’t cricket!
Title is a play on words – Gary Barlow was a member of a group called ‘take that’
The venue only holds around 2,000 people so ticket demand was very high and it sold out very quickly. Poetic licence used – hubby didn’t bother staying on line to get the tickets as he knew it would be sold out
* a British phrase - if behaviour is not cricket, it is not honest or moral
10-21-17
Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
fades to life less ethereal.
Off to work or off to school
our minds slip into the daily races fueled.
Never a thought or question as to the day's fate
until the moment rises when we're too late.
Too late for a loving hug or that kiss goodbye
when spirits are hurried in the by and by
but someone irrational and angry in a hateful thought
brings chaos to the innocence of youth caught;
The firefall spattered wide and random in its spray
fated to take all our innocence away,
while men in higher places and positions
look down stagnant sorrowful in contrition.
Their views and words so quickly relayed
saying the same repetitive explanations on parade
yet turn blind eyes to the anger of the crowd
who shout and cry at the newest shrouds.
What does it take for common sense solutions
to oppose the profiteering greed pollution
that overwhelms the general average populace
and holds down the real of Washington's disgrace?
Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
fades to life less ethereal.
Melanin lamentation
It appears to be the color of dread
Locked in
is a private penal profiteering feeling
Black site
has a plantation clandestine skin
Making abolition voices
invisible again
Usury jaws open like an abyss trapdoor,
predatory lending
got a bulging debtor belly once more
As the black robes
rattle strike
a corporate cobra plea deal —
Let the food chain shakedown siren lure
Leopard spot plastic bags
over the head
Casting poverty pawns
into the a domino pit repo hole
Obsidian wiles got a blue steal bracelet price tag;
dark bags under the eyes, dreams dead
Pale thoughts ... Pliny sleepless nights, no dawn:
Implantation device now in control
Overseer bound destination,
underneath the roulette task terrible Gulag will
Siberian tigers have a paper appetite,
turning into eclipse panthers when Dear occupant can’t pay the bill
01-14-22
Gross Income
80% of the entire global wealth
Is owned by 15% of the global population
Never before in the annals of human history
Has so much been owed
To so many
By so few
The economy is collapsing
All around us
People that we see
On the streets and suffering
The system setting ready for imploding
How did this come to be
That the poor and the ordinary
Are being pushed further into poverty
Kids are going hungry
Now it’s not just a problem for the third world
We’re all beginning to see
What it’s like to live with prosperities tourniquet
But there’s fat man in a big fat car
Sucking on a big fat cigar
And he doesn’t give a damn who you are
And there’s a house on a big fat hill
Where he sits sucking on a big fat world
A multi million construction of luxury
Yes his toes are always warm
Sits there in couldn’t care-less complacency
Big fat belly always full
Swimming pool is always cool
No he’s not part of what’s going on
Sits there with a big fat grin
Plugged into the profiteering
Bloodsucker of capitalism
And there’s a mother with a hungry baby
Her husband lost his job just this Monday
He’s out there on the porch staring at the ground
Because there is no work to be found
He was a cut back to save the gross income
And the profitable wages of a corporation
So the managing director
Could still take his two-month holiday in the sun
No it’s not his stomach that is empty
Why should he care he is wealthy
Big fat man in other peoples clothes
And walking around in other peoples shoes
Not his concern that the people on the streets
Haven’t got enough to eat
He just wants to make sure the chrome stays polished
On his fleet of cars
We all saw it coming
While we were all trying to live the dream
In this capital culture of ego need
Scrambling over each other
To catch the drips
From the big fat mans under exerted sweat
These days we all have to worry
Wonder how this crisis came to be
Yup; it’s all about the money and the slavery
And the avarice and the greed
Of the bloodsucking industry
Never before in the annals of human history
Has so much been owed
To so many
By so few