Best Sell Out Poems
Fanatics in Talibama
stadiums of bigoted extravaganza
hopefully supporters one day held to account
for abusing children in the name
of evangelical doctrine
He assassinates foreign officials
as terrorists like to do
he supplies Saudi Arapia
so they can kill more children than you
he loves his small fingers and his walls
He runs his concentration camps
he stops the needy from eating food stamps
socialism is all so very bad
unless is to help the richly glad
or paying hookers for the peeing mad hatter
Many cronies gone to jail
he will sell out his family
never mind sell-out the USA and democracy
he's Putin's batch and that's a fact
for years washing money for those Russian rats
He downed a plane for his re election
he said Obama would do the same
however Obama it seems was not insane
Trump committed crimes against humanity
time for him to face the wall
Of justice
We are all strippers on a stage
choreographed of broken dreams.
Our materialistic schemes
drown values in whiskey bottles.
We are all strippers on a stage
who put down our pillow case veils,
dawned a garter belt, sold our souls
for the price of our panty hose.
We are all strippers on a stage
who can not keep with this life style:
with nights too long and days too short,
where a candle burns on both ends
a center burns out; we sell out.
We are all strippers on a stage:
vibrate and shimmer for dollars,
feed this addictive scenery.
(modified quatern)
'Sell out your country' is what they said,
As water kept dripping on his head.
Two days had passed since he went to bed.
'Sell out your country' is what they said.
Three days passed since he had been fed.
Denial of his Rights had not been read.
'Sell out your country' is what they said,
As water kept dripping on his head.
It's ok that I'm Native American:
If I am attractive and half naked,
If I am uneducated,
If I speak in broken English,
And sing Christian songs.
It's ok that I'm Native American:
If I am passive and subdued,
If I smile all the time,
If I fit the stereotype,
And am not opinionated.
It's ok that I'm Native American:
If I suffer memory loss,
Don't want to know my peoples' history,
Remain idle and submissive,
And can forgive genocide.
It's ok that I'm Native American:
The kind that was in old movies,
Who said how and heap big time,
Make a mockery of tradition,
Sell out to avoid confrontation.
It's ok that I'm Native American:
If I accept my lot in life,
Stay where I'm told to stay,
Sit down and shut my mouth,
And allow others to think I am inferior.
That is what they tell me,
Before they turn and walk away.
When my existence is their shame,
They refuse to listen and then they say:
"It's ok that you're an Indian".
All preparation had been completed
The big night was finally here
At three in the afternoon I went to dress rehearsal
Stood on the Gaiety stage for the first time - I didn’t have any fear!
Three lovely ladies
We were standing behind our microphones
Reciting our poems .. to an audience of ONE
Rows and rows of empty seats – tonight they would soon fill
Would nerves finally hit me, would I start to feel ill …
We had a few hours to kill before the show would start
Hubby and I went for a meal before I played my part
I dressed in my lovely frock – our act would all wear black and white
The theatre was a sell out, much to our delight
The performance kicked off at eight o’clock
Our slot was in the second half so we sat and watched the show
Joined in with the audience from spare seats on the back row
Time passed by so quickly once the show had begun
We rolled about with laughter the acts were such great fun
The interval came and we had to go
Soon the time would come for us to perform
It was freezing cold backstage I wore my cardigan to keep warm!
Our names were announced and we walked onto the stage
Lights shone down on the three of us
But the audience was a sea of faces in the dark
I was first to recite my poem
‘Seven men you definitely wouldn’t want to date’
Not a sign of stage fright at all
Di recited ‘The Fine’ and Irene ‘1958’
Then it was back to me with ‘Just Desserts’
It was the very first funny poem I’d written
Di’s ‘Night Nuisance’ and Irene’s ‘A Transcript’ poems followed
With poetry we are all smitten
With massive smiles on our faces we walked off the stage
Came back later to take a bow
The audience applause was rapturous – I can still hear it in my head now!
Last night I performed on stage at a charity event in front of 600 people … it was my first time on a ‘proper’ stage at the Victorian Gaiety Theatre and was the most incredible night of my life! The night raised awareness of Parkinson's Disease and Alzheimer's and raised over £6000 ($7410) from ticket sale alone - there were bucket collections too.
11~19~16
4-17- Silence
Psychedelic bubbles
in my cooling hot chocolate
The frothy surface like the
life giving neoprenic sludge
(hypothetical scientific origin)
Bubble’s spectrum slightly amiss
from rainbow hues
and universal in its colorful rotation
Observed, enthralled
for an unknown amount
but my worst fears arrived
in time only necessary motion
Alas there was no big-bang
Art?
Perhaps too post modernistic
to sell out an auditorium
but such latent haphazardness
was used on the
black and white
paint spattered
silver chair shadowed
by approaching set
and the anticipatory ants
who watched my mountainous meal
crumble
(dare I to defend what’s left)
No, for I can appreciate
the natural nature
of artistic corrosive disorder
She waits for me beyond this shower certain.
I could open it, and be anything I choose to be.
I could have stashed a box of chocolates behind the towels, and
rush into the bedroom with them, and a Hallmark.
Is it my rebellious sprit that has stopped me from behaving this way,
because I don’t want to be told this is the day I should express my love to her.
Could it be that I see her as more than a piece of meat, stepping into my trap so that I shall have my way with her on a prescribed day of the year.
I can’t stop myself from thinking of the saying “Give the people what they want”
But what if what they want is a stupid idea created by Madison Avenue profiteers.
Yeah, well anyway, there’s a box of chocolates, a Hallmark, a bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped necklace, and a cute little bear that does a dance and sings "it’s ladies night" waiting for her. Yes I am a sell out, and I will not try to disguise it with a maybe. When they bring me up on charges for being a conformist, they’ll use that against me. My only defense will be… “It made me feel so damn good to see my baby smile.”
I have been
A shut in and shut out
Kicked in and kicked out
Strung up and strung out
Sore thumb that's stuck out
I'm not a saint or girl scout
But I've cut ink and bled out
Mi vida loca like "Blood In Blood Out"
And each one I've wrote about
Knowing at least I'm not a sell out
This is the therapy of my soul shout!
I'm not looking for a handout
Persuading you I have clout
I do this for me…
If this you ever do doubt
Then you can kick rocks and get the hell out
Thank you dear Lynda McCarthy for your love, understanding, passion and guidance
They are whispering now, yes I hear people talk,
‘Think she’s got mental problems?’ Is all that I’ve got.
You better believe I’m as sane as sane gets,
In an insane world, and one filled with regrets.
Yeah I might be sad, anxious, even paranoid too,
But I’d prefer that over what’s become of you,
For you've made this world such a strange place,
We can no longer take pride, look ourselves in the face.
You’d sell out your soul and to more than one bidder
If it meant that your bank account would become fitter;
The people who built you up to the best you could be,
Are the people you fail to remember, or see;
For it’s all about ‘me’ and ‘look what I’VE done,’
But when you’re standing alone it’s no longer much fun.
You think my life’s easy, I should swallow the pill,
Yes, it could be much worse though it’s still been uphill.
Though it’s easy to spiral we defy gravity,
The only one deciding my fate will be me,
And you better be damned sure I’ll come out on top,
For, with no silver spoon, I don’t know how to flop.
But I do know to fight, and to stand my ground,
Hold firm to my values, not get pushed around.
And when the times get tough I know just what to do,
I rely on myself, my hard work, unlike you.
I don’t ask for handouts, or for others to serve,
I will do it myself and I will do it with verve.
For I know and appreciate the skills I will learn,
It’s all one big classroom – this life we must earn.
And I’m counting my blessings, they’re important to me,
Those precious few souls –friends, mentors, family.
So when the mountains need carrying and the rain it pours,
My resilience muscles flex stronger than yours.
The advantages you flaunted over the years
Will not serve you at all when we get to the tears.
I will move that great mountain, and I’ll carry yours too,
For I have compassion, and now I will teach you.
for the love of money / people will rob their own brother
for the love of money/ people will sell out completely
for the love of money/ people will abort their own family
for the love of money/ people will claim a territory
for the love of money/ people will give you false glory
"Ohh mighty Dollar "
standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave
it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain
i will not move
no i can not move
fear has taken over me
how cold
how sad
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head
with eyes and ears
who do not get caught
for They Are Many
and i am only one
trust no one....
is not just a saying
but a truth to live by
for they know the price of blood
and will sell out all who get in their way
"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)
Ain’t Nuthin To Do in Lubbock
By David J Walker
The Killer came to town
Jerry lee Lewis and his pal
Jim Ed Brown
Playin at the municipal coliseum
To a sell out crowd
Payin up to 5 bucks
Just to see ‘em playin loud
But… that Ain’t Nuthin
Cause Asleep At The Wheel an
Jerry Jeff Walker an The Mains Brothers,
Waylon n Willie and a lot of others
Includin Alvin Crow were still knocking em dead at
Back to back weekend shows
At the Cotton Club
While all the musicians in town
went to see Stevie Ray V
wailing on his fender
At Stubbs where Lou kept the BBQ ribs
And the cold beer comin
Joe Ely was there being cool
playin pool
tradin licks Jesse guitar Taylor
And Some fool still says….
Ain’t nuthin to do in Lubbock
Pitfalls are all over
Economy flunking...
Rich people are partying
Enjoying their lives...
God's message ignored
Stepped on and forgotten...
People's morals are low
Demands placed on others are very sky high...
People are ready
To sell out each other...
For a measly dollar,
Their own advancement...
Who is at fault?
Of course... politicians!!!
...Or may be George Orwell
Was right all along:
"Under the sprawling chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they and here lie we
Under the sprawling chestnut tree."
Lord of Lies
With an absent mind
We’re evasive or we lie;
Lies that shortly blind;
We don’t mean harm
In a prank or a joke
But dazzle and charm,
We’d not lie to kill
Or lie to mislead.....
We only lie to thrill!
The mask we wear
Or disguise we stage
Is aimed to court cheer;
Nay, a smile hides pain,
A pat thwart failure
To break fear’s chain.
To wear self inside-out
Makes you a bad friend
Or a perfect sell-out!
“There’s tart in Paradise,
‘Devil wields a folk..”
Are lies averting demise!
Many times, things
By their reverse we say
Like fun irony brings.
We cry when happy
Laugh when enraged....
Swearing is a wet nappy!
Lie mankind
Lie in the name of mirth
You’ll be the most kind!
For, the naked truth
Is a naked problem
That brings no ruth!
JM
21st Nov’ 2013
THE END IS HERE I STILL PRAISE GOD IN THIS YEAR OF 2038
The year is 2038
And in this year of 2038
Some people yet still find it odd
That me and others yet still are praising God
Well, that's a job in part..WELL DONE
Babies are born in
Come from heaven
Replenishing the dying out elderly
Social security now history
Misused and depleted in 2019
Disappeared ran solvent by governmental means
New age still new old age no more
The beast says take his mark
If you wanna eat anymore
Well there were to many sparrows, pigeons, dandelion grass and squirrels
Won't be a sell out
I'm fed and fill in Christ
In this year of 2038
Some people yet still find it odd
That me and others yet still are praising God
Stand don't run, don't fall flee the devil
Seek Christ our Lord and God
For He shall provide all
One world rule, you fool this world is God's
We (you're) just a caretaker
Human still do those foolish things, foolish thing
Some people find it off
That I'm still praising God
You know I would rather see His face is peace and grace
Be on the mercy seat
Than to see His face condemn and be placed on His judgement seat
Hope is less more is no more
Being satisfied no more blessed
I can't relate
Man still conceited
Things He's all that I can't relate
Help this world Savoir
My God it's 2038
It's 2038
10/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018