Best Slackers Poems
Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting “Trick-or-Treats.”
And eagerly we’ll each collect
Confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we’ll abandon you
If you even start to lag!
No slackers in OUR party
As we dash from door to door.
Unlit locations far removed
Instinctively we ignore.
Our goal: to get all we can hold
This wickedly winsome night,
This “Hallowed Eve” of children’s dreams
For fancy and delight.
A time that kids’ imaginings
Collectively take flight
In form of costumes of all kinds-
Of whimsy and of fright.
For Dale and I, that’s part of the fun,
But even better yet
Is what we’ve counted the days off FOR-
The bounty we’re going to get!
And through the dark we onward dart.
Watch as we trespass
People’s lawns, but yards with dogs
We cleverly bypass.
And when we need to go back home
To get more paper sacks,
We drop off treats we’ve got so far,
Then quickly double back. . .
Until we’ve covered every block
Of every foreknown spot
That we had ever frequented
And some that we had not!
Then good and late we homeward speed
With just a little dread,
For darkened windows greet us
And most folks have gone to bed.
We throw our candies on the floor,
So much there is to eat!
We count each chewy chocolate bar,
Each popcorn ball and sweet.
We toss out raisins, apples,
Tiny suckers, silly fruit,
Or give them to our siblings
Who received too little loot.
Then off to bed, our day complete,
We dream of how we’ll feast
Each day with glee, while savoring
Our treasury of treats.
For the Halloween Night Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
My favorite President is yet to be
He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun
First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime
Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled
He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever
He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker
Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected
~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
'Your Favorite President Contest' ~
they say:
we are slackers and meek
but we worked over 40 hours a week
they say:
we dont embrace or know how to use technology
but this digital age was formed by our knowledge
they say:
we contributed nothing to todays society
but it was laid by our sweat and creativity
now that:
social media is todays must do lifestyle thing
the gen x founders are its leaders and kings
now that:
ebay and amazon is beyond being a dream
it was gen x'er who made it into daily reality
now that:
into every home a computer now sits
because gen x'ers embraced and used their wits
now that:
everyone uses the world wide web
not embraced by gen x it may lay in cobwebs
do they realise:
gen x has been front and canter of the EV revolution
a need to cut carbon footprint and the air pollution
do they realise:
that the steaming of media content
gen x pioneered this common advent
do they realise:
because of the gen x fraternity
texting is a thing in todays society
do they realise:
they pioneered sharing from uber to airbnb
because gen x had the foresight to see
we now live in this wonderful digital age
because gen x took us out of analogues cage
so many of todays modern trends
you can thank the x'er gens
Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming thick
black-tar, seeking release from big-haired-
bards &synth-pop-psychiatrist.
seeking freedom from German-hammers
& London-fog,
searching with work boots unsalted;
For a new kind of weather.
Earth-sister-pixie over caffenated
Balarina dancing rythm-less to a new
discorded blues dreaming of jazz and
feminist revolution; building a new alternative-
nation a new president Kennedy,
Shouting rain soaked rebellion in Starbucks
Between vicodin and shots of expresso.
Souls coming together in mosh-pits of
Discontent everclear-mud and hormone-
laced sweat coming down together;
Drinking rivers to drench the fires of MDMA.
Indian outlaws lost in the dextroverse,
Seeking the pain of country music, but
the Appalachian's were lost bathed in
black-lights&neon the coal miners daughter,
left the hollers for the Seattle fog&adderall .
O' lomo tinted cherubs that filled the 90's
morgues screaming love songs to familiar spirits
Of delta-blues my girls & boys here's where
You sleep tonight put to rest by your own
Divine-hands seeking Nirvana, and all
You ever wanted was there in your arms but
The man in the box would tell you otherwise,
And still nothing else mattered.
IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA
BASE FORTHWITH.
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS,
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS,
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, SHRINKS, COLONEL
CLINKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES,VENDORS, SUPPLIERS,
SALESMEN, ACCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS,
HACKERS, SLACKERS, WHACKERS, JERKS, SOLICITORS, SIDEKICKS,
COHORTS, WINGMEN, WHEELMEN, LOOKOUTS, OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS,
RELATIVES, FIANCES, BOYFRIENDS, GIRLFRIENDS, FRIENDS, FOES,
ENEMIES, EVIL NEMESIS’, DERELICTS, DEGENERATES, DOPERS, DEALERS,
TWEEKERS, GAMBLERS, RAMBLERS, CANVASSERS, INQUIRERS, QUEERS,
QUEENS, COWBOYS, KINGS, FAGS, DRAGS, HAGS, HETEROS, HOMOS, TONY
ROMOS, FEMALE IMPERSONATORS, [PRE OR POST] MALE IMPERSONATORS,
DICKS, DYKES, VAN DYKES, DICK VAN DYKE, LESBIANS, LONGSHOREMEN,
SHORTSHOREMEN, LIARS, BUYERS, CRYERS, CIGAR SMOKERS, CARPET
MUNCHERS, RUG RATS, TODDLERS, TEENAGERS, JUVENILE DILINQUENTS,
SENIORS, SUCKERS, TRUCKERS, MOTHER shut yer mouth, LAW MAKERS,
LAWYERS, ATTORNEYS, JUDGES, POLITICIANS, LEADERS, FOLLOWERS,
DISCIPLES, PROPHETS, EVANGELISTS, SAVIORS, SINNERS, SAINTS,
SOOTHSAYERS, MEDICENE MEN, GYPSYS, TRAMPS, AND THIEVES, WITCHES,
WARLOCKS, VAMPIRES, LYCANS, ZOMBIES, WAR MONGERS, PROTESTERS,
VIGILANTES, VICTIMS, SOLIDERS, GENERALS, GOVERNORS, PRESIDENTS,
PATRIOTS, PACKERS, LIONS, BEARS, BROWNS, BLACKHAWKS, REDWINGS,
RIGHT WING, LIBERALS OR LAW BIDING CITIZENS. THEY ARE NOT TO
CONTACT ME AND LOOSE MY NUMBERS.
BUT, IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.
BA-ZING!
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Each day foul critters infest our house
Though not by slipping in like a mouse
We just press a button
Or buy a subscription
To get news wrote or spoke by a louse
These creatures of the two legged kind
Try hard each day to persuade our mind
With sly information
That helps the causation
Of the falling apart of mankind
They tout the need for unearned welfare
Claim hard earned profits are so unfair
And granting amnesty
Is a good policy
Plus growing our debt is fine they swear
For those who work hard earning their way
Give what they can and put some away
Are sick of the slackers
Prodded by the backers
Whose aim is using half truths to sway
It’s hard to ignore those talking heads
But it’s not right to tear them to shreds
Yet there’s a solution
And with execution
We can spread liberty in their stead
We’ll put Obama pic’s and golf caps
Along with a taped speech that he yapped
In a human sized crate
Coz it’s time to create
A main stream media Have-A-Heart trap
Like it or not, these traps are humane
But anyways, we’ll have much to gain
So, once we have caught
All those who have brought
Disinformation causing brain drain
We’ll squeeze all of them in through a pipe
Along with politicians who hype
Irrationality
And immorality
Into a sphere of the livable type
In there they can tax to the extreme
And promote their harmful fairness schemes
But when they’re out of dough
They will lip read our NO!
Since their bubble is a sound proof dream!
While others fall through the cracks of society,
I confront every crack with a willing dive and leap.
I am the greatest slacker that has ever come to be,
never contributing anything to anything or anybody,
always taking the path of least resistance religiously.
Once while collecting unemployment, while on welfare
and social security disability,
while also collecting a pension I received monthly,
a government official paid a visit to me.
Now I live in a resort prison of very minimum security.
Room and board, three square meals, everything that I need,
to live the rest of my life comfortably absolutely work free.
I am the most successful slacker of all slackers
that have ever come to be.
The more you do a thing, you’ll find,
The better that it gets.
By slacking off, it’s obvious
That you will have regrets.
Developing a skill or else
Rehearsing for a show,
It’s repetition that you need
To blossom and to grow.
Commitment and determination
Are the surefire keys
To open up potential,
Though to varying degrees.
For only those who give their all
Will bask in their success,
While slackers’ outcomes will belie
The efforts they profess.
The backslider stepped into the chapel like an angel,
Outwardly, he is full of piety,
Inwardly, he is only a pity.
True bliss left him, even purity and dignity.
Though he mingled with the Churchyard
And in prayer session, he prays even louder,
So you get inspired and pray too with strong power.
Joyfully some backsliders will rise and shine again,
While others remain in their stain and gross pain.
If i were you oh backslider...
I will stand up and fight the destroyer.
You must strive and maintain your spiritual drive,
What drives you should be the cross,
For in him there is no loss.
Arise backsliders and stop being slackers,
Christ is coming son.
CM Onyilo
(Lightning Ink).
Those Words
Message to idiots everywhere. You can run but can't hide. We'll find you and expose you for the idiots you are. Idiot alert on the TV. Full of idiots. We're going to find you and expunge you. Consider yourselves targets of the state. We don't want idiots in our country. Oh no. We want an idiot free zone. No Putin's or slackers allowed. Idiots in the newspapers. You're number 2 in line to get it. Bad reporting and slander won't be tolerated. After you, it's the turn of the back stabbing workers who spread gossip and name call. A special fate awaits you. Get ready to be zonked. Idiots beware!
Complain. Complain; COMPLAIN.
They do it for all to see in disdain.
Drama, Drama, Drama, DRAMA,
Take it all back to your Mama.
Complaining about their job,
They hate it; They hate co-workers.
Getting angry, beginning to Sob,
They are all slackers and lurkers.
They Hate job; They get No satisfaction.
No benefits I receive as a Worker.
No one Here that meets Classification,
Yes, even my Boss completely Quirkier.
Complain, Complain, Drama AGAIN.
They do it everyday, Such A Sin.
Drama, Drama, Complaining to All,
Running, Running, to get another Call,
Why, Why do they stay To Complain?
They do it to be Unhappy in Vain.
Drama of Life, Work, just to COMPLAIN,
Needing Turmoil, DRAMA, on Their Brain,
There’s always one drunk at the dinner party; an embarrassing shame
Ne’er to be invited back again
It doesn’t complement the tortured duck foie gras crackers
And the sinfully boring conversations lamenting benefit scrounging slackers
Everyone else is clunkily overdressed, not to mention, anxious and stressed
Even the halibut’s looking depressed.
The darling children all love to whinge
The chubby husbands are all thinner on Hinge
I drain the whisky bottle, and the host hands me some tea
It’s happened again; I guess the drunk must be me.
Evie H
An Incentive to Excel
Written: by Tom Wright
6/24/2018
Employee compensation should be based on merit,
But the slackers among us never want to hear it.
For each has a skill set that we bring to the table,
With an ability to do things that others aren’t able.
All would earn the same if slackers had their druthers,
These slackers at heart ride the coattails of others.
Some do mediocre work while seeking other’s praise,
Like minded grab signs seeking an undeserved raise;
Higher taxes and legalization is the solution of choice,
By caving legislators, whom we’ve entrusted with our voice;
As slackers look around, many troubling things they see,
But think it’s OK, if it doesn’t unfavorably affect me.
Most budgets aren’t infinite and are limited by scope,
An incentive to excel was what gave this employee hope.
My belief is,
Money doesn’t change habits or motivate one to do a good job!
If slackers got the same raise as others, they’d remain slackers, just higher paid.
Never settle for being less than the top guy.
Tom
I really hate to be a big crude prude
But what do you consider to be finger food?
And are some of us kind of slackers
How about cookies or maybe crackers?
Then what about if we fly on a trapeze
And maybe might add piece of cheese
Then what if we were to fall
After we finally had to eat it all.
How about having some fruit instead
Which is better for you Doctor said
That should always be a human trait
And all people will properly regulate.
What Love Might Say!
I don’t construe to earn the love of folks I’ll never meet
and yet I share my heart, my soul and place them at your feet,
aspire instead to share my life and do so with some art.
I don’t require World’s praise or fame but hope to play a part
in making Earth a kinder place, with ‘metered verse’ that rhymes.
Though Stanford brands my dream to be more relic of the past,
says verse that sings is so passé and doomed (will never last),
that minds more “blank” (their words), and “free” frame fame in modern times,
I beg to differ! Slackers quail, still one can learn from them,
but discipline is no mistake and can’t be bought or whim?
And ‘blank verse’ poets claim it too, it’s true, ‘blank verse’ can flow,
a discipline that’s worth respect, which rhymers also know!
Let me not judge ‘words place on page’ that claims to show some skill,
muse diarrhea, babble’s stream, means jump to feet, salute?
I’d rather praise ‘blank page’ as art and call its muse astute!
Lines skipped, words prance (or dance around): carved stiff shows puppet’s will
or parrots will of sycophants (as lazy as bum’s muse)!
I’ll buy your sh*t, and you buy mine, imaginations fuse,
diversity of view’s mute victim found where form prevails
and lovely thoughts meet death at last, Don Juan's pursuit of tails!
‘Free verse’ flaunts lack of rhythm, rhyme, its output plates with gold!
But truth? Free’s like an emperor who wears transparent clothes,
ambition’s bare! ‘Free verse’ has worth and can be valued prose.
But rise to claim it’s poetry? Real Love might say, “That’s bold!”
Brian Johnston
12th of August in 2020