Best Socialist Poems
Limericks crochetés: Once French Socialist met Brit counterpart
Once French Socialist met Brit counterpart
They turned right and round and round each other:
Frenchman took two steps right
Brit four right steps with might:
Ended up one on top of the other !
Then they met American new Leftist
Who taught them how to do the ragtime twist:
Turn left and then to right
And the twist will come right:
Now Far West Leftist sandwiched well-betwixt !
The Three met Russian-Chinese Communist
And danced round the Maypole on May Day feast:
A little to the left
And ropes knot in the cleft:
East showed West how to beat the Marxist “Beast” !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Upper class clowns and socialists
always whining from their crystal palaces.
Fine dining ...greasy lipped pimps
Lecturing the working man, on global warming,
who just topped off their private ride
with ozone poking jet fuel piss-
Upper class clowns and socialists,
always cawing about American gluttony
the distribution of wealth.
While wearing dead pelts around swollen necks and double chins
blood diamonds dangling from pampered pinkies
weeping crocodile tears about the evils
of the second amendment..
While behind Clive Christian scented ((((gated communities)))))
their private security dogs armed to the teeth-
Upper class clowns and socialists
burning brooks,,, babbling about lack of freedom
while strolling naked over minimum waged-manicured lawns.
dipping painted toes in minimum waged maintained pools
sipping minimum waged martinis under a commies red dawn..
So eager to take you to task
for not wearing one of their commie red masks.
Playing their little shrinking violet games...
Only half out of their-socialist closets.
hypocritical yapping -socialist autocrats-
ADVICE TO A YOUNG SOCIALIST
You’d better be good
You’d better not cry
You don’t get what you should
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus ain’t coming to town
The governments got
No gold Apple tree
It gets all of its pot
From you and from me
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
Politicians in glee
Like to give things away
But for everything free
Someone else has to pay
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
I know you feel entitled
To have everything you need
Provided by a welfare state
That the government decreed
But
You’d better not claim
More entitlements due
You’d better see plain
I’m telling you true
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
So it’s time that you’ve grown
Responsibility
You better postpone
That next spending spree
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
And it’s time that you knew
Though it may cause you strife
Father Christmas not true
No one owes you a life
Santa Clause ain’t coming to town
You think that it’s unfair that
Someone else has more than you
And a proxy act of plunder
Will purloin what you feel due
But you‘d better not whine
You’d better not pout
That you want to some of mine
In another handout
And there is no big list
Of goodies for you
Better try and exist
On what you yourself do
Sant Claus ain’t coming to town
Hark! That rustling of the leaves
makes me wobbly at the knees,
or did I dream of Thatcher’s ghost
chasing "wets" from post to post?
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When Tony Blair bashed up Hussein,
no Robin Hood at home bought gain.
Who then yet may save the day?
Who remains to show the way?
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouser? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
Like Superman he flits about.
cosh in hand, with mighty clout.
He is a man of iron fist,
the last remaining socialist.
He hears each worker's woeful cry:
like Joe Hill he'll never die.
When Marx shall rise from Highgate's tomb,
capitalists will meet their doom.
Horn-rimmed his specs, his suit dull-brown,
he swoops like an eagle down.
He'll give each grabbing boss the boot
and share with us the ill-gotten loot.
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouzer? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
But if still the point you missed:
He's the last remaining socialist.
A French party primary vote cast doubt
On whether the organisers could count.
Shares of the vote were shown
Before the turn-out was known,
Which is proof of a mathematical rout.
And of that not a shadow of doubt !
(No fake news here. Refers to the presidential primary, first round, by France’s Parti Socialist on January 20. Run off on Jan. 27)
The rotting of a socialist
I knew of a young man a rebel who wanted
his country to adopt the Scandinavian model of socialism.
He was elected to great acclaim by the people,
to do what he wanted taxes had to go up especially among
the wealthy and upper middle classes and they rebelled
by slurring him in the newspapers, lurid tales about sex orgies
and a luxury living, people turned against him he was not re-elected
After some years’ people found he was not a bad egg
and he was elected as president again.
Now he was a changed man didn`t care less about the Left
or the right, he just wanted to be president in his self- belief
gave tax relief to the rich prices went up, people
protested they wanted him to go.
He refuses to do so, many people are killed he doesn`t care
turned from a good man into a bloody dictator
who will keep his power at whatever cost and has to
be removed by whatever means.
Viva Nicaragua.
The socialist
Spilt coffee on the kitchen table
the liquid formed the face of Jesus, as painted by an artist.
The face has idealized the sum of we hoped for
handsome and not old.
Jesus was the Assange of his time, a contrarian telling
us the truth; we don’t like being told the truth.
The church, the capitalist of the time, adopted him
like he should be one of them.
They only did this when too many believed in his teaching
and the put quotes in his mouth what he never said.
Born in a stable by a lower-class family who was behind in rents
and thrown out, his father too up carpentry which Jesus
was no good at doing
He was more bookish walking around critical of the regime
which arrested him and then crucified him as a warning to
his many fans, but his equality talks are still around today
we call it socialism.
socialist hatchlings peeping -while growing plump on democracy's worm
Socialist Thinking
By: Miracle Man
2/23/2020
We are fast becoming a country,
radicalized by those with the idea,
that everything should be free,
and the rich punished.
To close the gap between rich and poor,
They advocate bringing those with less, up,
by bringing those with more, down.
I am a Democratic Socialist
I believe that the People should rule
I believe that the taxes collected
should be used for each life-saving tool
For nobody gets rich on a island
and it isn’t just fortune or luck
It takes legislative-corporate corruption
it is capitalism, running amok
All those products the billionaires sell us
charging upgrades for every new year
Truth be told, if we just stopped the buying
it is they who would feel all the fear
For the rich only care about money
keeping Office is what Reps fight for
And the taxes we pay keep on feeding
the corruption that always wants more