Best Sociallost Poems
I know now time never stands still
When it is due, pay your electric bill
Sometimes you have to sacrifice minutes to save hours
It is no picnic when you have no power
Being able to play your tunes, read a book at home is what it is all about
Electric companies now educate people about lockout tagout
No a/c in the heat of summer, no heat in the winter grip
Cannot see at night if I drop crumbs when eating my potato chips
No mercy for the young or old
Don't know which salsa I am grabbing, spicy or bold
Just keep it current so you don't pay the price
Think once, learn once, don't do it twice
I might as well be living in a cave
No stove top, no oven, no microwave
I ate cold hotdogs, elctric can opener, no Suaerkraut
What a situation, no communication, just lockout tagout
I have the money, just not the time
I call to get advice from 5-2-9
I tell her I have food, but way to heat it
She says once when she was lost in a jungle, she only had raw meat, but to survive she was forced to eat it
I am now eating and getting full
My carnivorous, primal instincts are now out of control
There are times that crops are lost during a drought
Learn from my mistakes, pay before a lockout tagout
I just had to get this out of my system
So many silent victims of lockout tagout I can't list em'
The Library (Words to the Wise)
Shhhhh! No talking strictly enforced!
Most folks abide, except children, of course
And those who can’t read, don’t care, or don’t want
Goof off in the corners, or sneeze
As sharp, darting eyes of librarians haunt
Do you think you can do as you please?
The wisdom of giants exudes from the walls
Words that amaze, mesmerize, and enthrall
Lie untouched, undusted, forgot, and unseen
For racks of harlequin romance
Replaced in small minds by pulp magazines,
The classics have lost their last chance
Mindless amusement is what the world craves
Poe and Lord Byron must cringe in their graves
Dickens and Tolstoy and Steinbeck don’t matter
Now Paris and Brittany rule
All lost in celebrity gossip and chatter
The true kings and queens look the fool
But one in a thousand sees past all the fluff
They pass by the newspaper comics and stuff
To linger and learn from some eloquent master
Igniting a dazzling epiphany
A small step for culture to detour disaster
And rise above kitsch and banality.
An understanding of mainstream culture,
no matter if it means all, or null t’yer
they feed off dead souls like a spiritual vulture,
infiltration of cultural capitol, register ya fee,
keeping it pure, so there’s no levy for me,
alienated in individuality, check our collective chi,
domination through mass monopolisation,
the same culture, with a chop and change nation,
screwing every man, woman and child, privatisation.
Feelin I can change this, help me please,
stop them taking the p**s, levying fee’s,
it’s illegal to pay taxes, with mashed up trees,
all our countries are corporations, corrupt,
so are our PERSON’s, a fact although abrupt,
all love lost just look at prenupt-
ual agreement, relationship, another transaction,
collective consciousness, riding with no traction,
we are all lost in action...in the confused faction.
Time to unite and bind, we
maybe supprised at what we find,
we are the deaf, led by the blind,
but never mind, we can open our eyes,
and learn to hear, their end will
never come near, yet we all
bury our heads in fear.
No more, realise your immense
power, learn the law, the
frontline of our war, peaceful
non-cooperation, with their
words we bring them spontaneous
annihilation, this is the freeman
on probation, for his infiltration
and acceptance into gods real nation.
May we collectively be free, and
become the pillars under which
our children will flourish, and
their hearts be kept pure.
One love.
stigma shadows the word
crown ward
foster care
billions made every year
with stolen children
profits are near
prejudice blinds your eyes
children taken every day
here
and near
parents love them
fight to keep
children lost
taken in your sleep
courts take them
one foster home
becomes the tenth
love is lost
business grows
money is made
on broken homes
eighteenth birthday
comes
child tossed
new ones
to find
and take away
Englands allways gloomy and dark and its getting on her nerves
Why cant we have some african sunshine they got plenty in reserve
Oh how she wishes for some third world sunshine
Because a free all over tan would suit her just fine
They say the rain in spain falls mainly on the plain
In Englands case it falls everywhere and to her a constant pain
She cant wear her Versace or Gucci when shes out on the town
Because guarenteed come saturday night it will be throwing down
Shes wishes she could shift the tilt of the earth to where Africa sits now
And...if she were some kind of superhero she'd do it and to this she makes a vow
Because this rainy climate stops her doing all that she holds dear to her and
treasure
Shopping going out with friends in short it messes with her leisure
His name is Mbele today he lost his daughter
They have poverty and disease here but she died from lack of water
Hes one of the fortunate ones hes had an education
When relief workers came here 4 years ago he prayed they had found salvation
They dug the wells and for a time they had the precious water
But they were forced to leave because of civil war factions bent on slaughter
These last 3 years hes lost 2 sons a wife and now his beautiful daughter
It hasent rained here for 2 years now and he as to walk 20 miles for water
Starvation Hiv and drought are taking them one by one
Soon this makeshift village will die everybody gone
He has to make 10 mile round trip on foot twice a week
When he gets there what was once a river now is barely just a creek
He doesent know where is next meals coming from and just doesent know what to
do
You people he thinks to himself he really envies you
Hes heard it said you have water in your houses by just turning on a tap
He wishes this country of his was nearer to you peoples on the map
Hes seen his family die before him by the bullet and the drought
And what is commonplace and plentiful for you his people are dying without
A tale of stale beer
moss and lost years
here in this joint
where life has no point
as the varicose nose
throws another one down
looks slowly around
with a glassy eyed gaze
he staggers and sways
but the tipsy old hack-
throws another one back
and hollers to mabel
more ale if you're able
and the barkeep chagrined
reluctant,gives in-
lights up a cigar
as he wipes down the bar
and the varicose nose
so drowsy it grows
sinks down into sleep
so blissfully deep
escaping the tears...
the cost of lost years.