She always thought she was a cut above others
The most beautiful, the richest , the best
A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive
When with her, peoples patience were put to the test
Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered
She was insincere, rude and vain
Never gave or did for another
In her eyes other women were unattractive and plain
Committed to a lunch work meeting
At a restaurant by the sea
It was a beautiful sunny day
Being with work plebs is not where she wanted to be
Glammed up to the eyeballs
She reluctantly arrived
Disgusted at having to be even near the plebs
She went to have a cigarette outside
She could see the plebs through the window
Looking at them down her perfect nose
Hoping to be rid of these deadbeats soon
In their embarrassing low budget clothes
Her negative ,superior body language was obvious
As she stood outside full of false pride
When several seagulls flew above her and let rip
Raucous laughter heard from the plebs inside
My bears' beard came in when I turned eighteen.
I dipped my audacity in manhood
and it spit me out like sugarless tea.
The trenches near sent me back to curfews.
A man must talk and bear his own garbage:
He runs, He dies, and breaks his spine for pay
that’s bare. He does not shed tears to carnage,
He wars gracefully- like Frank to the Sway.
I never was taught to war silently
like shirts that know the wrath of a pen leak;
to walk giant and to laugh defiantly
at the loud drums and dances of deadbeats.
But I swear by my face to the beehive
I am – by my way- a man come alive!
Deadbeats
Written: by Miracle Man
August 5 2021
They avoid opportunities in which to shine,
they’ve refused to work, and have chosen to whine,
Steady work would mean they might perspire,
So they depend on others for each heart’s desire.
They feel entitled and are always scowling,
and like a hit dog, they’re always howling.
Believing one day a year, if you sweat you’ll die,
and not knowing which day, they refuse to try.
“There is no labor that a man can do that’s undignified-
if he does it right.”
Bill Cosby
The month has ended and paydays here
for all who waited their monthly cheer
When some will say they're always broke
when spending money's daily hope
That those who spend in just one day
will say that money's meant for play
When debts go by for passing time
and governed earned are parties chime
There has just been a new addition to the Self Family,
Which calls for all family members to undergo Self-Assessment,
The new member of the family has been named Self Isolation.
The welfare of family will depend on,
How well they respond to the demands of Self Isolation,
And that they remain Selfless until Self Isolation no longer,
Requires them to stay by his side,
And not wander off with Selfishness,
Or give into the demands of Self-loathing, Self-Harm or Self-doubt.
They should refrain from being tempted out of their bubble by the Selfies,
And other deadbeats who could undermine future relationships,
With Self Worth.
If Self Isolation becomes too hard to handle,
Self-Respect, Self-Image, Self-Control, Self-Belief and Self Help,
Can be contacted online or by phone,
So, they can look at themselves in the mirror without Self Regret.
If your children — those losers — are moving back home
even though they were told to explore and to roam,
treat the deadbeats with tact
and remember a fact —
it was YOUR DNA inside YOUR chromosome.
The homeless are forced to beg on the streets:
their shame cuts deeper than the eye can see.
So, before you label them deadbeats:
ask yourself, what if that beggar was me?
But for the grace of God, that could be you,
relying on compassion and pity.
Stop and consider what they're going through,
panhandling in the dregs of the city.
You cannot picture yourself in their shoes:
you've never stepped outside your comfort zone.
And muttering, you'll just spend it on booze:
you fling barbed words that degrade with their tone.
Charity is a noble endeavor
that depends upon the kindness you give.
And good or bad, Karma flows forever;
fueled by how you have chosen to live.
Imagine how wonderful it would feel
if a stranger decided to help you.
Would you not want Angels to be real,
though Angels amongst us are rare and few?
Looking at people
Looking Straight Up
Up to no good
Up to something
Something is awry.
Something is wrong
Wrong if I stand up
wrong if I speak out
Abusers are sitting.
Abusers are seated
Seated in the Senate
Seated in Congress
Congress don’t speak out
Congress won’t speak up
Upward I look, get
Up out those seats
Seats of deadbeats
Seats of sin sitters.
Sitters of children
Sitters on children
Children of prey
Children pray
Pray for Morals
Pray for the immoral
Immoral decayed senate
Immoral invisible nation
Nation of blind fools
Nation of daft followers
Followers are blind.
Follow Blindly, yet unkindly
Unkind to teens
Unkind old farts
Farts of stench
Farts on the bench
Bench needs strength
Bench of stench
Stench stinking
Stench leaking
Stinking’ thinking
Stinking lairs
Lairs lie in beds of lies
Liars on fire
Fire burns liars
Fire in family beds
Beds kept secret
Beds Kept unkept
Secret beds kept
Secret best kept
Go to Jail
Go for bail
Pay Dues
Pay your victims
Truth…
Owed…
I know a deadbeat dad named John ,
who knew he had a daughter from the
time she was born, everywhere we were
he tried to have a relationship with her .
Finally that day came he gave her a call .
He did nothing but blame ,not getting to
see her but,she knew the truth . She let
him know he was wrong as he denied being
her dad all this time now that she was grown .
Oh, how he made me mad as she began to cry,
saying we were never together at anytime.
After twenty-six years only me to get to raise her so ,
You're a deadbeat dad I raised her alone no help from you .
So many more deadbeats out there just like you
a Deadbeat Dad Named John.
A rock and a hard place between,
It seemed a limited choice,
But a burning bush he had seen
And lo it was he found his voice.
And though unpopular indeed
With constituents one and all;
Courage enough to take the lead
And for what's right he'd take the fall.
For children dying on the streets,
No longer as a hostage held;
Party politics with the deadbeats,
The lies alas must be dispelled.
For rights of others, yours and mine
To walk in safety come what may;
Never more to tow the line,
He's standing up to the NRA.
A hero of the people yes,
In a filibuster what suspense;
This Republican who god bless
Has finally shown some common sense.
Creative writing is for those
who like to make us ponder,
their meanings can be hidden,
cause our feeble minds to wonder,
esoteric pieces puzzle,
leave us with uneasy feelings,
better that we entertain
and trash the doubts and double dealings.
Humor is the best medicine,
limericks are sure to please,
especially when we're mired and stuck,
and need to set our minds at ease.
I have written words... O jeez!
just cast your eyes on my 'Ennui,'
a twentieth century group of deadbeats,
not soulful creatures just like you and me!
So I will try from hereon out
to enrich this happy place,
indulge my failing sense of humor
fill you up with style and grace.
Are belly laughs permissible?
you bet, the more the merrier,
I will test your funny bone,
so you'd better WATCH THIS SPACE!
Creative writing is for those
who like to make us ponder,
their meanings can be hidden,
cause our feeble minds to wonder,
esoteric pieces puzzle,
leave us with uneasy feelings,
better that we entertain
and trash the doubts and double dealings.
Humor is the best medicine,
limericks are sure to please,
especially when we're mired and stuck,
and need to set our minds at ease.
I have written words... O jeez!
just cast your eyes upon my 'Ennui,'
a twentieth century group of deadbeats,
not soulful creatures just like you and me!
So I will try from hereon out
to enrich this happy place,
indulge my failing sense of humor
fill you up with style and grace.
Are belly laughs permissible?
you bet, the more the merrier,
I will test your funny bone,
so you'd better WATCH THIS SPACE!
Creative writing is for those
who like to make us ponder,
their meanings can be hidden,
cause our feeble minds to wonder,
esoteric pieces puzzle,
leave us with uneasy feelings,
better that we entertain
and trash the doubts and double dealings.
Humor is the best medicine,
limericks are sure to please,
especially when we're mired and stuck,
and need to set our minds at ease.
I have written words... O jeez!
just cast your eyes upon my 'Ennui,'
a twentieth century group of deadbeats,
not soulful creatures just like you and me!
So I will try from hereon out
to enrich this happy place,
indulge my failing sense of humor
fill you up with style and grace.
Are belly laughs permissible?
you bet, the more the merrier,
I will test your funny bone,
so you'd better WATCH THIS SPACE!
Creative writing is for those
who like to make us ponder,
their meanings can be hidden,
cause our feeble minds to wonder,
esoteric pieces puzzle,
leave us with uneasy feelings,
better that we entertain
and trash the doubts and double dealings.
Humor is the best medicine,
limericks are sure to please,
especially when we're mired and stuck,
and need to set our minds at ease.
I have written words... O jeez!
just cast your eyes upon 'Ennui,'
a twentieth century group of deadbeats,
not soulful creatures just like you and me!
So I will try from hereon out
to enrich this happy place,
indulge my failing sense of humor
fill you up with style and grace.
Are belly laughs permissible?
you bet, the more the merrier,
I will test your funny bone,
so you'd better WATCH THIS SPACE!
LOSERS
If there’s something I can’t stand it’s all the losers around -
And man, there’s a ship-load of ‘em out there, having a ball.
Amazing how the world gets by when so many surround
Us as useless passengers. Not really pulling their weight at all.
You see them every day, the deadbeats, the nothings,
Playing the empty-headed drifter roles,
Who really should and could get busy doing something -
If they had more gumption in their souls.
I dunno, they just make me feel so mad and kinda uneasy
Because they seem to have no feel for the real nitty-gritty,
Lurching from one smutty moment to another, maybe more sleazy -
Like autumn butterflies, but not nearly so pretty.
Need their wings clipped, and a serious job of work to do,
Settle down and straighten their lives out, see?
They make me uncomfortable. . . . probably. . . maybe it’s true. . . .
Because they remind me - of me.
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Entered in John Freeman's Contest - Give Me Your Best Shot!!!!!!
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