High time we made a stand
And shook Up
The views of the common man
And the life train
Ride from coast to coast
ANC is the party
We love the most
Could it be, could it be
Squeaky clean
And smash any
Hope of democracy
As the headline
Says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face
And mud on your shoes
One of these days
They're call it the blues
Showing in the scenes of life
I spy tears in their eyes
They look to the skies
For some kind
Of divine intervention
Food goes to waste
So nice to eat
So nice to taste
Politician grandpa
With your ideals
Have you no idea
How the majority feels
So without love
And promised land
We're fools
To the rules
Kick out the styles
Bring back the jam
The birds and the bees
My girlfriend and me in love
The egg is a food
That can befoul your mood
When rubbed on your face
You're completely disgraced
Greasy, saucy drips
And ice-cold sips
(That sometimes spill)
Need a thing with soaking skill
Puffy paper that isn't soft
(Blow your nose but not too oft,
Or it'll get red and sore),
Perfect for milk not well-poured
Napkin, napkin! One or two;
Especially messy? Grab a few;
Napkin, napkin! Leave no trace
Much, much better than egg on your face
--
I originally wrote this on a napkin at a Burger King. I left it on a table for someone to enjoy later.
ELOQUENT BANTER
Some poets attempt to wax eloquent
They use a lot of fifty cent words
They use their Funk and Wagnall's
And make themselves seem like nerds
But friends who chide each other
In rhetorical camaraderie
Refrain from pomp and circumstance
Because they can plainly see
That small talk works much better
Using words we can understand
And not try to be a great orator
Cause it just 'hits the fan'
So my suggestion when addressing others
Don't attempt to eloquently embrace
A list from Funk and Wagnall's
And end up with 'egg on your face'
29 January 2018
For the contest sponsored by Edward McCall
PHANTASMAGORIA
If you don't like where you are..take a trip in your mind
Look in your brain's dark corners and see what you find
There are places a groaning board tempts with an epicurean delight
But the populace heads for the worst comestibles in sight
When choosing Burma or Myanmar as it's now called
Or Manila where kittens are drinking sewage in a yard
Who knows? they might think kittens are viands too
But if this gastronomic delight does not appeal to you
Try a whole pig on a spit, cleaved open to reveal
Viscera and liver, cooked and ready to peel
You could try a lunch of grilled belly lining
If not, its pigs' snouts and tongues for fine dining
Egg on your face takes on a whole new meaning
When it's smeared on a face --slimy and gleaming*
Don't forget the venues where entrails drip over a fire
Or octopus tentacles tasting like a rubber tire
Remember...wandering is possible but not leaving your niche
Thinking how the other half lives might cure a travel itch
So start up the mind's motor and go anywhere you wish
Without having to eat even one revolting dish
*A sunblock
You are an atheist and you say that religion is a fraud.
You say that I'm full of crap because I believe in God.
You say that God is fake and that he didn't create the Human Race.
But when the Second Coming arrives, you will have egg on your face.
You say the Bible is a book that is full of fictional stories.
But when Jesus returns, you will see him in all of his glory.
You call me a fool because religion is something that I embrace.
But you will be the one who looks foolish, you will have egg on your face.
Don't put all your eggs into one basket
they may drop and burst, ending up in a casket
Having egg on your face
can be a big disgrace
If someone eggs you on
then trouble might be to blame
a "duck's egg" in a game
is the loser's shame
when your nickname is egghead
it's something you may dread
an omelet is so tasty to eat
making it an 'eggcellent' treat
~
for Susan's 'Eggs' contest
There are moments you think that you have everything figured out, although the world around you has spun out of control and you feel that you have discovered the secret, like a scientist finding the complex pattern to chaos.
And then something happens and you are confronted with the knowledge that you are wrong, which flings your world into a tail spin and you are left with your head reeling with questions and doubts and no answers.
You question your existence your value and that throbbing question “What is the ****ing point of it all?”
You feel like a deer in some one’s headlights, which feels like impending doom and you wait and wait for the evitable to end your suffering, but you realize that you are left with the feeling of dread as a constant companion.
One moment you are on top of the world and you have all the answers at your fingertip and on your throne you are a position of supposedly total clarity and with a flip of a switch you are found wanting with only egg on your face, you are relegated to clown status with only the dream of being a king.