Top gun angel wings
Conglomerate giveaways
Bodhisattva beings
When your mood is terribly shattered
When it cannot be properly bettered
Only remedy is chanting God's name
God will help you play wisely life-game
When you are by lethargy attacked
And when peace can't be tracked
The best technique is to just wait
And not flatly fall for fate's bad bait
When we feel sorry for bad results
Then we inflict on ourselves insults
Self-pity is a devilish practice dear
As that will totally freeze all cheer
Pick up courage and start afresh
Splash holy water on your flesh
Try to see the night-Sky for joy
Eyes and heart, you just employ
Fall never a prey for this sadness
As the end of sadness is madness
Boldly analyze the present shrewdly
Think of your noble mind proudly
Definitely peace of mind will arrive
Great plans through prayer derive
Happiness comes only via action
God is there to give satisfaction.
Welcome to America, the land of reality TV
We have pixie dust and unicorns and the dreaded killer bees
The epic climax of 2020 has now reached its end
But here comes 2021, hold my beer dear friend
The new year will start with a mighty midweek hump
Stay tuned for the great ejection of Donald J. Trump
Will this man concede and leave the White House in one piece?
Will he have a temper tantrum or try to hide with his magic fleece?
We’re in the lull before the storm, it’s time to reload and take a break
Did Joe Biden actually win or will the Donald just call it fake?
Will he return in four more years or realize his time here is done?
Will he hold up in his ivory towers or just pack his bags and run?
This country is in a mess, so place your bets and roll your dice
We’ve had four years of snake eyes and many thinking we’re not that nice
Our land has many hitch hikers and our skies are full of thumbs.
They are not all criminals and losers and not all worthless bums
birds fly to be free
not shot from their comfy seat,
picketed bidding
5/30/2018
Step down from your
ego. The brain dead has-
left a lesson.
Left a lesson, the brain dead.
Will you measure the
EF before the cardiac arrest ?
Sexing an issue
of dented verbs, why
do you need a defence ?
The numbers are climbing.
You have entered-
a high risk zone,
of killing yourself.
Give me a ghost writer, I
need an art, not a duplicate.
Satish Verma
When I’m sitting by myself
My mind starts to really roam
Thinking of all the things
Going on back at home
And I’m stressed out
To the point of bail out
So much on my mind
I jus wanna yell out
I tell myself to push the button
This is the point of it all
Ejection- ejection
Going higher before I fall
Parachute- parachute
I pull the cable but nothing
Thinking to myself
There should be something
Next the back up chute
For some relief
Nothing even happened
I jus can’t believe
Falling to Earth
My life flashes before my eyes
Thinking to myself
Any second I could die
A 100 feet,50 feet
25 feet, now 5
Nothing can save me
Now this is jus my time
My fear of death
Has caught up with me
Then my last thought was
Will anybody even remember me?
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