Some hurry through school
pile up degrees
Others drop out
do what they please
Those in the ‘c-suite’ *
eat babies for breakfast
dinner’s raw meat
Me, I’m less ambitious
family first
Then the timesheet
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* The corporate 'c-suite' is
composed of CEO's CFO's,
COO's, etc.
This New Year
Wish half of the world
Always be successful in life
May all of us men stay
Strong and responsible in the eyes
Of the rest of the world
We are the hope of X chromosomes
The forever partner of Y chromosomes
In our shoulders lies the powers of this world
Think of it, men is diminishing in numbers
We are outnumbered in every facet in life
Sprung up and show your wise innovation
The world is lacking World Leaders
Men, fill up the challenge to lead
Women, need us the whole time
When will life become a balance
Men are getting degradation in power
Women are taking positions in echelon
Of business, fashion, leadership, executives
Topping in population, in sports, and innovation
Wake up my fellow men, be brave in all ways
The world is going Y dominance
There are resistance, rebellion and conspiracy
Among men, more died in battle and addiction
Wake up men from deep stupor and slumber
Many men perish everyday of life's operation
How would this world be like without men
Science and Scientist help men genes generate
For life and mankind proliferation and regeneration.
Friday in the big apple
It is 17.53 in New York
those who work at night are stirring
drink coffee, shower and dress
to look their best
This as the multitude drive home
for the week end
The police are busy, a rich person
was shot by what appears to be
by a charming man with a winning
smile, but was he a man?
We live in a time when many women
strive to look like men, because
they think men have more power
when they realize it is not, so blame
the capitalist system
Two professions are busy tonight
the police who have murder to catch
and the women how try to look
as feminine as possible, to entice men's
libido, they are more busy now
than ever before when so many women
strive to look like dowdy executives
with horn rimmed specks
more interested in status than love
The police will find their man, commentators
will blame Trump and the man with
an odd name, Elon Musk (is he real) for
the violence caused by unrestricted
freedom of expression.
What happens in New York to night
pales into insignificance, compared
with a world, at the brink of of a war
that will destroy us all
Perhaps with Exception of Musk who
will settle on Mars
Love is loving everything
Love God with all your life
Love your neighbour as yourself
Love your enemy
Love the unlovable
Love the helpless in life
Love the environment
Love the things you hate the most
Love your work
Love you craft
Love your culture and its people
Love your country and its leader
Love the inventors and innovators
Love the laborers and farmers
Love the manufacturers
Love the economist and the thinkers
Love the peace advocates
Love the scientists and the physicist
Love the businessman and the executives
Love all people of the world
Love yourself.
He was a success and on top of the world,
But his triumph came at a great price,
Had stepped on too many lives,
Up the ladder to the top.
He sat behind a big mahogany desk,
And soon knew he was over his head,
Was not prepared for the task,
For someone at the top.
Tried to hide the big mistake by pretending,
But all the executives knew,
It was just a matter of time,
Before he would be through.
He was among so many that greed has warped,
Ambitions and skill could not support,
But was promoted to the top,
Of his incompetence.
Blood on the ladder of success.
Not a sign of progress,
Whatever the worldview,
It’s a crime, nonetheless.
An estimated 75,000 immigrants live in Los Angeles,
All transplants from Mexico,
No, they’re not who you think.
They stand in rows along the famous LA streets,
A promotional idea of real estate developers.
No more native than the Dodgers baseball team.
The idea came from the French Riviera
Where these palm trees were also transplanted
And intended to portray glitz and glamour.
Symbols of the “City of Angels”,
You will see them in many films shot there
By directors, actors, and studio executives.
Many of them were immigrants too.
Early 90s a friend of mine was some kind of Teamster working on the Sony Studios lot in Culver City. I was in town visiting and invited out one day to the set of some stupid show but I met William Devane and he was cool. So, Sony was shooting the treehouse set for the movie Hook on a stage near by. It was a secured set bc the studio didn't want photos getting out but my buddy knew a guy that snuck us both in. We were in the wings checking out this thing and noticed a group of Japanese executives taking a tour, stereotypical looking, black suits, thin black ties but NO CAMERAS. After a just few moments it became apparent that Robyn was on set and he had gathered together some crew members armed with poles, brooms, a boom mic and we watched him march these guys in front of the Sony execs while all whistling the theme to The Bride on the River Kwai. It was eyewatering hilarious but the 3 of us held it together until we got out of there. True story
The bird was chirping
The man was working
The door creaked
The woman shrieked
The woman wrote
The man spoke
The leaf danced
The horse pranced
The chicken squawked
The child talked
The dog barked
The car parked
An elderly man running
A young girl is sunning
A tune is playing
An old man is praying
The sun is rising
A company is downsizing
A jazz tune is heard
A buffalo herd
The clouds form
Executives brainstorm
The weatherman predicts
A man's cold afflicts
A bell is heard
Commencement incurred
A leaf fell
It is brisk, I can tell
A violent siege
A brainstorming Gottlieb frege
Footsteps on scattered leaves
A hungry man at a foodbank receives
Pakistan is less populated and smaller country than India but crime rate is approximately the same.
Theft, robbery, dacoiti and rape are common in both countries.
Pakistani government is not aiming to stop corrupt businessmen who are direct or indirect involved in crimes as much as corrupt Indian executives.
If you are a weak person who speaks against powerful black sheep then get ready for guys who follow you.
Be prepared for physical attack and grievous hurt that can lead to disability or death.
Police and criminal justice authorities should be honestly engaged.
The gap between people and police arise issues.
Where there is no justice there is wrong exercise of free will.
We are Nasty Women
When we hear haughtiness, we name it
When we see bullying, we blame it
We are Nasty Women
We do not daintily defer
For selfish whims of a saboteur
We will not walk three steps behind
We will not sheathe our sharpened minds
We are logic's clear eloquence
We are unyielding consequence
We are Nasty Women
We are out of many, one
We are the soldiers of every war
We are astronauts and commodores
We are the activists of plundered Earth
We are the executives who expect our worth
We are the advocates of facts, unsuppressed
As we walk the corridors of Congress
And we are far from done.
6/06/19
Poem of the Day
June 8th, 2019
Our New Home
There is a rainbow over the stadium,
Team colours, Claret and Amber Gold.
A place that holds so many memories,
and the stories, that have been told.
As a lad, watched all the greats here,
Those boys wore their shirt with pride.
I loved to be close to my heroes,
Shout encouragement down at pitch side.
Feeling sad as I sit in the South stand,
The ground is left derelict and forlorn.
The sound of the crowd has long gone,
No more heroes or greats will be born.
Closing my eyes I’d remember,
Those magical days in the cup.
The sweat and the tears and the joy,
of the year that we almost went up.
Our new home is out of town,
Purpose built, pristine and vain.
A place that lacks the emotion,
Executives drinking champagne.
Times change, I must accept this,
The rich men have stolen my dream.
My Claret and Amber days are over,
as I finally say goodbye to my team.
Everybody deserves a day off,
even corporate pimps
Let somebody else watch the Madison Avenue whores
advertise their seductive cable street wares
Conscript the company pimp wannabe intern simps
Then issue frequent frequency warnings
to the parents,
telling them to shield the children's eyes ...
But do not attempt,
do not attempt to dilute or disguise
the visual sale messages with clumsy adult lies
Though B of D executives will foreswear otherwise
It's on me ... so take that day off, corporate pimps
Just remember to text the memo
to all the legal department gumshoe limps
Should any dark net pirate intercept
this encrypted communique,
of which their security breaching eyes are not
authorized to read
The strict protocol after being cyber hacked,
is to disavow any disseminated classified company
market philosophy
Nevertheless, let the corporate pimps
enjoy their easily earned day off
in a consumer paid luxury hotel
Surrounded by pretty women dressed very skimp
School is a super market
the proprietor hires the premises
prepares parking yard for customers
pays exorbitantly in taxes
goods are labeled with prices
customers pick the affordable
no negotiated interactions
sales executives guide and monitor
guards check out security
ensuring no cheating
preventing any shop-lifting
rich clients eat from restaurants
the rest go hungry, thirsty
what customers carry home
is not the concern of proprietors
money must speak
I looked around the crowded lobby in the Ritz Hotel in Washington, DC. I was a little late in getting there as the plane was late in arriving. Not a problem. I had the itinerary for the next day's meeting and an agenda that provided me all the information I needed to conduct myself in a professional manner before the executives expected to attend.
I checked into my room and immediately showered, slipped into my housecoat and stood before the mirror to practice my presentation. I knew I had it nailed. Feeling quite confident, I went to bed and slept right through until room service called me at 6:30 a.m. The meeting was to start at 8:00 a.m. in the main conference room of the hotel. I showered again, dressed, pee'd and practiced in front of the mirror again.
I stood at the Podium and began my presentation complete with all my Harvard Graphics bells and whistles. As I was facing the charts, with my back to the audience, I heard snickering. It wasn't clear what they were saying exactly, but something about toilet paper and hemline in panties. I was absolutely mortified!!!
Bitter Pill of Big Pharma
Big pharma hype that they cure
But they really don’t, profits are too dear.
If they have alternate choices to pick
A pill that cures or one keeping you chronically sick
They choose the latter, more profits for all
Especially for executives who get the biggest haul.
This is why health care fails when profit driven
Becomes not curing or making you well, that is a given.
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