Get On Her Soap Box Poems - Poems about Get On Her Soap Box

By now we can see that these bullies won’t change. They keep blasting their logic and acting deranged. I’m sick of the slander and sick of the lies. They continue to mock and continue to chastise. The soap box kings up high on their thrones. Why not mind your own business and leave us alone? I will never give up and...

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On My Soap Box-----Again!! Written; by Tom Wright 3/3/2014 Nothing like awaking to a fresh blanket of snow, When it’s toasty inside and no needed place to go; But many in life are much less fortunate than I, Some existing on the street, perhaps just getting by; While I might choose daily from my choices of meat, Others shiver in darkness wondering...

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Soap Box Written: by Tom Wright 3/5/2018 Each day brings with it threats of civil unrest, When desires aren’t met we’re taught to whine. The news is dominated by those who protest, To get our wants we hit the streets with a sign. Using others or things to obtain the right spin, Are educated people soliciting attention by voice; Those willing...

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Fly by night Never wrong Long in the tooth To whom no 1 listens You talk through your **** And what is worse Your breath stinks More than your words Breath freshener anyone He has begun Oh joy what fun Don't but in His sermon has started Standing proud on Soap Box They call him the Silver Fox...

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standing upon a soap box trying to make point of view be seen as only way to be yelling through a bullhorn at the masses gathered around pummeling the crowd with a hell storm of subliminal messages...

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Masculinity is the soap box each man stands upon to praise themselves Also it is the need to break backs with every hug to remind yourself how tall you stand Masculinity is the crushing of bones when you shake hands with another man who may be standing as tall as you This is the burden...

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This morning I listened To the simpleton and the sapient man preach Yet as they orated to All we who came to listen and imbibe I was lost There was no distinguishing One voice from the other. Later as I pondered All that which was spoken Spewed aimlessly upon us I knew that I could not agree With that which was said By the...

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