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what works for the underclass

The underclass falls into things
Appreciating food when it comes along
Grateful for a cup of coffee or a hot roast beef sandwich

They do not beg any more
Their relatives are tapped out
Do-gooder church people types seek them out
This is how they get a new pair of shoes

The underclass is surviving
Without apology
Not caring about changing

What works for them
Would not work for many
They have friends who uplift them

Oak Soak Coke Folk Cloak Smoke Broke Bloke

A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk

Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke

He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak

If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.

Without Within

"Without Within"

It just takes one over-zealous do-gooder 
to set the dominos of destruction on a roll
and the war begins 

without within
within without

heaven was trampled that day
the kangaroo court had its way 
and all dreams were blugeoned to death

heads rolled soaked in blood and revenge
each day the impermanence glitched
to return to poetic permanence

This is how the war begins

within without
without within




Candide Diderot. ‘24





“The darkness you see when you close your eyes is Kali.”

Maude and Me

he might have been a felon, a freak, a frizzle wiper or a fraud.
we did not know him actually said speaker, young judgmental Maude.
he had a look about him that made me clutch my purse.
she assesses strangers quickly, treating people mean and worse.

he might have been an angel, a do-gooder, a friend, a partner, I say.
trying to uplift judgmental Maude’s mind a teensy tiny bit today.
he might have been sent by God to test you, to see how kind you are.
she gave me an eye-roll and talked about his eye patch and his scar.

Jesus might have had an eye patch and a scar, I told her then.
but the scar was an upside down cross, right across his chin.
is could have been a test I argue. Maybe you should have said hello.
She sniffed her disagreement saying “he was a disgustingly old fellow.”

Maude and I are not friends by accident or choice, but by proximity.
live next door to each other, but we have nothing on which we can agree.
her perspective is flat-out negative, because her ideas are so fringed.
I cannot hear her opinions long before my peace of mind is tinged.

Waiting For Santa

I sat on the edge of the roof, studying the horizon
Waiting for the do-gooder, who makes me wretch
He will not be ho-ho-ho-ing after I get finished here.
I feel something protruding from my left incisor.
Remnants of last year’s Santa.

The night is still, the ambiance makes me giddy.
There is an evilness afoot that delights my black heart.
I imagine what I will be doing to this year’s cheerful idiot.
My teeth gnash hard, practically breaking.
I am ready for the fool who dares approach.

“It is Krampus!” I hear someone yell.
Three midnight friendly humans begin throwing hard things up on the roof.
I will return fire later. Right now there is only one victim.
I watch for him, hoping he will be nauseously joyful.
Those are the kinds of Santas whom I enjoy slicing and devouring the best.
A wolf howls, feeling my excitement.
I lie in wait, sitting on the chimney now.
I can practically taste salty blood.
I salivate in readiness.

You Really Think I'M Done - In Trump's Own Words

Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?

Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?

I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.

So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?

Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?

Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.

Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.

He Said He Would Take Care of Me

He said he would take care of me.
I am his younger third cousin, so I believed him.
He was an Elvis wanta-be.
I was fourteen, so I thought he was an always-was.
He did not look after me like he said.
It was the late sixties.
I followed him to Europe, because my mother did not care.
Try this, he would say. Try that.
I tried everything. Thought I was invincible.
Pills and booze at first. They did not do it after a while.
I got hooked on some really hard stuff. 
Then I was out of money, but the only thing that mattered was being high.
I spent years not caring where I woke up, 
In and out of lah lah land.	
I doubt it I would recognize the people I was with.
I doubt they would recognize me.
Life was a fog for about eight years.
Some do-gooder took me under their wing a couple of times.
This was endearing for the first few hours.
Then it was annoying.
I gladly died of a drug overdose when I was twenty-two.
It was an easy death.
I slipped into it as easily as I slipped into everything else.

Heroes Undone

Heroes Undone

We train men up to go to war. 
We train them to fight and kill,
the enemy. 
The people…
in foreign and domestic lands, 
that have no honor, 
and care not for law. 

We tell you to shoot, 
and maim and knife, 
yet when you return, 
home…

Some cry that you are changed, 
somehow by your actions. 
That you are less than citizens, 
and even those without I.D.s
planted here by people 
that have sold themselves 
early to the demons
on the block, 
receive a greater due. 

God is the judge of all things. 
He is the one that matters. 
Heavens gates are open wide, 
for soldiers
that protect 
and serve, 
the weak, 
the defenseless, 
and those 
thought without 
value at all. 

Homage is paid, 
for your sacrifice. 
The kindest men and women, 
the harshest jobs, 
the longest hours, 
the thankless parades

of “people”; 
(people: for lack of further description, 
prior to my morning coffee)

of do-littler(s), 
instead of do-gooder(s), 

or even 
do-er(s) at all.

The Devil Loves a Do-Gooder

The devil loves a do-gooder,
One who expects everyone to come to order,
Because their vision is much broader.

The devil loves those with good intention,
As they are likely to have a poor sense of direction,
Which could lead to an insurrection.

The devil loves those who rely on a faulty compass,
Who hang around campus,
To make sure everyone catches the same bus.

Fundamental Choice

You can't love what 
and whom 
you don't know.

But,
you can choose,
become used to,
become heavily invested in,
become committed to,
then become addicted to hating whatever
and whomever
you don't yet know
with cognitive and emotive intelligence.

Especially if no know-one listened
and learned you better
healthier
wealthier
gooder
feeler-thinker.

Young Lady From Leeds

A selfish young lady from Leeds
Made fun of all who did good deeds
and then she got sick
pain two miles thick
where a do-gooder met all her needs

Tart Cause, Seet Effect

Sweet

Superman Exposed

Superman was originally portrayed as a superhero
Fighting crime, being a do-gooder for wee kiddos
Well big people too
But here's juicy news
Molested young chickies while using a *****

Thank You

I would like to take this opportunity
to thank a few members of the Poetry Soup community,
for their offer to help me pay a debt I didn't deserve to receive,
thanks to a group of do gooder hero wannabes.
I am truly touched by your generosity,
but this debt is my responsibility fully.
I should have never reached out in the manner that I did,
and so now I am literally paying for it.
I will consider this incident a great life lesson learned.
If I ever need to reach out again, I now know where to turn.
In order to avoid you any controversy,
I thank you all from the bottom of my heart anonymously, most sincerely.
Your true support means everything in the world to me.

Flower You Doth Smell-Eth

It's nice when you have your health
But when accompanied by some wealth
It's gooder than good
In all likelihood
Even better when flowers you doth smell-eth

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