Part of being young
Is a belief in the power of hope
Part of growing up
Is the realization that hope
Has nothing to do with actual life.
Like Yoda said, you either do or don’t do
There is no try, as there is no hope.
This is just part of growing up, but
Some of us have been dumbed down
So our growth has been slowed
And so our idealism lasts well into adulthood.
It takes a combination
Of high hope and low IQ
To support communism, you know,
The political and economic philosophy
The depends on other people’s money.
Its supporters are usually divided into two groups;
The poor without much to lose and lots to gain
(Or so they hope)
And the elite who know wealth concentrates at the top
No matter what economic system is followed.
Low IQ is essential,
And sadly also accompanies being poor,
Because the actual result of communism
Is just more poverty and less freedom.
All around the lessons of history are clear
And yet all around its students put on blinders
Hoping, against all odds, with their stunted IQ
That this time they will get it right.
(8/20/26)
Godot won’t come this evening
Maybe he will next year
To see if we still need him
His healing words to hear
I think he’ll come at last
So every night I wait
Cause in Godot I trust
Each time when it's too late
Godot, what have you brought?
I'll ask, and he’ll reply
“Wasn’t it you who thought
To see me for awhile?
There’s nothing new indeed
Except its not the same
Except the one you need
Forgot to call your name
Rely on your believing
Don’t doubt her love, its true
If she won’t come this evening
Some other time she’ll do.”
So, from birth we’re taught to aim high.
Not the height of the garden fence, the side wall, the house but for the stars in the sky.
So, we’re indoctrinated to believe that the acquisition of power and wealth is the meaning of life!
Slaved to the pound all our working lives.
So, the new car, the new house, the new kitchen reflects our success in this ‘life’!
My shoes cost £800 pounds you know and they fit just alright.
The killer instinct in business is the gold medal that’s needed to survive!
What about kindness and compassion… oh, I’m sorry those the spreadsheet does not a column or row provide!
Work hard, work fast, work harder, work faster and work until you die.
Good luck if that’s you, but for me that’s just not a life.
heavily haggard Helena’s haphazard hilarity of harmony
homogenized her humble habitat, in no way hampering her
humanitarian handicap. Hazy harshness hastened
a heartening of her highness’s high hopes for humanity.
A Great Dane and a Sausage dog were tied outside a bar
The Sausage dog was frisky and his instincts said, ‘Aha!’
And then they sniffed each other’s butt ’cause that’s how doggies greet
The Sausage dog said, ‘Hi there girl, do you think I’m sweet?’
They chatted and decided that they’d do what doggies do
The Great Dane chuckled. ’Hey up shorty, I’m too tall for you.’
But Sausage had it figured and he climbed up on a chair
He boasted, ‘Take a breath because you’re in for quite a scare.’
And as he started thrusting, as had been his master plan
Two stones were thrown up - from the street - by a passing van
They hit the Great Dane on the head, one smooth but one was rougher
She groaned aloud and Sausage said, ‘Suffer baby, suffer!’
We go to bed
with high hopes
The electricity will
resume in the morning.
Voila!
Magic.
You have high hopes
For your kids
To grow up and
"Learn the ropes."
Then they grow
And soon you know
If this kid is
Gonna go.
Go to the moon,
Go far and soon
Their dreams take
Flight and soar.
They roar like lions,
Soar like eagles
To treetops.
Before we implode or reach cluster one
What do you want from me, as you humans dry run
We are Poles apart in what you and I do
Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be true
I am only but a sphere, but your wearing the inside out
Our futures lost for words as we enter life's drought
There is time for dialogue to take it back
Will it be a great day for freedom, or will we enter our black
Around the table of powers we have to keep talking
We had high hopes when we stooped, we may cease to stop walking
It beggars belief that we are heading into strife
Maybe one day we'll acknowledge, that were coming back to life
Soul singed and burnt nerves,
Beer batter and deep fry hopes.
Deluge of sorrows, flood of fears
Wipe those tears, have dry hopes.
Walk through the shadow of doubt
Climb a mountain, touch the sky hopes.
You stomp on my dreams,
But you won’t crush my hopes.
The sky won’t fall today,
Held up by so many high hopes
Before we implode or reach cluster one
What do you want from me, as you humans dry run
We are Poles apart in what you and I do
Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be true
I am only but a sphere, but your wearing the inside out
Our futures lost for words as we enter life's drought
There is time for dialogue to take it back
Will it be a great day for freedom, or will we enter our black
Around the table of powers we have to keep talking
We had high hopes when we stooped, we may cease to stop walking
It beggars belief that we are heading into strife
Maybe one day we'll acknowledge, that were coming back to life
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