MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.
They say we struggle til we die,
If that's the case I don't want to fight to stay alive,
Feels like a crime,
Stealing money from our pockets the government doesn't leave us a dime,
Homelessness is at an all time high,
Yet Trudeau fills the media with all his lies,
Bring in the democracy,
Where's the inaccuracy,
We are worst off now than the great depression,
The people are getting worse with regression,
It's easier to by alcohol and drugs then food or a roof over our heads,
A fire in our hearts is dying,
As well as our want to live
No one wants to work when it doesn't do a dent,
They think it's easy paying off rent,
Landlords squeeze you for everything you don't have and expect you to repent,
They say we struggle til we die,
That's life,
I don't think I can take another strife,
I don't want to die,
But I'm not surviving,
I'm six feet in debt,
How are we supposed to pay,
I don't want to stay,
But there's no hope for the poor,
And to care for others is a chore when you have nothing to give,
They say we struggle til we die,
So here I lie in the debt of a ditch,
wishing to be buried and just get it over with.
Sir! You Have Besmirched the Good Name Of My Pangolin
Nothing can be the same now -
before the recent pandemic
my companion Pangolin
Boris and I,
were carefree,
and happily plying our trade
as chimney sweeps in Siberia,
but since the ‘great lie’
we dare not show our faces
in any town or city,
for they have labeled Boris; a good, kind,
not too gentle creature
as a SPREADER'!
O the calumny. the infamy the inaccuracy!
Now our only recourse
is to have him dress up as an Anteater
and move to Bolivia.
Who i would like to thank
The Teletubbies basically raised my kids
Beware the stranger
Although statistically someone you know will kill you
Now go to sleep
Time is always precise so that i can measure my inaccuracy
Colour rewards itself
Clouds that cuddle skies
Air that breathes her name
Laughter imprisoned in the lull
The Winter parts for chiselled sun
He that takes my name
but never fills the shape
The universe within mind
That chortles at our reality
No God to call my own
No devils sharing throne
Who do we thank
For being so alone
inadequate inaccuracy
never hit the mark
no matter practice
no matter efforts made
just a hair off the goal line
just out of range of the target
never able to get a clear shot
something always got in the way
of the vantage point from which
the target should have been visible
emotional free throw
three chances
to hit the target
to gain points
on the emotional
scoreboard
was not able to
make shots
fell short every
time
lost the match
of wills due to
inadequate
inaccuracy
Everybody needs a pencil
Everybody needs it
Everybody needs a rubber
Everybody needs it
To correct their inaccuracy
Everybody needs it
Everybody should smile
And be happy for that life
Never to laugh at failures as losers
Rub them, sharpen your pencil
Make a high resolution image and love it
Be a carpenter love it
Everybody needs it
Be a herdsman love it
Everybody needs it
Busy yourself and love it
Love the works of your hands
No one needs to die
Not even those who commit suicide
Don't think about it
Strive to live without end
Everybody needs it
Don't be rich and hate your friend
Don't be poor work firmly
Don't be evil and earthly
Everybody needs a pencil
Everybody needs it
Everybody needs a rubber
Everybody needs it
To correct their inaccuracy
Everybody needs it
Everybody should smile
And be happy for that life
Never to laugh at failures as losers
Rub them, sharpen your pencil
Make a high resolution image and love it
Be a carpenter love it
Everybody needs it
Be a herdsman love it
Everybody needs it
Busy yourself and love it
Love the works of your hands
No one needs to die
Not even those who commit suicide
Don't think about it
Strive to live without end
Everybody needs it
Don't be rich and hate your friend
Don't be poor work firmly
Don't be evil and earthly
a sestet
If I didn't know what I know about truth
I'd give a wink, join the ranks of the uncouth.
Logical conclusion when dealing with guile:
Half-truths are just exaggeration's test
hyperbole - inaccuracy at best.
Little white lies? spout off, and smile.
"Thus yellow does for white (behind your back),
when what you put for yellow's, simply black."
to quote Fra Lippo Lippi's epigram
In conversation with someone who lies;
one-up-put-downmanship is not so wise.
Pretending to lie is just one more sham.
September 1, 2012
Author's Notes:
Fra Lippo Lippi is a poem by Robert Browning
Call It Anything But What It Is
By Elton Camp
In talking or writing, it’s become illicit
To use a plain term if it is too explicit
“Adult entertainment” is better than ****
A “bun in the oven” if baby’s to be born
Please use “ample proportions” not fat
Or “full bodied” is even better than that
“Powder your nose” if a lady must pee
“Remains” is just a dead body you see
“Surreptitious entry” if a thief breaks in
Use “imbibe” for drinking a lot of gin
“Revenue enhancement” is a tax that’s new
But “armed intervention” when war’s to do
“Comfort woman” slyly names a prostitute
“Batting for the other side” for a guy too cute
A “categorical inaccuracy” is nothing but a lie
And for a wrinkle, “character line” please try
It’s “collateral damage” when innocents die
“Disinformation” is another name for a lie
But using other words the facts to disguise
Can also be yet another way to tell cruel lies
Racism is an unnecessary beast that feasts insanely and inhumanely with inaccuracy
and precision. 12-20-10
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