Investments
By Dustin Branum
8/27/26
When I'm drunk
Will you drive for me?
When I'm high
Will you think for me?
When I'm right
Will you stand for me?
When I'm lost
Will you look for me?
When I hate
Will you love for me?
When I'm damned
Will you pray for me?
When I hurt
Will you feel for me?
When I'm sad
Will you smile for me?
When I'm broke
Will you pay for me?
When I'm hungry
Will you kill for me?
When I live
Will you die for me?
When I die
Will you cry for me?
I would for you..
Flourish,
Flourishing as the sun shining you daily
Rejoicing as abundant rain watering your fields
and creating some dams
for farming fish and feeding your animals.
You are burgeoning in the eyes
of some lazy folks
who have big mouths
to talk senseless speeches in the streets
and forgetting their arable lands
which are fitting for industrial agriculture.
Flourish,
Oh! Laughing deafeningly sometimes
when I focus on some tête -à-tête debates
Which concern poverty in rich continent like Africa.
Some folks suffering because of some circumstances
and others dependence due to sluggishness.
Flourish,
DRCongo has more billionaire businessmen
and some politicians
who keep their money in their mansions
and banks
in Europe, Asia America and other African countries...
Other rich people hide their money under the grounds
than investing in industrial fishing and agriculture
and infrastructures to uplift
the economy of the Country.
June 23/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
....F WORD CHALLENGE....
Patrilinear
monotheistically monopolistic
CAPITALists
calculate potential endurance
of terrifyingly terrific human consumer time
Left for anxiously anticipating rhymes,
reasons for seasons long trusted truths
ego-coloring beauty
captured by
and yet beyond spiritual inspirations
rewarding
redeeming
competitively cooperative nurturing nature.
Matriarchal poly-enthusiastic multi-
bio-culturalists
also account for cumulative synergy
expanding territorial dictatorial time
Rewinding awesomely awful sacred rhymes
distrusting mistrusted false tongues
electing hooded lies
Disparately dispirited
desperate starving backward future
rhyming reason seasons
of nutritional communion
Not inviting
yet tolerating,
Not accepting
yet equilaterally esteeming
estimating patriarchal monopolistic economies
within brighter lights of polycultural value
No longer worth
resonant ecowomanist trust
empowering spiraling truths
of beauty duty,
health of wealthy safety,
Enlightening spirts
of empowering social nature
Empowering CAPITAL invested research
enlightening Earth's most heavenly design.
Small investments in life
An unexpected compliment
You look stunning, my dear wife
Her smile the dividend; words well spent
Karma, grace, incarnation,
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.
With compost we extract what we cooperatively invest,
both nature with my nurture,
through Ego's intent
and Earth's Logical polycultural nutrient-praxis.
Soil and humane nature's egosoul enrichment
as bicultural co-redemption
compost two layers
of one ecotherapeutic process;
Browns are decomposing Yin function
and Greens are resonant resolving Yang form.
Just-right balance cooperative water,
avoids dehydration and toxins,
and gently stir BiLateral Time
daily CoPresent
Endo/EctoSymbiotic
Earth-(0)-Soul TransFormation.
I've become inordinately attached
to cooperative health-trends
of EgoMe without EcoWe
as one of my less-well-performing compost piles.
Even so, we keep stirring.
Sponsorship is the new religion, and it’s taking over from the old ones, whatever next?
G.O.D INVESTMENTS
I know a London vicar
He’s a sight to behold,
Every time I see him
My blood runs cold.
It says Levi on his shoulders
And Suzuki on his back,
On his front it says for quick exhausts
Phone Bath and ask for jack.
When he throws his arms up in the air
He’s a blaze of neon lights,
They say Clairol Tints Vidal Sassoon
And Pretty Polly Tights.
Yes G.O.D’s gone P.l.C so buy some stocks and shares,
He’s 2.2 up 1.6 we’ll all be millionaires.
The Sunday sermon’s one of woe
And investment trouble’s,
It’s sponsored by Coco Cola
And chocolate filled with bubbles.
Now Joseph’s coat of many colours
Would have stayed and never faded,
If he had washed at 40
And used fairy radiated.
Yes G.O.D’s gone P.l.C so buy some stocks and shares
He’s 6.6 up 4.2 we’ll all be millionaires.
God Investments by Mark Fullick Original work 1980 Copyright 2003
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