Flower in the hand of a gorilla is as lipstick on a pig as band aid on a bullet wound.
They may not get it,
Tell me there no point
And that I'm just wasting my energy,
But I see the beauty
And I know what I mean.
There is hope for me
yet
Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!
I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!
The grand plan is to homogenize nations
Strip them of their unique faces.
Replace them with a plastic mask.
Force-feed them into a blender.
Dismantle the backbone- the middle class.
Make the masses interdependent.
Feed them their own blood.
Their bones into crumbs.
Take away their means to defend.
Put shackles on God -unleash Satan.
Godless governments putting lipstick on a pig.
They call that supreme salesmanship.
Telling us the hag is a princess.
Oil and water will never mix.
Neither does love and greed.
Darkness and light will meet
on the battle plain horizon...
This deep musk is but a brief illusion.
God will never die.
The narrow-minded lit the fuse.
We, the people on the eve of
Reigniting liberty and life.
“A No Brainer”
If balancing a checkbook is a no brainer, why can’t I do it
“Hit below the belt”
As a guy I don’t even want to go there
“I’m all ears”
No wonder I can’t smell or see
“Play it by ear”
No wonder I cant play banjo, I’ve been using my fingers
“Think outside the box”
I tried that once and they closed the lid on me
“Plenty of fish in the sea”
If so, why can’t I catch any?
“Put lipstick on a pig”
Do pigs even have lips?
No matter what you do in samsara
in the effort to improve samsara,
improve yourself, improve others,
it’s still samsara.
All effort, all improvement, never leaves the wheel,
but that doesn’t mean there’s only the wheel.
The wheel is what spins, ever-changing,
the embodiment of impermanence,
but what it spins in
spins around,
spins for,
is another story altogether.
(8/19/23)
Sarah Palin
Former governor, limelight failing
Famous quotes sometimes loom big:
You can’t put lipstick on a pig
connie you dress up your poems beautiful-still it squeaks and squirms
Lipstick on a pig-
Monoku 5-cliche
connie pachecho
1/04/17
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Never put lipstick on a pig,
never grab a dog by their ears
Never wipe the eyes
of someone crying crocodile tears
Never vote for someone
who will make you age in dog years
Never drive a fast car
that got slow working gears
Never lead a cattle drive
without having an alpha steer
If your heart gets unsteady
because you’re scared of nuclear fears
Then, never vote for someone
who will make you age in dog years
Never choose a leader
who was reality television made
Never elect someone
who will accelerate you to the grave
Never be a monkey chump,
a dunce cap organ grinder slave
Never vote for someone
whose dog years give you dog days
If you make Scooby Doo your king,
you won’t like the smell he bring
Lifting of his leg in a canine style way,
pooping on you in dog years each day
a super-clever superman imagined
he would be so much better off
somewhere else...
where lush grass is customary greener
so he did the CBA -- cost and benefits
the calculation outcome was astonishing
so he decided to move -- fly to Paradise
in relentless pursuit of (selfish) happiness
no undocumented war or economic refugee
but pure and simply "gaiety migration"
however, he overlooked, disregarded tax pressure
when he, at last, reconciled the fiscal migraine in the CBA
guess what, 125% of the offshore taxes, a quarter more
than all transit pre-tax profits, were instantly wiped
off the face of mother Earth -- no more smiley
the grim taxman delta chanced the risk profile
altogether, and made him change his calculated mind
eliciting prevention of formidable asset-destruction
ah! the elusive benefits of whimsical transformation
it was but a dream -- A lipstick on a pig exercise
how joyfully superman is looking forward
to STAY PUT in present post-tax paradise
bon voyage, Mon'Amie
ah! yes – merci beaucoup
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