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Written: June 25, 2023
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We evolved toward the Zenith Ringers.
While no daylight is expected, I am thrilled.
With Banana Cakes, Cheez Whiz, and Zingers.
At Family Dollar's end, our hearts are tilled.
Maybe with Viagra or Valium to help us relax.
Even children suffer from heart attacks.
We sought refuge in modest pleasures.
We spotted willow trees in the ledgers.
Rising from within hexahedron walls.
Within the warmth of the Dollar Tree.
Nature's splendor is revealed, rising tall.
The American syntax is a story to foresee.
This is how the yarn of each firm ends.
Zombies stranded on the planet Zoom.
The new wildlife biology is an odd room.
In the Neptune State, Job's parking trends
We're being taken down to the ocean.
where we plunged into the dim abyss.
Saw the ruins of an ideal ship with emotion.
on a covert task, with mysteries to reminisce.
"Cheap America Lot" went into the search engine.
It brought me odd and creative results, as Chen Yun
There's Outpost Lot, Balaclava America, and Snap Cheap.
Names reflect our place in the world, for eagles must sleep.
Nothing else truly needs to be said.
To drive you on your ascent to the sky.
Has filled us with both hope and dread.
Maybe there will be fewer zebras someday.
existing unrestrainedly in the wild.
Amazon plays ZZ Top's remade tracks.
Happiness in the form of music restyled
But for now, we accept solace in the tax.
In the public squares where we meet and talk.
As well as paparazzi photos of famous people.
In cosmic cruisers and Super-Yachts, such as Hawk.
We practice space travel in our fantasies sheeple.
The lower class, for now, is striving for ease.
Despite devouring pizza in general squeeze,
As no tolerance establishes the standard.
Let the jigsaw fall, which signifies a fresh lanyard.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth,
You have to fight it and stand by its treats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
Enforcement of a right does not mind birth,
Either upper or lower class, law cheats!
Justice doesn't come easily on earth.
Only in heaven as believed, unearth;
True justice justly, where no bias competes-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
There, there is rigid justice before mirth:
For all sort worthy, are paradise feats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth,
For class manipulates law- preach rebirth,
To learn its way through cool forceful retreats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
On earth, an appeal is like a childbirth:
Pushing through emotion suffers defeats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
Some people wear baggage like a hat in church,
Still others could conceal it through a customs search!
Me? It depends on the mood that I'm in,
My frame may be thick, but my skin's super thin.
As a child, dysfunction was all that I knew.
Violence and alcohol increased as I grew
And the things that I heard and the things that I viewed,
I packed them all up with my clothes and I shooed.
And when I would meet someone, I'd try to disguise
That baggage as noticeable as my big giant thighs.
"You're beautiful," he'd say, but I knew the truth.
I'm fat and I'm worthless, and I've got the proof.
Locked deep in my psyche, but not deep enough,
Some poisonous, invisible gas out would puff.
And heaven forbid he got an ********!
My baggage was foolproof as a form of protection!
If he seemed too perfect on any given date,
My baggage would whisper, "belittle, berate!"
And so I would treat him like a much lower class
Then turn and retreat with my oversized ass.
But one day I waddled into a cafe
So weighed down with baggage every step of the way
That I knew it was time to this load jettison
So I dropped to my knees and prayed, "Help me! Amen."
The baggage still visits me now and again,
And I have to remind it we're no longer friends
I'm married and he loves me whatever my girth,
Reminding me daily I'm the fairest on earth!!!
This place is tucked out of the way,
across river from the city,
most folks don’t even know it’s here,
and I suppose that’s a pity.
Maybe the truck-stop that it serves
is what drives some people away,
but their hash-browns are masterworks,
so I come here most Saturdays.
Attached nearby is a small lounge
with massage chairs and a big screen,
and nearby showers you pay for,
an odd spot, but they must stay clean.
Nearby is a convenience store,
it’s several times larger than most,
snacks, westerns, and toiletries are
a few of the things that it boasts.
But the diner is why I come,
can’t drive a truck to save my hide,
I find it a relaxing place,
no hint of pretension inside.
A third of the clientele are
just hungry locals like me,
the others are the long-haul guys,
slumping wearily in their seats.
They’re literally the lifeblood
of a nation awash in goods,
yet so many look down on them,
I don’t understand why they would.
The elites who like their gadgets
seem to think them a lower class,
tet were there not men out driving
they’d run out of gadgets real fast.
I even heard a professor
use them as a cautionary tale,
but those guys have traveled further
than any professor who rails.
Once my very own uncle said
that they’re working class, and thus poor,
but some pull down sixty thousand,
my uncle can’t make that, I’m sure.
I was born to that ‘elite’ class,
the son of bureaucrats, lawyers,
raised to believe that a man should
go make a living by his words.
And yet I feel comfortable here,
I guess they’d say I’ve fallen far,
but we could live without lawyers,
without these men here, we would starve.
Some call suck folk ‘deplorables,’
but why is it a hated thing
to do the jobs someone must do
if people are to keep existing?
we think
everyone’s goal
in life
is to be happy
i don’t understand it
but for some people
it’s all about power
or just being right
really it’s about
what makes
them
happy
we have different
definitions of
what happiness is
and we’re always
surprised when
theirs differ from ours
for some
it’s to be proven smarter
crushing one’s opponents
shopping till you drop
quietly reading in a corner
eating till you burst
making money no matter how
stockpiling mountains of savings
disrespecting lower class
barking orders
abusing the weak
badmouthing loved ones
pursuit of one’s perversions
living for one’s children
pumping iron all day long
the thrill of the chase
the high of the adventure…
our happiness is what drives us all
in our very idiosyncratic ways
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, 3rd place 2021
LIVES NO LONGER FRAGMENTED
Their lives in fragments, no longer,
they've left, "Valley of Shame".
They're no longer "Nobody,"
they're somebody ... with a name.
They're a composite of females,
complexions of all hues.
Variety of nationalities,
"entitled" ... paid their dues.
Don't assume women illiterate,
or of a lower class.
That they are "ladies of the street",
or girls ... living too fast.
Don't assume and don't imagine,
worst lifestyles, daily see.
These are ordinary females,
ladies ... like you and me.
Framented by something in life,
heart and essence erased.
In past, saw themselves invisible,
no soul, no heart ... no face.
September 17, 2020
Time lost is time gain
Nothing will ever be the same
Others will always bring up your past
But that will not last
Now you are in the super class.
Others will remember when
You were in the lower class
That was in the past
At last, at last that has past
You are now in God’s super class.
I know, I know you may ask
"Why it seem like others are doing better than me"
Are you sure, very sure
The out side looks first class
But the inside is sinking fast
They are not being in God super class.
When I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
God has Prepared a table
Before me in the present
Of my enemies
No weapon that is formed
Against me shall not last
Because I am now in God super class.
Though no advocate of radical mass stick tummy,
there must needs be
some nonviolent modus operandi and/or
modus vivendi spelling abandonment,
whereby two party bicameral political
system in United States buzzfeed ding,
sans avarice, greed, nepotism... abasement
of sacrosanct principles enshrined in Constitution,
and Declaration of Independence clamor
for immediate attention to weedout,
uproot, stymie... crass, baseles, abhorrent...
exploitation of egregious abuse of power,
particularly of abolishment
vitiating sacred inalienable rights
vaingloriously, mercilessly, diffiantly...
killing (albeit courtesy of skulduggery),
hence requiring abortifacient
to terminate unfair fallout upon heads
(shoulders, knees, and toes)
of middle and lower class
countrymen/women nonabsorbent
to the countless injurious infractions
to manny innocent individuals
forcing vast majority of population
to become abstinent
asper the inherent abstract treasured gems
of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
which once fledgling lucky accident
embarked upon by thirteen original
colonies bestowed opportunities
for migrants one and all to exalt
(amidst setbacks) many an accomplishment
unattainable in their (not so secure)
homeland when avast mecca of pristine
sea and sky invited fiercely
enterprising pioneers accouterment
to be plucked from the land, unfortunately
at mercy of indigenous people
(an unpardonable genocide), which blood,
sweat and tears allowed accruement
justly deserved personal,
or colonial achievement
Potbelly was the pride of the wealthy,
the fatter they looked, the richer they were presumed;
now days the rich have found the source of energy...
by staying in shape and looking haggard.
Rampant obesity is a real problem for the common people,
and when it comes to eating habits, they're pound foolish:
obsessed with a fat cuisine: tasty, elaborate and incorrigible....
and without the aesthetic concern, they try every alluring dish.
In the palaces of the gentry many paintings displayed chubby
Kings and Queens flashing their stubborn, monarch attitude,
while the lower class was deprived of delicacies and envied their posture...
little they they know that the gentility's haute cuisine was extremely unhealthy.
Recently the U S Congress banned fast-food restaurants
from using high fat products like cheap cooking oils and lards,
to promote good health nationwide: hoping the public would be alerted and heed...
overweight people can't lead a healthy lifestyle, and we all see their suffering indeed.
Are you willing to make that overdue resolution and lose weight, not
for the society's sake, but for your own heartiness?,
Your well-being is very essential to your state of happiness...
why is a toned body more agile and vigorous than a flabby one?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Why are all these hash slingers
Constantly there on my TV?
When did the ability to cook
Become reason for celebrity?
Eating for me is just like
Shovelling coal on a fire,
Just adding fuel to keep
Your energy levels higher.
It’s a bonus if it tastes good,
An even bigger bonus still
If it quietly does that and,
More importantly, doesn’t kill.
As for that fine dining lark,
Fashion apparently demands
They poke and finger it about but
Seldom seem to wash their hands.
I’m just a lower class peasant
But one thing I loath and hate
Is having to send my food back
To be properly served on a plate.
And as for the prices they charge,
Why are those in the catering trade
Constantly quoted in statistics as
Some of the lowest of the low paid.
I really don’t wish to be seen as
Pouring insults upon insults
But shouldn't these foodie quirks be
Confined between consenting adults.
Give me a roadside burger van.
You can almost guarantee it’s clean
For sure as heck a Food Inspector
Will not too long ago have been.
See a bunch of parked lorries
And your checking is complete
Had it been below our standard
They’d have voted with their feet.
So, you compile your list of
Good honest eating places
And in time come to recognise
Some well known familiar faces.
A quick greeting as you slip in
Courteously switch off the phone
And get ready to join in with
The latest rant or moan.
A bucket full of coffee,
A bacon butty in hand
And well before it’s time to go
Solve the problem of the land.