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Harsh Mission / San Francisco, CA 2011
Through the harsh white sunlight
the random bits of cast offs tumble and stick
smeared to the pavement and layered upon
upright posts, from pillar to post they roll
on bikes and trikes, on roller blades
and skate boards, down and out,
drunk and oh so sober, they meander
as if on the streets of Paris
in their mock Bistros with their
fake hair, their primal piercings, and their
do me do's just screaming of abuse...
The childlike sibyls and torrid sirens
howl at the fog banked moon
as they stumble on the dole from room
to rented room, or huddle in the bus shelters
waiting to sneak a cheap ride down town.
Bizzaro meets his mate in the masked
denizens of the mission district
breasts starred, caped and on display for all to see
face hidden behind plastic lunacy...
The giggling effervescence of misspent youth
crumbles into a heedless epicurean
mosh pit of aimless wandering
joyous neglect...
It is truly hard to know where the
garbage ends and the art begins.
Presidents Washington and Lincoln met often in that Land of Eternal Bliss,
To commiserate, communicate and about the misty past to reminisce.
"What in hell (er, excuse me, Lord!) is happening, Abe, to our beloved nation?"
"Well, George, I see both good and bad but I see little cause for celebration!"
George: "I see they named the national capitol on the Potomac after me,
But they've desecrated it with greed and graft that I could not foresee.
Each President after us promised the people there'd be hopeful change,
But I fear the lack of leadership, that has left citizens in some estrange!"
Abe: "I see that Arlington Cemetery is filled with patriots who died for liberty.
I strived to restore brotherhood to a broken nation but little of that I see.
I grieve at the lack of patriotism. Even Old Glory by some has been defaced.
It seems that the God we looked to for guidance has also been displaced!"
George: "I see the work ethic waning and everyone wants to be on the dole.
Congress is casting money at useless schemes putting all in a deeper hole!"
Abe: "Yes, and those once pristine lakes and streams are polluted with disease,
And something called smog smothers cities and forests are stripped of trees!"
George: "When I see how future generations are raised I want to shudder!"
Abe: "Alas, all of this reminds me of a ship adrift without a steering rudder!"
George: "Well, I don't suppose it does any good for us to sit around and whine."
Abe: "I agree! Let's amble over to happy hour for some great communion wine!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
My office window as no bars
and the doors are sometimes left ajar.
I earned no trip in the back of a police car
And no judge and jury pondered long and hard
It's called winning at life, I've earned a capitalist gold star.
You pick your leaders and take your chance
And hope they don't lead you on a song and dance.
And pray your life chances they enhance.
And a penchant for wars they don't advance.
And be very wary when they take a moral stance.
Freedoms just a mirage used to fool us stupid proles.
And gives the bosses and Politian's total control.
Don't rock the boat or you will be swiftly on the dole
one of society's victims a poor homeless soul .
So kiss the wife goodbye and all your life goals
You have been sold to the man for corporate gold.
Who was only one inch tall,
raised in a lab since he was, well...small,
doped on phenobarbital,
escaping o'er his prison wall.
Tell me friend, can you recall
King Mouse?
Who lived in a tidy little hole,
knew when the cat was on patrol?
Though cheese and crumbs he stole,
he never lived on the dole.
Let's sing praise and extoll
King Mouse!
Who was diminutive in size,
told the truth and never lied,
had big ears but never spied,
nor squealed, just squeaked and sighed?
All expectations he defied -
King Mouse!
His body small, his soul immense,
big ears heard every offence,
and you, who wanted to dispense,
are now awash with penitence,
as you consider recompense
for King Mouse.
Who knew the secrets that we kept,
never told, just cried and wept,
before he laid on the floor and slept?
At discretion he was adept.
You struck him with the broom while you swept -
King Mouse.
The coo of a mournful mourning dove
reminds us of the guy in the sky above
who we wouldn't touch without a glove.
But now as push comes to shove,
we realize we really love
King Mouse!
I’m bad tempered and upset,
Feeling tired isolated alone
Sitting hopefully waiting for
Someone to answer the phone .
I just want to hear
A normal human voice
But these days my dears
You don’t get a choice.
Androgynous, emotionless
It’s going off again
Promising an answer but
Never saying when,
Any second now and we
Know what it will say,
Your call is important
Please don’t go away.
When somebody invented
Automatic answer machine
Life got more complicated
Than it had ever been
Then the multi choice options
To save wasting their time
But they just don’t bother
About them wasting mine.
There used to switchboards
With real people to call,
Probably shoved out on the dole,
Machines don’t need wages at all.
The inventor of this obscenity
Is over the seas living in style
A successful and much lauded
Multi faceted rain and tax exile.
All I can say is,
Enjoy it while you can.
One day you may meet
One very angry man
Who’s spent ages feeling
Isolated and all on his own
As he’s waited and waited
To be answered on the phone
Every doggie has,
In time, their day
And, oh brother may be mine
To make him slowly pay.
people will always try their best to bring you down when you want to achieve, its just their
own insecurities so don't listen and do what you believe.
work hard, keep at it and set yourself a goal, cos you don't want to be left with nothing living
on the dole.
There will be times that you will feel like packing it all in, times that you've just about had
enough,
but you have to break through that psychological barrier even when the work gets tough.
keep believing in yourself and know theres nothing you can't do.
having this sort of attitude will always get you through.
There will still be those small minded people who would do anything to see you fail.
but rise above it, laugh and tell yourself that these people aren't real.
At the end of it all when you have achieved everything you can where will these people be?,
Just a blast from your past and you are sitting qualified with a degree.
Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Form:
A Chinese lad was at table dawdling with his pork and rice.
This upset his mama-san who reprimanded him in a trice!
"Clean your plate! Children in America are starving, son!"
And she continued to berate him - her tirade had only begun!
"Your papa-san has a great job while dads in America are on the dole.
Our economy is booming while that of America is lagging, on the whole!
Papa makes good money to provide Americans with the things they need.
You should be very thankful for the jobs they send here, yes indeed!"
"Kids in America can't get a job even with a college education,
But, son, America will provide you with a job in any old vocation!
This is the land of opportunity, my boy, thanks to American capitalists!
You must appreciate all they have done for us Chinese communists!"
"Not so long ago your father and I didn't have a yuan to our name.
Now we have a house and brand new car - life will never be the same!
So I don't want to hear any of your sass or fiddling with your food.
Thanks to the generous Americans, they have lifted our nation's mood!"
"I want you to clean your plate and grow strong to follow in your dad's shoes.
Uncle Sam needs you to make TVs and shirts or anything else they choose.
No more lip! Clean your plate! I want to see those chopsticks flying!
Think about the kids in America who'll got to bed tonight hungry and crying!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
In Seventeen Hundred and Seventy-six
By Franklin Price
7/4/2017
In seventeen hundred and seventy-six this Independence Day
Declared by our fore fathers, our freedoms here to stay
They fought the revolution came away the winning team
To see now what has happened would only make them scream
Instead of independence we are dependent in our ways
Caring for ourselves and family has seen its better days
The government has programs that put us on the dole
Make us become beholden, to put this country in the hole
The rich becoming richer through no benefits or pay
They send employment offshore to keep making all they may
Not taxed a fair percentage on the money they don't earn
The workers have to do without while the rich have bucks to burn
Buy another sports team, obtain a bigger yacht
Control the New York Market, put more money in the pot
Forget about the little man, he doesn't mean a thing
If he'll bow a little lower, I will let him kiss my ring
If I helped him with his healthcare or employed him at some work
I might not be a billionaire, then I would be a jerk
Any extra money, I must spend on Washington
To show the House and Senate that I am still the one
That's how the country runs today, there are the rich and poor
The middle class is shrinking, they don't exist much any more
The jobs that they once held, exist in another land
Our independence gone; the rich make another grand.
Dreamed that you loved me again
I saw it in your eyes
Filled with love and happiness
The words we wrote despised
The tears were writ upon the clouds
Your heart was not the prize
The words we spoke can't be unsaid
Our love has been capsized
The birds sang out ,"its all for naught."
My love is not for sale
I prayed for you upon my knees
Was hid behind the veil
The hope I felt moved inside my dream
The picture had been taken
I wanted you to wait for me
Must have been mistaken
Woke to tears I see it clear
Gathered memories within my soul
Armies fought to cleanse the mess
Precious love was on the dole
The birds sang out ,"its all for naught."
My love is not for sale
I prayed for you upon my knees
You hid behind the veil
The birds sing with morning glory
Love carried in a pail
My prayer's were never heard those nights
My ship put out to sail
I visit when asleep at night
We're walking hand and hand
Hope those wicked birds sleep in
As we walk along the sand
Those birds are my alarm clock
As your vision slowly fades
Only see you as I dig the hole
It's best to use a spade