Long Pensions Poems
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Have you ever thought about this?
there's so many things to consider here
you'll not know who'll be there or not
whether any shows emotion even a tear
You will have left the scene of time
no longer to be ruled by the clock
having left this body of yours behind
dust to dust, ashes to ashes never to walk
Now let's consider this funeral of yours
the attendance may be single figures or less
but who knows it could be a pack out
the clergyman's word hopefully would bless
Those left behind have it all to do
arrange your funeral, pensions and all of that
trust they will mourn your final passing
having memories of your life from the start
But you won't be there ever again
you'll be in eternity way out there
either in God's presence or farther away
today you can come to God in humble prayer
(Have you ever thought about your funeral? I just thought none of us would attend our funeral which is quite a thought, so this is my thoughts on this event. )
Don’t tell me change is impossible.
I’ve done the math.
3,000 people.
$10 a week.
That’s $30,000 every week.
Invest it wisely, even at 3.25%.
That amounts to $1.6 million per year.
Enough to start a small business annually.
Enough to buy homes outright.
Enough to give dignity without debt.
And if thousands of groups did this?
Poverty wouldn’t need handouts.
Governments wouldn’t bleed through welfare.
Education, health, pensions—they’d thrive on the dividends of collective care.
I don’t care if you follow this.
Just don’t complain when you didn’t try.
This is how we fight unemployment.
Not with blame—
But with unity.
Not with pity—
But with the possibility.
The greatest gift you can give a child
Is a career that lasts a lifetime
Wages provide money to feed your family
creating employment worldwide
would overcome both poverty and starvation
creating independence with employment
lets everybody thrive
If every working person that could invest ten dollars per week
Invested in groups creating employment for the unemployed
You could create better lives for everyone
Chairman Xi, like Chairman Mao
Vladimir Putin, shades of Josef Stalin
Kim Jong-un, plus Recep Tayyip Erdogan
Iranian Mullahs producing drones and bombs
Our world is an awfully dangerous place
Yet America's response is a first-class disgrace
Yesterday Congress' focus on International Pronoun Day
At New York's UN today, autocrats against Israel inveigh
At home, crime's way up, 'so' we end cash bail
Why not let all the thugs out of jail
To protect its citizenry, America's government once existed
Now it opens the borders, its explanations ham-fisted
Add to all this rampant inflation, rising racial tensions
Plus self-defeating 'green goals' and underfunded pensions...
The 'threat to democracy' shouters couldn't be more wrong
The reason it's real ~ America misguided is no longer strong
Boy, you Folks sure have a lot of Nerve!
You empty your Corporate Colostomy Bags,
On the same Workers that filled up your Greedy Guts,
Then pay them off with their own Bloody Rags!
Have you no Shame? You Clowns! Have you no Soul?
Your Mantra seems to be a bit One-Sided,
More Money! More Money! More Money Boys!
You hoard the Cheese and keep the Mice divided!
Those Long Corporate Strings are strong and stretch for Miles,
You Dangle your Puppets and Dance them till Dawn.
"But, how dare "They" ask "Us" for Concessions,"
"Gee, can't they see that their Labor Leash is On?"
From their Lofty Loft, they "Blow" that Big Bullhorn,
Jump! Jump when we say "Jump" all you little "Slaves!"
"Breaks? Benefits? Bonuses? Insurance? Pensions?"
"Your list of Rights are "Moot" unto your Graves!"
"So, Adapt to your Strings that Feather no Wings,"
"Shove your Grievances up your Bowel Syndrome Rears!"
"You Demand our "Trust?" Then "We'll" give it to "You,"
"We'll pay you off with "Dust" for all your Faithful Years!"
There was plenty daylight
Money was tight
Time to head into the woods
Doing what they should
Travelling with military balls
Gunners had to make the calls
Hunt down the wolves, that was all
They were taunting the law
Before a break
A shot they did take
Successful goal it did make
Everyone took a rest
Wolves wandering around asking “Am I a mess?”
Keeping quiet for another half
Arsenal sent another message down nature’s path
“You have nothing and are through,
Doesn’t come close to our two”
Marching back to civilization
Thoughts the army started raisin
“If we are in the top four
We will have more matches to score”
As the lights appear in sight
Still proud on how they did fight
But there was a small plight
Personal economics issues that may not be all right
“In all this success
Do we put the Royals to a test?
They did not mention
Anything about our pension
Should we bring that to the crown’s attention?”
When they finally got home
Under the darkness dome
All alone
Gunners heard the news
About the financial dues
Chelsea shut up the buzz that was stirring
Claiming pensions were theirs, stop the worrying
“We will be the ones to represent
In the extra games EPL asks us to present,”
Saying this until blue in the face
Building a winning case
Arsenal forges on
Very calm
Pulling cannons that targets their championship bombs
My rage tastes like rusted pennies,
like the evening news scrolling its red ticker-tape of corpses~
another ceasefire broken, another stock market sighing
into its bourbon. My fists clench at nothing,
at the headlines, at the mirror where my face sags
into my mother’s frown.
What good is a voice when the war machines
hum louder than hymns? When the banks
swallow pensions whole, grinning with marble teeth?
I am just a congregation of one,
preaching to the walls, while the politicians
lick their knives clean and call it progress.
I measure my days in pill bottles now~
white capsules rattling like loose change,
like the coins I drop into collection plates
for causes that evaporate by noon.
The world burns on schedule.
My knees creak their betrayal.
Some nights, I dream of revolt~
of storming the palaces with nothing
but a walking cane and a scream.
But dawn comes, and I’m still here,
sipping coffee, writing poems, scrolling~
another ghost in the algorithm’s feed.
O, Bone-Dust Republic,
what do I do with this fury
that outlives my body?
What do I do when the war
is both outside and in,
and no one’s left to surrender?
If you want to open a door,
Use the handle and open the door
If you want to overcome unemployment
Use investment and create employment
Encourage workers to become investors
If you want to overcome poverty
Create employment that pays
reasonable wages
Teach people to make
Investments that thrive
Teach people how to build wealth
With people becoming more wealthy
The Government earns more in tax
When your people start doing well
Your country starts doing well
With your country earning more tax
Your budget starts looking better
With more money
You can afford to pay pensions
Taking your children off the streets
and into jobs
Reduces the city's crime
Giving your children jobs
Makes their parents proud
You want to make America great
Build employment for Americans
You want to make the world great
Build employment for the world
Teach people to become investors
Then if robots replace employment
Perhaps people can carry on earning wages
from dividends as we sit by the river drinking wine
Am I really the only one thinking outside the box,
When it comes to pension costs,
Regardless of whether people are able to work or not,
With some working til they drop.
Let me open my box and tell you how to stop the rot,
In my box is all the evidence that points to the life experience,
That those who are for a pension now due can bring to the table,
Along with the math's calculations that says how much they can give back,
If we ask their help,
To mentor the young and keep them out of jail,
To share a lifetime of knowledge that we may need if the internet breaks,
So, we don't end up back in the stone age.
To help on their good days or even good hours to reduce the rubbish pile,
That is costing us more every minute to manage,
Then there the hidden costs they can help us with,
When you start thinking out of the box,
Like, the longer we employ them when they are incapable,
Of doing their job there is a cost,
Or the fact that increasing their age of retirement,
We delay the intake of the young,
And if the age of retirement keeps going up,
The number of those unemployed for life goes up,
A cost that would burden us for generations to come.
Then there are the facts about the health problems,
With older people in workplaces,
Bladder issues,
Skin that is less resistant to knocks,
To name but two which will leave businesses no choice,
But to raise prices.
Another thought I came up with while thinking out of the box,
Is that to get the best out of the old work wise,
We should be looking at retirement as a gradual process,
With flexibility for gradually reducing a persons work hours,
And shifting them to light duties, including mentoring roles,
According to their individual health and abilities to do their job,
This should create opportunities for more young people to
Enter the workforce.
Then still thinking outside the box there is the mental wellbeing of
The aged which effects their physical health which impacts,
The overall rate of spending on health.
The more useful and less anxious people of any age feel,
Is a win in terms of real dollars saved.
If we can get more people thinking out of the box on this issue,
We will find it is not an issue at all,
Once the number crunchers see the new evidence,
That was sitting outside their box,
Who knows they might be tempted to think outside the box themselves.
It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo
Divided into a system of them vs you
Don’t lose your autonomy
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s
The brilliants of hatred and judgment
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears
Financiers, volunteers as November nears
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle
The apex creatures are very territorial
For the king or queen, gerrymandering
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating,
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
This is what we’re going to do.
Play them off each other like bloody fools
Lie to the plebeian stock with promises and then lie again
Sell hate and fear and sell it well
Destroy trust just by opening our mouths.
Tell them what they want to hear and tell them loud.
Lies, lies, lies underlined by fear, with more dishonest words we’ll sell it year on year.
Let them die and then blame them for it.
See all the tax they pay as our profit.
Abandon allies and leave them to die
Blither blather your words and never answer why.
Laugh at them when you see their pain
Blame the poor for being poor and then blame them again.
Kill their dignity, destroy their pride.
Make them live off pensions that would for us not buy a case of wine.
Treat them like vermin and make sure that they know…
Inequality is an Tory pride and we’re going to make it grow.