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There was man named Garrison,
and he lived the good life,
flush with that big trust-fund money,
he hungered for the night,
for booze and bodies tight,
the finest clubs were his domain,
his bar tabs were truly insane,
his one-night stands were numerous,
the affairs always light.
He was technically a lawyer
in his father’s old firm,
was kept on mostly for his name,
got more money to burn,
deserved not what he ‘earned,’
his condo was a bachelor pad,
wis many friends thought it was rad,
the women came and women went,
an ever-constant churn.
But Garry saw no problem here,
he was ‘living the dream,’
ladies and drugs, mountains of cash,
the dreams of quiet teens,
a hit in every scene…
but his father just sighed and said,
“Keep it up and you’ll end up dead.”
Still Garry saw no issue with
enjoying his own green.
Though as he went through his twenties
he noticed a strange thing,
every time he lived it on up,
less pleasure did it bring,
less fun in every fling,
it was fun but not as intense,
at fist this did not make much sense,
he’d always so enjoyed this life,
now it wasn’t working…
And worse still was the growing pain
that he’d feel the next day,
sometimes it made him stop to ask
if he wanted to play,
Or at home should he stay?
He had achieved what most men want,
a wild life that he could flaunt,
so then why, when being honest,
did he no longer crave?
And then one day at twenty-eight
his friends wanted to drink,
the thought of it made his bones hurt,
so away he did slink,
depressed, needing to think...
looked at his life, what did he see?
Pregnancy scares and STDs,
and a handful of nights he’d slept
off his drunk in the clink.
Nothing to show for all his fun,
nothing that could impress,
the world did not care that he had
dropped many a tight dress,
everything seemed a mess,
and worst of all, he’d no savings,
he’d always blown through everything,
while his brother had made partner,
Garry himself felt less.
He would soon drift far from his friends,
far from the debauchery,
felt like a stranger in his own life,
some sort of refugee,
his path he could not see…
What was life now? He couldn’t say,
what once was clear now seemed so gray,
he wondered if this was adulthood,
searching for what to be…
I grew up on the streets
Where you fought for your life --
Welcome to the Jungle
Meant fighting to survive.
Shelter in a cardboard box,
Bloated and flimsy
Like that homeless teenager --
Pregnant with her father’s baby
And who escaped home because
Here
Anywhere
Would be better than
The Hell
She was in.
Welcome to the Jungle
Meant food was a delicacy --
Dirty, bleeding hands sifting through dumpsters --
**** you’d never eat unless you had to
But which to you meant one word:
Survival.
Welcome to the Jungle:
You can take whatever you want
As long as it’s not from me:
Truer words were never spoken.
Girls no younger than that little niece,
Or that little sister,
You loved with all your heart,
Forced to prostitute herself for dimes
That might get her a warm meal.
Girls that should be in school
And going to the mall with friends.
Welcome to the Jungle
Where those things are as foreign to them
As a warm house and a loving family.
Girls
Who are too young
To know of blowjobs
And back alley abortions
Of meth and pills --
Of alcohol and rape –
Of STDS and pregnancy --
Of madness and fear.
A skid mark on the road of humanity
A scar across the face of a nation
Who claims to be great
And whose power
Lies in her people.
But what do you do
With those people
Who are ignored, ridiculed –
Treated as sub-humans?
All we want
Is a little sympathy.
All we want
Is a voice.
All we want,
Is for life to stop shitting on us,
Long enough for us
To make that climb
Out of that hole
And back into the light.
But that’s easier said than done.
Because when you live in the Jungle
Where every day is a fight for survival,
How do you plan for a future
That ends at the end of the day
And starts all over again
The next?
Things I don’t
understand
They don’t teach
that friendships and
relationships come
and go..
So really forever is
a sometimes just a
few months
They don’t teach
that sex isn’t just
sex with more than a
few bumps
That making love
doesn’t mean making
babies
That taking
responsibility
doesn’t mean blaming
And that forgiveness
faith and love need
to be expressed
outside of church
Love is the one
thing we shouldn’t
have to search
Not everything can
be solved by a pill
Now everything is
taxed and and soon
you’ll receive your
oxygen bill
Taxes for everything
besides to fund
school supplies
Then wonder why kids
are getting worse
and worse
Kids beating,
bullying, killing,
I’m begingin to
think this country
is cursed
You’re too fat or
you’re too small but
informercials can
fix that
But the things we
really need to be
concerned about
America tells us to
sit back
Why is it we see on
tv to give money to
children we’ll never
see
But are told not to
indulge in the ones
we see on the street
Or the veterans who
fought for this
country
And Are now just
part of “modern day
society”
Well this modern
thing seems a little
bit barbaric
Generation –X more
like Generation
Xtinction
Social media is now
Social suicides
Social Sex scene
We are broken down
into categories and
sub genres of people
Hipsters, Goth,
punk, prep, geek.
Segregating
ourselves based on
clothes and music
Rather than mind and
morals
I don’t understand
The Spreading of
AIDS and STDs
Purposely
This is the America
the beautiful we are
just now able to see
Form:
Fatema beloved special daughter of the Holy prophet
In an age and place which treated daughters so brutally
our prophet stood up to welcome Fatima
whenever she entered
and kissed her honourably, fondly.
Known as the Lady of light , Fatema our lady of light
Oh my luminous luminary with a halo so bright
Our guiding star lady however dark may be the night
You embody the symbology of sacred femininity in reality
A role model for the feminine, noble Queen of luminosity
Much have we learnt from your auspicious short 18 years of life
You were the greatest lady mother and wife
You showed the world what is sacred about the feminine
And how every woman is and can be a sacred pure feminine
The quest for her holiness is a grand ritual of life
She taught women how to respect their bodies
And make others respect them too
For chastity is vital to physical health
And helps to prevent the various dangerous STDs
She was Fatimah the most pure and the chaste
Without her values womanhood would be spent, laid waste
She is our empress who impressed us without material crowns
She was an angel without wings and bid every woman dress
In flowing regal gowns
And Fatema's name and fame has spread to the farthest towns
Her own piety and chastity an epitome example brilliantly forever shines
She's our lamp post, her luminosity more than diamonds from mines
Oh in Fatemah the whole womanhood ought to take pride
Stand up and salute her to eternity
The best woman the best daughter, sister the best women's guide
She's the best role model celebrity.
Life…………………….
Its mysteries
Its wonders
Babies born
Everyday
Thieves
Criminals
New friends
New enemies
Adults pushing their
Dreams
Threw their
Children
Too many
gangs
Not enough people
2 b their victims
Aids, STDS, too many
Things that can kill humans
TOO many
So many controlling
People when will they learn
Selfish, greedy, kind, considerate
Isolated, content , heartrending, mad ,hopeless
Wanting better
Wishing dead
Wanting a 2nd chance
Behind bars 5-life
Cut off from life
Not 1 family member
2 go 2
Make a mistake
Run 2 your rich father
Or mother
Not having a care in the world
So dim –witted 2 drop
Out of school
At the age 10
Wats is left of your life
U have no education to persuade your dream
Stuck can’t even get a job at Burger King
U have so much knowledge but
Wat do u do with it nothing
Making not even minimum wage
Not enough 2 support your family
So burned in the head
Give your baby up for adoption
Leave your baby with a hole in their heart
Giving up not accomplishing
Not enough strength 2 keep on
U just need an extra push, faith
Learning 2 4give &4get
Swearing to your self u will never
4give or 4get
Hating that they left u with contempt
Promising u will never cry
Nor put your head down &give up
Life can mean so many things
But it is the eyes u see it threw
Form:
I've got a pile of **** mags
I keep them in my shed
When I look at them I get excited
They're an ******** collection
I like to keep things tidy
When I have to handwrite
So I've a lot of rubbers and tippex
They're my correction collection
Our house is full of mirrors
So we can see ourselves
For times like when we dry our hair or shave
They're our reflection collection
In our house is "the drawer"
where random stuff gets kept
Such as I.T. routers, hoselock pieces
Thats a connection collection
Stationer's like WH Smiths
Retail a lot of cards
Expressing joy, hope, best wishes and love
Quite an affection collection
Meanwhile at the newsagents
They sell lots of sweeties
Chocolate bars, fudge, trebor mints, and chews
That's a confection collection
Now political parties
I'm sure all keep to hand
Banners, leaflets, signs, t-shirts and letters
That's their election collection
Junkies also have some gear
To aid them with their fix
syringes, needles, stuff to raise a vein
its their injection collection
Soldiers in battle use this,
Cyclists on bikes do too
And those trying to avoid STDs
All a protection collection
Put these things all together
And then think what you've got
A bunch of items now all related
So a collection collection
(c) The Didds 2019
I
Siblings, we will overcome, COVID-19
And most anything by growing as human
(Jennifer Proxenos's POTD inspired my writing)
Again about this pandemic in perspective
II
Remember the American Indians?
Yes Hernan Cortez and Francisco Pizzaro killed many
But many more were killed by Cortez' germs
The flu, the STDs, and especially smallpox
III
O the Americas were depleted of teeming Aztecs,
The Maya also pyramid builders (Mexico & Guatemala),
And the wonderfully organized Inca, in Peru
Despite topography with cliffs & highlands
IV
They have not all gone, or been killed
Without livestock and chicken, the pox
Was like God's vengeance, angst like never before
But "tribes" survived, and became a PEOPLE now
V
We shall survive. The Indians had De Las Casas,
A conquistador, a conqueror become Priest (Catholico)
Who lobbied the Crown to stop the carnage:
BLACK LEGEND? Yes, to force diseased folk to work the mines
VI
In 1588, good Queen Bess, bested Philip II
And all the gold and silver stolen from Indians
Did not stop the "Protestant Storms" on The ARMADA
1588, and twice more: 1596 & 1597. God uses Queens!
(c)Deo. Shalom, shalom &Hallelujah. God is Good, We're a work in progress.
Sometimes I can't believe it
It all happened so fast
Real life is truly here
Just who is that looking at me in the mirror?
How come these bills are addressed to my name?
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And I'm all grown up
Sometimes I miss the days
When your crush had cooties, not STDs
And afternoons were spent climbing trees
And it's hard to grasp our age
Who's that man calling you "his wife"?
How come that little girl just called you Dad?
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And we're all grown up
Sometimes the kids today
Make me feel so old when they say
They've never heard of Kurt Cobain
But I know that we're better
Cause we could fix our Nintendo in just one blow
And we all figured this out sans Twitter
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And I'm all grown up
I remember the stupid things
Pogs and Goosebump books
Playlists were mixtapes on cassettes
And Friday nights meant TGIF on ABC
Nickelodeon was our only obsession
Friend requests were made in person
And they still showed music videos on MTV
It's like I went to sleep and woke up
And it's a different world - Nothing's the same
Cause we're all grown up
Leftism is depraved,
will excuse any sin,
you all remember Epstein?
They were in bed with him.
If it moves they’ll bang it,
and think there is no cost,
wetting their wick matters more
than all the good things lost.
They break down the family,
all that resists the state,
fifty years of this crap
people aren’t doing great.
Thirteen-year olds aren’t virgins,
nineteen-years olds ran through,
and the leftist scum-bags say
it’s “empowering you.”
A woman who can’t pair-bond,
that’s ‘good’ in their sick eyes,
a man who thinks he’s toxic,
because of all their lies,
lost children seeking parents
since their homes were shattered,
no guidance to help them,
that’s why they're so disturbed.
What is the great end result
of this sexual crusade?
The STDs are rampant,
**** now is everyday.
Marriages are not lasting,
if they happen at all,
sexes at each other’s throat,
our children doomed to fall,
All because these damn leftists
said screw without regard,
now lasting misery
is spread out wide and far.
STUPID GIRLS
THINK THEIR ALL THAT
THEIR JUST MESH MASH
WHILST OUR PERSONALITIES CLASH
THEIR JUST TRASH
LOOKING LIKE WAGS
THEIR JUST TRAMPS
YOUR SPEAKING TO ME
I DON'T SEE ANYONE ELSE HERE BUT YOU
SO WHAT YOU GONNA DO
GIVE ME A BRUISE 'CAUSE I WAS RUDE
YOUR THE ONE WITH THE BLEEDIN' ATTITUDE
ALL OF WHAT I'M SAYING IS TRUE
WITH REAL HAIR
THEIR WANNA ALL GAWP AND STARE
BECAUSE WHAT'S ON THEIR HEADS AINT THEIR'S
THEIR WOULD'NT KNOW A GOOD THING UNTIL IT WEARS
THIS AINT RARE
THEIR TRESSES GO WITH THE AIR
IT DOES'NT STAND THEIR
I ANALYSE HOW THEIR BARE
SELLING SEX EVERYWHERE
WITH ME THEIR TRY TO CAMPARE
ONE SHOUD'NT EVEN DARE
I'VE GOT MODESTY
I'VE GOT DIGNITY
THINK YOUR NICE
YOUR NOT WHAT I DON'T LIKE
THINK YOUR PRETTY
SHAME MEN ONLY LOVE YOU 'CAUSE YOUR DEROGATIVELY DIRTY
THEM OF YOU STILL HAVING BABIES
DON'T YOU THINK ABOUT STDS
I KNOW THE AUDIENCE HAS HEARD IT ALL BEFORE
HERE'S IT TO YOU RAW