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Meat Market
They sit on window sills in Hamburg Amsterdam and many beautiful Cities
Legally ‘freed’ they take part in a shady economy of flesh lust and domination
Skimpy dress bare buttocks and bosoms with red light advertising their ‘virtue’
Pimped and pumped out it is business as usual tonight and the punters arrive
Many are most recent imports from Eastern Europe snatched under false promise
Of valuable jobs now bereft of their passports and drugged to dark eye balls
They stand in dark alleys or prowl the streets offering rough rides and adventure
Hand out release for a tenner blow foul members like good sex slaves would do
On the passenger seat they take men to new heights and submit to exploitation
The point of service for entry is all good and if its not the front passage its dearer
Without protection the purse opens wider as the clients take their greedy pick
‘Some goods are beyond the sell by date’ but look now ‘Two for the price of one’
Some of the women and often young girls end up stitched up and dead in a ditch
But who cares they are only whores not pretty enough to be escorts or call girls
A vile supply and demand economy unregulated like neo-liberal infection below
‘The tart enjoys it and she can be proud to get stuffed by the great guy I am’
Modern day serfdom with no power of love but bonded in sick love for power
03rd June 2019
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day
(“Meaning of Life Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
The Dismal Science and the Meaning of Life
Supply and demand is as basic and Nobel a
Truth
As you can get.
If you doubt, just hold your breath a minute
And notice the urgency that quickly builds.
Somehow in man’s quest for meaning
Aka the creation of religion, or “dharma”,
The sacred and the secular
Became divided into the pure and tainted.
To this day too many religious people dismiss
The need to study economic truths
As too profane
Beneath their lofty ideals and pure aspiration.
What they’re really saying is they want to avoid
The messy complexities of human desire
And the limits of this material world; ie.
The market place of actually being human.
So whole institutions arose to encourage this escape
Clergy in their cloisters, hermits with their hermetics
A class above, in ivory tower, and lonely cave
So the worries of this world could be left behind.
But this world of woe and constant sorrow
Is also the world of perfect attainment
Where our karmas always ripen
And wishes sometimes do come true.
What other world
Could these human experiences of ups and downs
Happen in anyway,
Since this is our world and our experience?
If you give a moose a muffin
They will always ask you for another.
And on and on
Until there is no supply left to meet demand.
But the question becomes
Did increasing demand lead to increasing satisfaction
As the supplies dwindled and costs rose?
Most likely it was the opposite.
Because with every acquisition
Comes the building of a habit
Until what is left is an insatiable addiction.
If you doubt, just hold your breath for a minute…
(8/5/25)
He spoke with his ego-systemic body
through his own eco-logical maturation.
She flowed bilateral time
with her ego-eco centering mind
incarnating Earth's humane regenerate economy.
Together they commune nature-spirit hybrids,
bicamerally creolic
co-redeeming care-giving spirits,
completing each holonic tridium of becoming
one within spacetime's ecological promise,
three-placed co-present economy
of trilateral political grace,
playing enculturing WinWin games
ego-eco creations of just right mentoring integrity
strategizing cooperative economic-logical health,
this Holy Trinity's supply and demand
for resonant triaged wealth.
He asked of this grey spirit,
Are we white or black,
male or female?
She responds in gray embodied script
Yes, both white and black,
patriarchs born of bodhisattva matriarchs,
yet not mature all white
and yet not mature all black,
and in-between our ecologic-economic natures meet
enspiriting cooperations
of integrity
with all trinitarian stories past enfolded
and all those yet wu wei unfolding
within Earth's potential bounty.
Each languaged life,
both embodied left and mindful right relational
internal political landscapes
dawning through Earth's renewal
of and for external climate health of bodymind
organic integration networks,
integrity of love's polyphonic wealth.
And so this marriage
of ego-capital,
wisdom's logical acquisition
and accumulating
and re-investing body,
with eco-normative mind
regenerates nature-spirit nondual wedded stories
co-arising through each reweaving
enspiriting
incarnate Promise Day.
Amidst the world of commerce and trade
Lies the foundation of our daily brigade
Economy, the heart of our monetary system
A complex structure that we can't help but listen
It's a web of transactions and values
Where supply and demand leads to venues
Where products are sold and services are bought
And every penny counts, or else it's for naught
The stock markets rise and fall like tides
And investors fear a recession that hides
Inflation and deflation are two sides of the coin
That can make or break a nation's join
The GDP is a measure of growth
But at times, it only reflects a mirage both
Unemployment rates can hit the roof
And bring the entire economy down with a woof
As we delve deeper into this world of money
We realize it's a system that's not funny
For it affects every aspect of our lives
From the way we eat to the roof over our heads and our drives
So let us learn to navigate this economic sea
And try to build a world that's free
From the shackles of poverty and strife
And where prosperity is a part of life.
A paltry morning, bare of leaf.
Hours puddle
between the shallow bones
of a decaying season.
I lean against the truck for shelter,
yet prying winds
still slip sharp blades
through cringing ribs.
The gas nozzle gulps
as if it were drinking
not pumping.
I ponder the fact
that all gas stations in Ohio
are built inside a wind-tunnel.
The boxed undecorated donuts
were an impulse buy,
I scold myself...
am I that gray today
that I must eat only gray food,
nevertheless, they go home with me,
as if they were newly baked
and not manufactured from goo and dust.
On the way, I pass the newly dead,
four white headstones
in the local graveyard,
they stand out beside the
charcoal gray of the long planted.
Seems to me
that the newborns
are killing off the weak and elderly.
The gray poetry of disease
rides an arctic wind.
Supply and demand
engenders a stockpiling
of donuts, coffins and holes.
This is not a time for looking back
least a rear-view mirror
shows me the future.
Perhaps I will dunk the donuts
in deep black coffee,
pump a few bites into me
and not gulp,
but I know that as usual
I will gulp,
for I have many holes
to fill this day.
Intelligence, it seems, is very expensive.
It makes you work to gain advantage.
It makes you pay to find success.
It’s the law of supply and demand.
To learn, one must also be willing to lose.
The scarcity of human resources,
Even in a world of eight billion souls,
Requires that smart be given a price.
Whatever is gained in acquired intellect
Must be paid for in common currency.
It must be exchanged in honest trade
For worthless things like obsolete thought,
Small-minded prejudice, childish superstition,
And limiting, hidebound tradition.
One can never get something for nothing.
Everything needs to be earned.
Everything comes at a cost.
Everything. Everything, except dumb.
Dumb is free. Dumb is free and abundant.
Dumb is free and attractive.
Dumb is free and easy.
Free dumb. Free dumb all day long.
Free dumb through the night.
The supply of dumb never runs out.
Get your free dumb here, folks.
There’s plenty free dumb to go around.
Free dumb yourselves into
Thoughtless, trivial oblivion
While watching The Price is Right.
Ignorance is always in fashion
In the land of free dumb.
And though it costs us nothing,
We’ll ultimately pay with everything.
That’s just how the market works.
Special discount in aisle five.
Let free dumb ring!
What Can't Functions
Divert
Divert to
Diversion bill of assembly program text
Fault line
At fault line
At fault line data structure
Funding language of global variables
In hedgemony or
Supplemental grant writing policy
Development Funding and Policy
The importance of information and capability building with particular
reference to Tonga
Russell C. Taylor
September 2018
Thesis Submitted for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy from the
National Centre for Research on Europe at the University of Canterbury
Supply and Demand economics
Thousand Oaks California possibilities
Exam failure in definition of policy physics theory and laws
All the things that people say, and write,
it’s all information, both, wrong and right.
Bill boards, commercials, they are all the same,
to pass on information, to stay in the game.
Those spoken words, the order of their deeds,
information all day long, supply and demand, the filling of our needs.
False information, leads to a catastrophe,
as it, destroys both you and me.
Be careful what you trust in, informations, are not the same,
for when we partake, who then, is left to blame.
For we build our lives, on informations you see,
just as information builds, both you and me.
We are the information, in which we receive,
so be careful of the information, in which you believe.
Love without limits
Love without limits
Limit without love(without love)
Its not complicated
The more you think of(of)
Its a togetherness
Everyone wouldnt understand
Its a like job market
The supply and demand(demand)
So what is it that people want to know
Are we Taking it to fast or moving to slow(to slow)
I know one thing were working hard to mend it
Cause i want to love with no limits
Cant go to the stars (the stars)
Cant go the moon (the moon)
To put a limit on love
Id be so doomed (doomed)
Love without a limit
Put my all in it(in it)
Somehow we can finish it
Cant push it
Unless we push to the extreme
No limitations if u know what i mean
Tried to reach the sky
Somehow i felt i could fly(fly)
I dont know for how long
Cause in my life ive been done wrong (so wrong)
But i gotta remain strong
Regardless of what ive been through
You see there's more to me
Than people ever knew
Even those who dislike me in my heart i love you too (love you too)
See there's no limit
That i wouldn't go
To show my people love for sho
Hold up give me a second or maybe a minute
I just want to love with no limits
Cant go to the stars (the stars)
Cant go the moon (the moon)
To put a limit on love
Id be so doomed (doomed)
Love without a limit
Put my all in it(in it)
Somehow we can finish it
Cant push it
Unless we push to the extreme
No limitations if u know what i mean
(Hook)
Love without limits
Limit without love
I want to be
More than thought of(thought of)
Listen up
Im speaking (speaking)
So please stop
Critiquing(crituquing)
Here i am
More than an image
I am a love without limits
Cant go to the stars (the stars)
Cant go the moon (the moon)
To put a limit on love
Id be so doomed (doomed)
Love without a limit
Put my all in it(in it)
Somehow we can finish it
Cant push it
Unless we push to the extreme
No limitations if u know what i mean
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
5/4/2015