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(Continued from Part 1)
Transparent figures walk at a flirtatious pace
On world-class runways, with no expression on their face
Parading styles you can't afford in your possession
They are the ghostly models of the latest, greatest FASHION.
A millisecond blink, a click, some weird noise,
A virtual reality for all the girls and boys, and men and women,
From X-Box to the Web, from Lasik to Radiology -
At work, at school, at home,
Invade the blinks of the mind-boggling TECHNOLOGY.
Hard sharpened teeth are clutching at my feet
"You won't go far! You have deadlines to meet!
Go back to work, we hunger for your check.
Oh no, we don't really care that you broke your back."
The swollen lips repeat "You have a chance!
And all you need is years of education,
The right color of skin, and perfect credit-pay-back evidence.
We'll hire you if you're that certain kind,
Then close the firm and move so far you'll never find."
More faulty words are slipping from the tongues
"Don't worry, our brand won't hurt your lungs.
Enjoy yourself! (*at your own cost)"
You think you're cool, when sadly you are lost.
The "sharpened, swollen, slipping" are after you and me
They are the widely-opened mouth of the ECONOMY
Enormous brains stroll through historic halls
Preparing campaigns, false promises, ready for the brawls.
Deciding wars, neglecting harsh critiques
They are the brains of brainless POLITICS
A large behind sits comfy in its chair
It "covers" all, at all times, everywhere.
From Maine, to Oregon, to most southern tip of Texas
Sit one-half IRS and the other TAXES.
A sagging belly and a double chin,
A pair of dark circles and a droopy skin,
Decide to make a move and Go For It!
It's time to freshen up and tighten up a bit.
As they arrive at their first appointment
They're quickly greeted by awaiting disappointment
"You want to look younger? feel better? No, No, No!
Read through your policy, you fools, we are the HMO!"
*
On this, my friends, I'll go to sleep
I'm tired, time for counting sheep.
Just one more thing I'd like to add,
Last words just pondered in my head
The moral of the story is,
That if you want to live with ease,
Through all commotions, bring your sense of HUMOR
Just so that you, yourself, don't turn into an ugly tumor.
1999
© Copyright
In a world that’s changing quickly for the likes of you and me,
we can hardly keep up with the pace that passes endlessly.
I’m not talking ‘bout technology, computers seem to give,
I’m talking ‘bout society and that means the way we live.
I’m no example; I’ve had two wives and working on me third,
so marriage seems that it’s no more than just a fleeting word,
and if there is some hassle that means working through the heat,
it seemed much easier to turn my back and walk off down the street.
But the weighted scales of justice take their turn along the track,
and bring up what’s forgotten when they tighten up the slack.
There’s derision then division and a lifelong scar to heal,
then silly buggers just like me jump back upon the wheel.
After two bites of the cherry there is a certain wary mood,
and when a woman steps up with a smile I’m pretty bloody clued
as to what intentions she might have - not like a friend Henry
who recently got married to a perilous divorcee.
I know she doesn’t like me much, but she really don’t like men,
and with the attitude she’s got I wondered why she wed again,
but Henry is the type of bloke who just likes to tag along,
so I bet in their marriage she’s the one who’s bloody strong.
I’m in the hospital and visiting my good mate Henry now.
He’s been beaten to a pulp and I’m about to tell you how.
We were dining in a hotel; Henry and his wife and me,
when we saw this fellow stagger and as drunk as he could be.
Henry made a comment then, that put him in a tricky place,
when he noticed how his woman kept on looking at his face,
so he asked her if she knew him and she answered “Yes I do.
He is my ex husband - now believe me this is true”.
“Since I left him seven years ago he’s been drinking every night”,
then Henry made this statement with its power to incite,
“That’s remarkable” said Henry; then things went awful wrong,
“I can’t believe that anyone could celebrate that long.”
The judge called it a crime against humanity,
He said he had to have lost all reason and sanity.
How could some one do to a race of people what this one man has done.
He turned a whole nation against them because they were called the chosen
ones.
And gender didn’t matter to him just who you were and what you believed.
If you were Jewish it was the death sentence you received.
They were used in labor camps and treated worse than a slave,
Split up from their family and most were sent to an early grave.
Starved and beaten and packed in cattle cars and sent off to different camps.
With no respect given they were treated worse than the lowest of tramps.
Animals were given more respect than this breed of people God had claimed for
His very own.
This had to have been one of the worst injustices this old world has ever
known.
But the thing that scares me now is that it may happen again.
I feel like if we don’t try to stop it that God will punish us cause we are suppose
to be her friend.
Israel pretty much stands alone and the center of all that is going on.
Iran has made her threat when they have a nuclear weapon Israel will be the
first to get blown.
America is strong as strong as can be,
But we’re hated and despised for being the land known as the Free.
It’s time we pay attention to this world we live in.
And quit catering to those who we know are truly not our friends.
We may have to tighten up our belts to make ends meet.
But that’s better than losing what we’ve got and tasting the bitter taste of defeat.
We as a society think our good life can never ever stop.
But what if tomorrow the bottom should drop?
All that I am trying to say is I think we need to show we support Israel,
And be less trusting of all things in this world is what I feel.
We need to give God all the credit for all that he is.
For everything in this world is still His…….
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Tom sat fer-nent the table within a smoker's chair
A table pot of pra-tes and bacon quivers there
The cook an apron dirty wipes the grease and clears her throat
She cooks her husband dinner the children's and the goat's
He smokes his pipe asunder and prods and pokes its shoot
Burnt black his index finger tobacco by the root
Dear wife is it not ready for the pit I have to trot
the horse will soon be ready the timber and the shot
Dear man move to the table the butter there just melt
The pra-tes are King Edwards and tighten up your belt
Tis hot and floury flavour the bacon salty rich
Some milk would be a cooling or you will have a stitch
Dear child come home from school now those shoes a wearing bare
You scholar and a brother of fiddle and of flare
Before you have your pra-tes put turf upon the light
Where's dear dear sister Nancy be home before the night
And Annie did you eat yet asked he a million times
Not yet the lady calls out but yet she never dines
The kettle purring steadily in black and iron cast
A crook a blackened lever and tea for all at last
Hurry up now dear dear Annie the night shift I must go
Some bread some bacon sandwich the night for money sow
The sound of carts a coming and following the man
Oats and horse a chopping the collars and the ham
Goodbye now Cook and ready now depart and bid fair due
My jacket wet and dripping, tonight and on the crew
Carts a pulling coal blast the horses strain and tear
A fire man's instruction and all are quite aware
Black sandwich square the dusty air take soda made with fruit
I hope one day I'll get away and always wear a suit
The night is done and Annie come to greet me on the mat
Without you dear I'd not be here my life my joy my cap
(1940s- West of Ireland)
Ian foley- for the :Middle Of The Road Contest
Listen up, you tin soldiers,
it’s time to grow some heavy metal skin
In this battle of the sexes,
the enemy is winning the war ...
And that burns my masculine soul to no end
Team testosterone is in retreat,
therefore, I implore my band of brothers
The prospect of imminent defeat
should make us fight that much harder
As one brave soldier of the enemy truthfully declared:
Love is a battlefield!
So I ask you right now, you miserable grunts,
are you prepared to yield?
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for one hundred of her kind —
Bravehearts, willing to battle any man
in combat, up close, hand to hand
Now I know some of you boys
ain’t seen war upfront and personal
Them little girls you’ve been dealing with,
ain’t nothing but lightweight ...
just a tease and a flirt
Easily defeated on the first date
A real woman would chew you up and spit you out,
pin your weak mind to the floor ... kick your butt out the house
That kinda woman wouldn’t take your crap,
no, you best believe not for one moment, son
She’d get right in your face,
and smack you up side your head with her love gun
What y’all raw, green thumb bucks need to understand,
this is a real war you’re in
And them tough-minded women they aim to win
So, listen up to Sgt. Apone here,
tighten up your boots, strap on your jocks
and test check your combat gear
The next sounds on the battlefield I better not hear:
“I’ll take care of that right away ...”
“whatever you say ...”
“yes, dear!”
I can feel the moisture progressing on the top of my forehead
Little light creases start to form here on my chin
I'm looking at you and I can see that you are lovely
Beyond your red rose colored eraser, and your tented yellow streaks
Lies a handsome texture of a newly grown tree wrapped around carved graphite
Your incandescent sensation is intense
My grey eyes are no match to the glow that flows off your wonderful carving
You are so beautiful I can't even imagine how I could write with you
Behind all that beauty I can see that you are terrified
Terrified that I might abandon you, after your jagged edges fall to the floor
Your point will be no more
Possibly terrified I would use you to you were numb
I can't imagine how I could do this to you
But it needs to be done
This is your destiny
This is your end
I must write with you
As I gaze at you slowly, with suspicion out of my grey colored pupil
I see no reaction, no movement, no emotion
Do you even care?
But then I hear you scream
Let me go
Oh' please
Oh' please just let me dream
You try to wiggle from my grip
But I just tighten up
My hands are trembling
You're incredibly to strong
My hands set free
You hop towards the door, but I run faster
Closing in on you more and more
You look back just to take a glimpse of this nightmare
Now looking forward, you are getting closer to the door
Gotcha I yelled
Please you begin to plead
But I won't let you go, no not anymore
You were close to your escape, but this isn't your fate
Form:
Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?
hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up
chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up
woke up, broke up, spoke up
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up
dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up
save up, gave up, head up, made up
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up
go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up
pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up
back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up
I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…
Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?
Let me get this straight,
you demand everything be free
have no intention to assimilate.
I said we need to tighten up the boarders a bit
to screen who's coming in.
You called me a racist
said I put children in cages.
You pulled the "phobia care". Again
From your magic hat of political correctness.
Truth is those children are being clothed and well fed.
Entertained and educated
have a roof over their heads
free medical attention...
Unlike some of our own children
and many homeless vets-
My views have nothing to do
with the color of your skin
or your religion.
It has everything to do with
separating roses from the weeds...
Remember you even said you wanted to kill me
demanded all that free stuff..."that my blue collar butt
will pay for with sweat and blood"...
Now you want me to lay out the welcome mat
and shut my trap.
well, that's never going to happen jack.
I'm the type that doesn't mind speaking my mind.
Having a little tussle in the political muck.
Walking down the throat of a gun...
So, get in line like the millions before you.
Bring those baskets filled with good intentions
leave those thorns of hate behind
Don't cut in line
maybe someday we can toast
to assimilation and democracy...
Share a hectare of Mexican gold
from the torch of lady liberty's soul
and inhale the sweetness of freedom.
forever.
As life becomes harder and harder to make ends meet in these troubled days,
Harder to stretch what little we have, and so unsure of tomorrow like being stuck in a maze.
As we tighten up our belt hoping this is just a passing phase,
And clinging to happier thoughts and memories before these troubled days.
Every trip to the store seems to cost us more and more,
It’s like being in a game show trying to choose which door.
The governments solution was to send us a stimulus check to ease their guilty mind,
Instead of freezing prices to keep us from slipping farther and farther behind.
From a little over a dollar a gallon for gas to now more than four dollars a gallon they have lost all control,
These elected officials swore an oath but won’t up hold their role.
Like a tiny snowball that has caused an avalanche down a hill,
So has the price of gas and it’s our economy this monster is trying to kill.
Kickbacks and payoffs have taken their toll upon us,
It’s time they be held accountable it’s time we kick up a fuss.
Things can be made right if we say we’ve had enough,
Of crooked politicians and other government officials who have made our lives so rough.
Nixon once froze prices and held this wolf at bay,
So why can’t they at least now do that till they can figure out a better way?
I don’t blow no trumpet. I don’t beat no drum.
Need to make haste softly ‘cause of where I’m from.
Draped in gray felt shadow with the brim turned down,
Keep my profile low if I go into town.
Ain’t nostalgic now, but I remember when…
Won’t give one thin dime to do it all again.
Watch the sun go sinking low atop the canyon wall.
Pick a dozen stars to wish on just to watch ‘em fall.
When you’re this close to the bottom you don’t have to crawl.
You’re just stepping off the edge of a dime, that’s all.
Like the wolf accused of doing in the lamb,
Keep my back trail covered ‘cause of who I am.
When I stop to tighten up a stirrup strap,
Hold my breath and listen for a twig to snap.
Ain’t the bitter sort like most hard-bitten men,
But I wouldn’t give a dime to do it all again.
Feel like screaming toward the sky atop the canyon wall.
Throw my demons down the cliff side just to watch ‘em fall.
They can walk me to the gallows. They won’t see me crawl.
Be like stepping off the edge of a dime, that’s all.
Packed some rawhide rations and a bone to chew.
Always leave town early ‘cause of what I do.
Just a child out searching for that Golden Fleece.
Gonna rock this pony till I rest in peace.
Ain’t no banker’s clerk, but I can count to ten.
Won’t give one thin dime to do it all again.