Let’s get set for yet another reset
Tiffs with each other riffs of what ifs
Definitely brother not your best bet
Wallow mounting mountain of debt
Follow internet fountain jet of regret
Caught in vaunted haunted silhouette
They tighten the net frighten bloodlet
Swallow your pride or with ease can forget
Beset our society on its knees under threat
But won’t get het up…so please don’t fret
Wild child.. don't the proverbial bed wet
Implore ignore being a bore.. the teacher’s pet
Or commuter the computer your tutor & suitor
Just be a looter and a future freebooter cadet
Don’t now vet all the people you’ve met
Vow over the small stuff you won't sweat
Don’t tease somehow have a tete a tete
Pleas to seize every day the appetite whet
Might not be a breeze but helluva wheeze
Cos tomorrow could be your best day yet!
looter marauder
a freebooting buccaneer
plundering pirate
pish posh thievery
pillaging provoking
sought by females
Four years before George Floyd met death
Tony Timpa drew his last breath
A cop pressed a knee into his back too
Tony cried warnings, the warnings were true.
Tony was white, George was black
A knee in Tony's back wasn't a racist attack
In neither case, was killing sought
It was a bad police tactic, that cops were taught.
If we talk of George Floyd also recall David Dorn
When protests erupted, then riots were born
You can cry "no justice, no peace'
But a looter shot David, made his life cease.
David, a black man, was trying to protect a store
That too is a story we should not ignore
To some, black lives matter only if the story resonates
So many other stories buried in these United States.
Don't just care when the outrage aligns,
Think of the lives falling between the lines.
BLACK AND WHITE
The skull and crossbones, in black and white
Recognised by all as pirates on the high seas
For many innocent victims, it caused a fright
Ordered on deck to get down on their knees
Sometimes, crew and others never survived
Booty taken and all such evidence destroyed
The pirates’ discipline was seen as contrived
With fair shares all round that they enjoyed
Then there was a new category of freebooter
With a royal grant to steal the enemy’s gold
But still, in the end, everyone was a looter
Some was kept for themselves, we are told
But in the first truly worldwide merchant fleet
That distinctive flag or ensign was an exemplar
Sailing under holy orders, and quite discreet
Vessels that belonged to the Knights Templar
Octavius Australopithecus
Decided he would take a leak with us
He aimed his big shooter
Hosed down an armed looter
Now relieved ~ his reward superfluous
There's a guy I know that loots.
He often wears special boots:
Strong leathery ones he'd choose,
His feet in them starts to cruise
To break doors with non-helped feet!
Isn't that alone a feat?
Bruce should like to see rogues do that
"But feet later go flat!"
Means, then, looter can be caught:
From boot shop found straight to court
Refrain from playing the looter
Or the parasite who takes
But always remain a builder
And known as one who makes
Yes build your life, proud and true
This is the Bitcoin way
Though looters claim we owe them
As Ayn Rand used to say
The looters count on Atlas…
That he’ll hold the world in place
But one day he will simply shrug
And the world will fall through space
Stand a maker, not a looter
Though the looters grow in size
Yes, swear by your love of life
That looting you’ll despise
Resist the urge for easy life
Prove strong as a woman or man
For either you’re a looter
Or you build everything you can
Our hands work and our minds conceive
And freely with others we trade
And let’s convert some looters
And end the looting charade
When we don’t a lunatic fetter,
Sanity does not look quite better;
When A Sluggard is The Pace Setter,
Things begin to happen much later:
An Aquarian Chosen Go-getter,
A lot tend to be rather wetter;
Everyone A Well-Trained Sharp Shooter
Exchange of Gunfire The Redder;
One deciding to be A Looter
Many Shaky Accounts The Redder …
I’ve told you what usually follow
And why my laughs are sometimes hollow.
A time-tested spiritual banking,
Higher and higher one goes in ranking,
Slammed doors sweetly unlocking,
Hindering barriers unblocking…
From the wall one has been flung
And like a bag on a peg hung,
One beautifully bounces off,
Once more cooking better-off
Your trifle not with Malachi 3:10,
God having it written with His Pen;
No chance rubbishing of the injunction,
For whomever must get beyond our junction.
Tithe never is by rude force backed,
Wherefore their payers have often slacked;
Of course, to hellfire straight,
Who even does so late…
As much a robber,
Who could another clobber,
No less, The Shameless Looter,
Who easily turns A Shooter.
What’s In A Word
Humor: by Miracle Man
November 25, 2021
Today, much time is spent on word substituting,
we’re currently being asked to cease using the word looting.
Hoodlum sympathizers have deemed it a racist word,
but to me, looting’s appropriate, and much preferred.
Some waste time lobbying on a better word campaign,
but taking from another what they've labored to obtain.
In every sense of the word you've become a looter,
and must plead your case before some prosecutor.
Over time words evolved and many are now taboo,
and being called white privileged, I find offensive too.
But I tend to agree and, as always, a straight shooter,
smash and grab is more refined than just plain looter.
“Fools live to regret their words,
wise men to regret their silence.”
Will Henry
Horn I Always Has Haiku Humor
When Trump stepped off curb,
Do not bother him or disturb,
As well as perturb.
Session by session,
Trump will make poor impression;
Does use deception,
At us stares and stares
While out you always wears,
When up or down stairs.
Trump is undressing.
Others will be impressing;
All his sins stressing.
Out sins poured and poured;
Trump had been told by our Lord,
History was restored.
Trump is a looter;
Ignorance needs a tutor.
Never straight shooter.
Trump does have an urge,
Be loser while being skirge,
As President must purge.
Trump is hard to bare;
A loser beyond compare;
Steels more than fair share.
Had looked at big board;
History had been restored;
Trump did bring on discord.
At us stares and stares;
For anyone Trump never cares';
Spent all of our fair shares.
Trump talks and rambles;
Not sure and always gambles;
Left us in shambles.
Trump last of liter;
Always has become bitter;
Needs baby sitter.
In sun, Trump does bask;
Refuses to wear his mask;
Even when we ask.
Trump does day by day,
Always leads our souls astray;
For sins he must pay.
Like last one the best.
Jim Horn
When we were born Mom and Dad
cried and laughed, in pain and joy.
But they did know one day, we will kill their freedom!
In the wrath of Corona,
the looter looted state coffer,
the rapists, the insurgents have killed
the living people, insulting humanity
But the people are still speechless.
Of course, I am an atheist within
the understanding of present society.
In my understanding,
I am not a hypocritical religious
but a self-righteous person who
walks on the path shown by nature.
We are part of a society where we grew up
between a superstitious society that sucks blood
in the name religions preachers
Rama, Krishna, Buddha, Jesus Christ, Mohammad!
It is not my fault that my country
And we are known as beggars and poor!
The fault is the reason of abusing people’s power
by the ruling government on accepting loans, donations and charities.
In the morning, with a cool breeze,
touching your body, stroking silky hair,
Lips kissed by both of us in the
whirlpool of lost consciousness!
Nick parked his sleigh and uses a scooter,
on roofs he looks more like an intruder;
he forgot how he got there,
stands on the roof in despair;
in the end Nick wanders like a looter.
__________________________
November 24, 2019
Poetry/Limerick/Santa Is Getting Old
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1202-024-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Holiday Themed Limerick
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Third Place
The sky starts where is the end of the city
Indeed, the villages are growing into cities
Riding the colourful balloons,
country is now really flying !
The picture of a surprising world,
is also really looking nice
Law and protection in one hand
and on the other, the values
will be stabbed in one night
Is there any hero who can fight !
There is the devil and
deep blue sea is also there, right
Looter, splendor, alliance, votes and notes
You can see all of them but you are acting
as if sleeping and do not wake up again
You are not a 'Z' category that before you fall
you will know when it stumbles and where
Always change the colour like a lizard
and you will learn how to mimic and
what is called an adaptation craft
Communication speed will be faster
but parents will be disconnected for ever
Only a few days are left ...
The villages will grow into cities !
My friend, did you know this?
Every wife is a padlock in a home
handed over the home by trust
to keep safe and secure from loot
and report any attempted robbery
My friend did you know this?
few report attempted robbery
often padlock becomes looter
Very pads keep doors locked
thieves often break into chambers
and grab the safes down there
full of pearls, gold, honey, cakes
What I know you do know too
but why do thieves break padlocks?
Simple. For every door is master key
for willing opener, willing opening
The husband it is true is a watchdog
guarding straws, honey pots, beers
in every home they live and bark
My friend did you know this?
listen and reflect on this message
Often as they bark and run around
they use straws to drink honey, beers
surely looted from unwatchful owners
mindless they carry some away in joy
Padlock, watchdog, wife, husband;
expel master keys, shun baits, be a wall
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