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Still Saluting Putin?

Will Putin listen?

Siberia gulags glisten

Hysteria seeds myopia

Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia

Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia

Impassioned stock shock rationed

Shepherd & flock fashioned

Russian roulette yet again

Ukraine disdain cam-pain

Vladimir fears

Scurrilous sneers

Mutinous jeers

Career nadirs

Dissident disappears

Old school kidology

Muscovite cruel mythology

Satellite strewn astrology

Fossil fuel fool geology

Ideology without apology

Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology

Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology

A crook brook soaked my books

Today's rain is more of a doom,
But why not just spare my own room?
You just poured in without a shame
So, who will then take this your blame?

Tho', where I live is a jungle,
My life needs not be this bungled,
Because this flood was just a lot,
This is not just based on my thought.

Its' anger was unleashed too pure,
Though, not only to us, the poor,
Those at Lekki bought their own shares,
Their riches brought them their scares.

Tho' pained, but not by my soaked book,
But by the food I was to cook,
They were all soaked by this mean crook,
That turned my room to a deep brook.

My hunger cried, as the rain poured,
Everything swam, as the sky mourned,
Hunger came, as salary cried,
Debts begged, as the month-end sighed.

Who Is To Blame

A beautiful country deliberately engulfed
In flames, by looters who once again play the apartheid games
Stealing from your brothers the colour of your own skin
Is it a shame or do you call it a fair win?

Planning quick riots, stoking the unrest
Burning down shopping malls, causing instant joblessness
stealing fridges and tv’s that cannot fit into your car
A blue couch too big for your house, oh how bizarre!  

Stone throwing unmarked vehicles, why?
Do you even care if the only breadwinner might die?
You only care about yourself and nothing less
Stop blaming apartheid when you caused this mess


Date: 29 July 2021


Premium Member The Joy of Looting

Fill the car up, get us some burgers and coke.
Call my Antifa connection for the latest dope!


Bring a bottle of bricks, my hammer  and workman's gloves.
Goggles, helmet and wait for an officer to shove.


I'm really out to bring down this nation!
I am here to be the newest Communist sensation!


Law breaking today is de riegur!
I have no time for any American laws, you hear?


Now don't go saying that millions died for me.
I got that new American dream, called "Free,Free,Free."


Let's hop in the car, turn on Throwback Jamz.
Don't forget the malt liquor, ice cold..in tall cans.


I don't want a job, have you lost your mind?
Got my free phone, just want brand new rags~any kind!


Listen up, kids, you each got a big old sack.
That's right, grab anything throw it in your sack!


Such fun, eh, to ruin all that we see?
Now bring the loot to the car, ruining country and family!

           

                   June 2, 2020
                     8pm PST
                    Poem 1215 * Previous counts off by 100..corrections later. Sorry.

Premium Member Looting

Look around, do you even need to ask why?
Over and over the same damn  reply; 
Out of options so gotta look back 
The revolution will not be televised 
It’s way past time for zero tolerance 
Now! Slowly forging a lasting change 
Graffiti the streets in the name of peace.

Desputing Then Looting and Shooting

Desputing Then Looting and Shooting

started disputing
were not pleased when polluting
and distributing 

Jim Horn


Looting In Night

Hooting an Owl pure white,

Looting in dark night-

My sleep long fight!

Looting

London, London!
Youths rioting,
Communities dying.

Mother, mother the world is watching
London is burning, 
Revolution rising.

Taxes increasing,
Cash decreasing,
Nation pleading.

Babies bleeding,
Mother’s praying,
Politician's denying.

Mother, mother the population is mad.
Hard times, crazy times, sad times,
Scary night, dreary night, lonely life.

Papa, papa her their cry!
Babies’ bawling,
Prison sizzling,
Cities exploding.

Lcd (Looting Contrivance Disease)

The health bill crawls to a finish
thanks to that turncoat, Kucinich,
selling that socialist streak
that renders everyone weak
like Popeye without his spinach.

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