A question was asked and an answer was given:
" I belong to the lower class -- a hairline above the poverty level. I am okay with the old clothes that I've been wearing for the past years. I'm fine with less and I would be happier if you speculate less... :)
Be proud of yourself and be natural!"
They congregate in a bog
vying to be the boss hog
all the teethy little fishes
Swimming in circles they go
Baldy, Waldo, and Bozo
When one of them dishes
they all start to nibble
Watch them hurry to the bog
mouths drooling with dribble.
Throw out the chum
and watch them bite
at each other's bum.
It's a hilarious sight.
Swimming in circles they go
Feeding time is status quo
Along the shore they creep,
waiting to dive into the deep.
It's a condition known as stasis
but has no factual basis.
There's no hurry to reel them in
once they've been hooked.
Their circus act can be booked.
Swimming in circles they go
Banjo, Bongo and Bo Bo
A school of big mouth bass
from waters of the lower class
floating around in the bog
getting themselves waterlogged.
I am still trying to know what happened when
Trump won. Did God really support Trump due
to him being against the abortion issue and Harris's
lack of time to prepare? The Democrats now
represent upper scale, highly educated and
professional and popular instead of working,
middle and lower class who are dissatisfied
with the rising cost of living and rising gas
versus groceries prices. Lower and middle
class who represents majority enjoy having
a macho, strong and masculine image like
Trump while wanting revenge. They got
what they wanted.
Now let's see what happens and if
Trump lives up to his promises which
may be hard to meet. Listen to what
voters have to say and meet their
wants and needs.
'Pantry ****' writes Professor Denton
is a crusade that she's been sent on
to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt
that she's an ignorant, stupid lout
She claims that tidy pantries and manicured lawns
are 'racist and sexist structures' upper-crust society is based on
Well, Ms. Denton, if you'd ever lived in a lower-class neighborhood
you'd know instinctively what utter bull-roar your claims rest upon
1.He was a Scottish-Canadian medical doctor
and serial killer who poisoned his victims.
2.He murdered up to ten people in three countries.
3.He is targeting mostly lower-class women,
prostitutes and pregnant women seeking abortions.
4.He was convicted and sentenced to death,and was
hanged on 15 November 1892.
Note.Prostitutes are also women and women are not
aliens,they are our mothers sisters and daughters.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth,
You have to fight it and stand by its treats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
Enforcement of a right does not mind birth,
Either upper or lower class, law cheats!
Justice doesn't come easily on earth.
Only in heaven as believed, unearth;
True justice justly, where no bias competes-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
There, there is rigid justice before mirth:
For all sort worthy, are paradise feats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth,
For class manipulates law- preach rebirth,
To learn its way through cool forceful retreats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
On earth, an appeal is like a childbirth:
Pushing through emotion suffers defeats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.
Time lost is time gain
Nothing will ever be the same
Others will always bring up your past
But that will not last
Now you are in the super class.
Others will remember when
You were in the lower class
That was in the past
At last, at last that has past
You are now in God’s super class.
I know, I know you may ask
"Why it seem like others are doing better than me"
Are you sure, very sure
The out side looks first class
But the inside is sinking fast
They are not being in God super class.
When I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
God has Prepared a table
Before me in the present
Of my enemies
No weapon that is formed
Against me shall not last
Because I am now in God super class.
LIVES NO LONGER FRAGMENTED
Their lives in fragments, no longer,
they've left, "Valley of Shame".
They're no longer "Nobody,"
they're somebody ... with a name.
They're a composite of females,
complexions of all hues.
Variety of nationalities,
"entitled" ... paid their dues.
Don't assume women illiterate,
or of a lower class.
That they are "ladies of the street",
or girls ... living too fast.
Don't assume and don't imagine,
worst lifestyles, daily see.
These are ordinary females,
ladies ... like you and me.
Framented by something in life,
heart and essence erased.
In past, saw themselves invisible,
no soul, no heart ... no face.
September 17, 2020
Who will make a move first.
The world of chess is in the courts.
Can we really give an appeal and pay our lawyer for trust.
It’s your move Bobby Fisher, I mean the judge. Which side are you on?
Nitpicking the evidence but he won’t budge. Now we take it up to the president for rights deserve.
Mr. President can you help the lower class people? Taking it to the Supreme Court which is now reserved. It’s now your move...
blind minions do not hear
deaf disciples cannot see
callous subzero frozen feelings
breed gibberish jarring jubilee
this bloody blind-eyed messiah
rode to town astride an ass
belching barking oratory
for an aimless lower class
a starry-eyed astrologer
alchemist extraordinaire
summoned shrouded quatrains
revealing he baffles with a flare
loitering lotus-eater
puppeteer par excellence
self-indulgent Machiavellian
pitched fabricated arrogance
adroit and ambidextrous
he summons the mercurial mass
conjuring decrees and fairytales
dictating his rules pass
lose not a bloodied hammered head
resign yourself to a running retreat
le guillotine administers
swift sweet and replete
no man speaks of that not heard
or sees that left not read
bony fingers point with indigestion
reflecting in fractured mirrors
Posted April 18, 2020
The socialist
Spilt coffee on the kitchen table
the liquid formed the face of Jesus, as painted by an artist.
The face has idealized the sum of we hoped for
handsome and not old.
Jesus was the Assange of his time, a contrarian telling
us the truth; we don’t like being told the truth.
The church, the capitalist of the time, adopted him
like he should be one of them.
They only did this when too many believed in his teaching
and the put quotes in his mouth what he never said.
Born in a stable by a lower-class family who was behind in rents
and thrown out, his father too up carpentry which Jesus
was no good at doing
He was more bookish walking around critical of the regime
which arrested him and then crucified him as a warning to
his many fans, but his equality talks are still around today
we call it socialism.
Living just to die
Negligence rules
From the upper class
It prove is seen
Right on the lower class
Below the bottom
They have their world
Up there
So is difficult for them
To see us below
The power they posses
Is the source of the curse
Why till now they cant feel
The ones who holds
The pillars of that up lift them
Life is sad story
No wonder they create
A pillamid of class
Even when we live
Our life's are equal to just
Living just to die
*People just being people.
These are the kind I want to be around.
How I deplore those putting on airs.
I like the folks whose both feet touch the ground!
Uppity people won’t hang out with lower class folks.
Some society types brag about their good breeding.
For those born with golden spoons in their mouths,
education in REAL life is what they are needing!
Fashionistas and upper class snobs on the hill
seem to think that blue collar’s a sin.
Too many people have hate for their brothers.
*We are all alike beneath the skin!
What matters the most is being yourself.
As they say, “To thy own self be true.”
So this world might at last enjoy full peace,
we must respect those who don’t think like we do!
Sept. 30, 2019 for Richard Lamoureux's Pick A Line Any Line Poetry Contest
*The title and first line are from Richard's poem: Broken People
The other line *is from my poem: A Love Letter to my Friends of India
(see Link in box above for my Love Letter poem)
red-blue balls
lower class teacher
shows colored balls - counts number
kid denies to learn
10/07/2019
'Haiku-hue' Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she lost her life.
She was a beauty but of lower class
He belonged to a wealthy family
A few weeks later grew tired of the lass
She was found in Shannon’s estuary.
His servant killed Ellen a girl so young
And from a boat threw her over the side
Both men found guilty and from gallows hung
Her dead body washed ashore with the tide.
In Clare there stands a memorial stone
The Colleen Bawn she is now better known.
Written on 28 January 2019
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