Marx Poems - Poems about Marx

dark is the morning dark is my phone with aliens rushing our border i watch these vermin with contempt i take my eyes off at 8am sharp the commute is only an hour but a good first impression i will attempt i bought the new phone today it’s 0.5 centimeters bigger and even has another camera to survey i stopped by...

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("Utopia and Terror Merit Badge", 2010, original oil) To This Day Even now over 175 years after Marx Set a tide of revolution in motion There are still ever expanding and encroaching Tendrils and tentacles of his influence In every aspect of our lives. At the root of all this hope and change Is the vision of an idealized society, You could say a...

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They used to call it the Empire State. But the empire isn't doing too great. Democrats in power, big ideas they plan. Too bad for the middle class and the forgotten man. Low-income high rise in your village Middle class won't escape the general pillage. Congestion and crime, they'll surely bring, Practical doesn't matter, ideals are everything. Landlords, its coming, statewide rent control. They...

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Karl Marx was a historian and scholar Groucho Marx whooped it up and hollered Both of them were starved for attention Neither of them honorable menschen * ____________________________________ * 'Menschen' in Yiddish literally means 'men.' But it is used to describe honorable, decent ...

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I feel sorrow and dread when they borrow ideas from Marx. The sorry living, and the dead, know it never works. It never has in the least. To that, let the millions of people this theory has killed attest; And let them, in peace, rest. But always comes a new crew, who are sure they can make it work. And now they are banging...

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Classic Radio I crave classic radio! Boston Blackie and The Shadow; Captain Midnight; Fibber Maggie and Molly; Ace detectives fighting crime; Or comedians making up limericks in rhyme. Keep the TV for my husband to watch now As I wear earphones, letting him wonder how It is I’m laughing so much through every hour As snarky sleuths and Groucho Marks make our Pups wag their...

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Whar art mine fervent zeal for Marx Brothers? While figuratively trout fishing for ideas to write about analogous (hook, line and sinker) idea wormed itself into mind with clout moment of awareness arose without shadow of doubt. As a long haired pencil necked teenage geek zany Harpo, Groucho, Chico ranked as idols mine most favorite slap stick until I reached cusp of early adulthood, yet...

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Karl Marx created the communist manifesto because looking at the capitalist world the wealthy abused the poor The wealthy enjoyed abundant lifestyles well everybody else became slaves money the wealthy getting wealthier well wages were eroded Marx was a trained economist women died in the cotton factories of Manchester by the time they reached twenty eight years old killed by the cotton fibres, they...

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THE MARX BROTHERS or The Unimportance of Being Earnest I will praise the brothers Marx for their absurdity As all ‘fools’ who mask high wisdom with the artless May they lift our spirits faced with an adversity The rejection of such gladness would be heartless For when loosed of strictures rife with disapproval Their spirits could create with wild abandon Then without...

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Don't scream about equality. Life's unfair, that's reality. Just do the very best you can to be a truly worthy man. Productive work and mind said Marx, beget the humanizing sparks. Self-worth and self-respect, said Rand, can make for ouselves a better land!...

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Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children (and second oldest heir) Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications titled The Communist...

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He was a herder of many sheep. Often he whipped his tongue and spared the rod. He lived for the Lord, for the harvest to reap. With all his heart and soul, he loved his God. What words can suffice to send off a soul? A soul of a priest, a servant of He Who by words so sacred, words that...

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Jesus Christ and Karl Marx seek lost children in the City of Gold In shackled shack with weight of broken bricks on tin roofed promises she rest her head against the precious paraffin cooker empty and cold Five children to feed no milk in once beautiful breasts life sour and rancid abused and battered and her husband long gone...

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Most people did not know that Arthur was your real name. However, with your brothers, you achieved great fame. Even though you could talk, you never said a word in your flicks. Your fans loved all of your comical antics. Harpo, how many times did you reach into your bag of tricks? Your brothers and your agent once played a...

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Karl Marx house in Trier. Know you where it is, Abode of wisdom today we live, Renown for industrial change? Labour unite...still remember the say? Man! It is a place to be, Athenaeum of global change, Rare to find in somewhere else, X-rays of wars on man and growth. Herein philosophy lived, On the table under the tree he wrote, Uniform of the legend intact...

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