You open the flood gates if you say
You come from the bush and are in power,
So beside your regular pay
Some misappropriation won't matter.
Billions may pass on your belt each day
And your heart, dangling in greed,
May say to you: "Rustic fellow, make hay
While you can. Only bounds don't exceed."
Your move needs multiple endorsers
En route for the cash to come through.
Further, you lay yourself open to those bribers!
Truly, the day you did it you may rue!
"Where in the world has anyone
Been squeaky clean holding money like this?
As there's none under the sun
Taking some won't be that amiss!
"Seeing you insist on doing this,...
Even though you'll mislead your subordinates,
And are actually providing a basis
For graft,...Open the flood gates!
Money taken from the public purse
Will be in the tens of trillions!
You'll be engendering a captured burse
And bewildered citizens!
Obsession with higher returns on investment
Crushes man, separating a person from personal data
Collected through stealth, subterfuge hidden in a vestment
Free services claim to account holders flatter.
Pecuniary motives peddle personal information
Concealed ruse gathers and bothers to assemble
For sale with neither owners’ consent nor participation
In how, what and which corporations information reassemble.
Personal information belongs not to information thieves
Who usurp personal details using terms and conditions
Which grant no legal right to knaves and knives
That manipulate and misappropriate data in misguided missions.
The global village vies to regulate
Behemoths that threaten freedoms in a cartel kingdom
That shuns integrity, expecting data owners to capitulate
In the face of trade carried out in a thoughtless thiefdom.
Misrule
Misappropriate
Mass-grave
Accepts leadership as headache
Unites all subjects to agonize
Turns workers into complaining robots
Holds all under him suppressed
Organizes team work for failure
Result oriented management a bluff
Invests in man power for self-interest
Tests set goals to check cheating
Yearns for mishaps to misappropriate
Orlando and Sandy Hook
Advantage of always take advantage of
To do is what a bunch of people love
And of course we have heard as of late
Congress finds ways for funds to misappropriate.
Several of their feelings recently were fixed
All four gun control measures now are nixed
And instead of into the past each one fade
Republicans want to come to everyone's aid.
Instead of some having to end their career
Trying to make gun control bill be their idear
And all of the credit eventually want to get
Makes them feel good lets go ahead and let.
See my friend how easy it was to do
Democrats had bright idea out of the blue
Up whole congress finally became shook
By filibuster about Orlando and Sandy Hook.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I know this may sound crazy, but
Love shall not be imagined, and do let it go.
Over, and over it goes long, let you know,
Verily, know that my heart will never be as bat.
Every moment I remember that good time, spent with
You, the sun unimaginably laughs at me.
Oh, our love makes everything different, not only me,
Understand that don’t let out the pith.
Anger shall never ever let you down, focus on certain aim.
Damn, now Lad and Lady are landing along the left side of the beach,
Aubade they sing in any moment for each.
Misappropriate none repeat the same.
Action not intention, we bowed for our mistakes,
Simply because everyone needs repent as how it takes.
angels are sprawled
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere, not ‘nough off too far, there are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday'll
commercial the crap out of
office parties
forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…”
spark the short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day
angels are sprawled
in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn
over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue
an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim
somewhere not ‘nough off too far
there are
yards watching snowmen come and go
behind the windows that hold kitchens
the bills are a pilin’
the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in
the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack
dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back
the t.v.’s got little relief
there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel
that someone someday will commercial
the crap out of
office parties forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…”
spark the short lived, misappropriate romance
the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till
warrants wrappings to be hauled away
to some landfill
waiting for Valentine’s Day
The Childless
The childless are not only those
That has not protruding stomach experienced
However, they are part of it
The childless are not only those
That theirs’ fell like a leaf eaten by maggot
Yet they make up this group
The childless are not only those
Whose offspring cross the seas?
And have their brains formatted
I agree they are childless
The childless are not only those
That dies of hunger and poverty
It is the worst type of childlessness
The childless are not only those
Whose sons misappropriate funds?
Even when they make the citizenry suffer
The childless are not only those
Who moves from one NPF station to another?
With an intension to bail
Its most heart breaking
The childless are not only those
That replaces a jewelry box weekly
In their heart begging, blaming God
For the gift of a thorn in the heart
Instead of the so requested children
It takes more than birth
To become a father or mother
three souls once housed
in a womb selfishly self consumed...
the emotional adrift...from a mother
not torn and not ripped...
...three souls cast aside...
left defenseless as if blind...
...three souls recount the treachery...
served upon them countless years...
...far be it to repeat the same...
...they prefer the troll to disappear...
...for life is like a clay bird...
one shot or your a miss...
Misappropriate or mistaken...
the troll exceeds remiss
...the womb you so devoured...
reconstruction unexplained...
...we all moved very nicely...
...for your life whom do you blame...
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