Lazy folks design better mousetraps
Industrious folks bring them to market
Money-hungry promoters hawk ‘em
Insecure consumers gobble ‘em up
America lurches on its way
Two steps sideways
A step in the bucket
Trust turns to dust
A star once floated from East to West
He now punishes those who abuse their power
Snarling under his hook of a nose
The fire orange sun beats down on his blood red goblin face.
His bark is a thunder bolt
Honor is his name and he will cease at nothing to preserve it
From the Heian to Tokugawa, through the surrender of ‘45
From countless Seppukus to the Yasukuni Shrine
He flew through the night which followed Abe’s killing
He watched with disdain when the troops raided Nanjing
“Call me ugly as you wish, but you are the true pigs of the sky,” he said
“With your bombs and swords you have given me endless work”
The flying dog is here to stay, and to judge all who make evil
His face will float above forests and decorate museums
Do not be the reason why the red goblin glows
Do not let this mighty flying dog make an example of your money hungry soul
He will haunt you like no other as he has for centuries
Bow to your masters, and maintain your dignity
Or whatever is left will be ripped and turned into dust
By the flying dog who they call “Tengu”
Apocalyptic riders, riding hard,
pressing, pressing on us
as they come -
how long will they ride
before we all are overcome?
Why do so many
to the horsemen four succumb?
Too many, like sheep, heedless have become.
Anti-democratic and scapegoating leaders
have ruled over us for decades.
No. For centuries!
Wars and misery they bring.
Why don’t we turn the tables
and lock them up in penitentiaries?
Why imitate those liars
being money-hungry,
allowing them control
as we follow ever dumbly?
So few are those who dare step up.
Lonely is the Silver Surfer and Fantastic Four.
A shout-out to humanity -
your courage I implore!
Turn the tables. Turn the tables.
If we’d but take a stand -
think of how the world could be.
Like the Dharma -
It could be so grand.
Let us all together band,
and let Aquarius shine with peace
throughout each and every land.
Evils
Money-hungry xenophobic cruelty
Automated psychopath robots
Lustful murderous tendencies
White cloaks, expensive sedatives
Human values and hopes are dead
Trampled and discarded religions
Disgusting psychology thrives on life - there
Alcohol and medicine are the life here -, it’s psychological
Created by celebrated world professors
Success, money, and career are on their side
Suffering, depression, and pain in my side
Hopelessness and abandonment on our side…
Take away my shame
They go for the award
I go for the message
They want to be popular
I just want a legacy
They are money hungry
In disguise of motivators
I fish them out and remark them
With the songs of my soul
No wonder they don't love my shadow
They can always smell me from afar
Like the dog they want to be
I wonder why they cant learn
I wonder why they keep on being
Egoistic
I wonder what value they think they
Worth
Just to be number one
In a world of illusion
Take away my shame
And protect my path oh God
Cos there are so many vultures
Waiting in vain just to eat me up
Off curse they got no power since
Am alive
They know who I am
When I step up with my songs
They can't stand the truth
But can destroy it and replace
Illusion to humanity
They worship money
And the rest of us
Worth nothing if we got no names
Am too busy living my life
They are busy comparing my life
I got no hate despite I know
Not everyone I know loves me
This is why I hid to the call
Of nature cos always it
Take away my shame
A dedication
spoiled t-rump
...given $100mill at age 19...
bought his whole life
...but can hardly speak legibly...
so his diction'air'ease and the'sour'asst fart'is
...give meanings to things he says...
in his social inter-predations
...he is saying nothing uncommon...
but his words can simply be read two ways
...nothing specific though full of emotion...
or that of an unconcerned self-centered power and money hungry child
stan sand
DECEITFUL DEALINGS AND DEATH
Buying a big old mask for my face!!
I am fooling, you~ you know me far better, you need not a trace.
It's amazing people don't have a clue how to use them!
Not knowing this, could bring on a case of CoVid, who can blame them?
It's more than immoral to not tell people, the dangers.
But in these days, in our fear,now we trust money hungry strangers.
Each day more creative coverings are shown, as hawkers who see them,
To cashing in on fear, it's how they are thrown!
Worse are the freaks or friends who call 911!
Calling the police, like brownshirts, it's a thing that's done??
They haven't a clue that today, you just tested negative.
These self-proclaimed brown shirts, smiling with glee, as you are arrested.
Hiding in coomfy houses,like Techno-lost rats are we!
So we stay at home, some even afraid of bumble-bees.
Take care of yourself, please don't be a rat-fink calling the police?
Better call on neighborhood gang members who leave the young dead and fleeced.
July 4, 2020
11:50 pm PST
Edited
No more worries and anxiety. No more pain, no more sin and disasters, no more darkness and sadness. No more battles and wars. No more racism or prejudice. No more injustice and strife. No more hatred and backsliding. No more chasing false dreams. No more false idles and money hungry schemes. No more jealousy or envy. No more murderers and rapist. Just a peaceful and joyful and positive shinning light in a beautiful world their lives the trinity, God the father, Jesus the son and the Holy Spirit. To seek this beautiful world all you need is to confess, Romans 10:9 God Bless!
My Dad wrote this beautiful poem.
The gambler was hard-up for cash
Didn’t get it, but instead got a rash
He worked up an inch
His stomach started to twitch
Money hungry, the man felled and crash
A very human touch to a story
with some zip to it.
The media is a heartless leach
to the many unfortunate souls suffering,
amongst the filth and chaos of a city in peril.
War has reduced entire cities to rubble,
people are forced to flee for their lives
and yet, the news cameras focus their lenses
on its bullet-ridden facade for dramatic effect.
A money-hungry machine,
news stations suck every ounce of emotion from a story
without shame.
We expect them to inform us
of worldwide catastrophes and events,
and so, we encourage indiscriminate insensitive
photo-shoots of people’s pain.
It may be a sad addiction, and quite pathetic,
but it’s perfectly acceptable,
to exploit human suffering
in the name of news.
Coverage of childhood trauma, fear, or starvation,
all fall under the doctrine of clean hands.
Reporters inoculate hard hearts from reality’s truths
as homeless, hopeless faces,
cling to life, walking away
from everything they ever loved.
And recording their pain
while it’s still fresh and piercing,
is but an opportunity for the news to shore up falling ratings.
(Free Verse)
hired activist
mind the figure
you adore
mind the ideology
you adopt
mind the believe
you portray in reality
cos out their
on their heels of power
remember the closed door
behind the closed door
your faith is determine
prepared and chosen
to reality
don't forget you are
not there
don't be fooled
by the popular truth
remember you are not
part the circle
the circle that controls
what you never know
yet adopt
beware cos
so many idols are
not for truth
so many talent are
bought to promote evil
so many intellectuals
don't say no truth any more
they no longer read from
the soul
but read only from the master's
script
beware cos
so many are money hungry
and this dont excluded
those you adore
somany are also victims of
hired activist
They love to sell into the dark end,
where covetous souls
plunge to the bottomless debt deep
Parrot voice chirps got the suicidal siren blasting:
Saying a lifestyle of surfeiting
is an overdrawn bank account pleasure drowning
Pirate eyes cast a silver tongue hook
of bait-and-switch repo
to the blue wails
Underwater mortgage
from a pirate lending shark loan
cause the cash minnows to prey groan
Heavy is the dropped credit anchor pain,
sinking life savings ...
Treasure chest safety net
401k disappearing
Another black pirate patch
cast a hollow gaze
False profits on the rise,
usury rescue in pocket tearing decline
Pirate eyes wink leviathan;
spearing desperate, money hungry short fins
at the bottom feeder end
Purse plunderers sale on the pirate flag
wavy death tide ...
Peering into the empty wallet
abyss dark
Where all false profits
foggy deceit hide
Uncontrolled lustful defiling, dirty and inciting
The profaning of holy sanctuary
Wolves amongst gentle lambs
The greedy and money hungry
The un-sharing and un-caring
Deceitful with, 10% truth and 90% untruths.
These are itching ear promoters, abusers and users.
If the money were gone, they would be gone also.
She's Flossy,
Champagne Taste With Beer Money,
She's Bossy,
Takes What She Wants,
All You Have Sonny,
Hold Your Peace,
And Let The Lord Fight It,
Because In Heaven,
Bling,
Don't Mean A Thing,
Honey.
What an ugly woman and no I'm not just talking about her rat face
Squinting like she's been sprayed with mace.
You can tell she comes from money, she's not a human being
Champagne and lobsters, its a different world she's seeing.
She thinks everything is okay, she thinks Britain is doing well
The elite live in heaven and leave us to rot in Hell.
A vote for her is a vote for the Banksters way of life
Money hungry people, who don't care that you live in strife.
Blue bloods help themselves and their friends
They fancy a war and its your child she happily sends.
She's spends your tax money on her husbands corporation
You'll find G4S working all over the nation.
Under police investigation for buying the last election
They have second homes, while we get an eviction.
You have two choices, one red or the dirty blue
Corbyns for the people, it was the Banksters who plotted the MPs coup.
He can lead and do a damn good job
For the good of us all and your taxes he won't rob.
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