At the auction house, I wandered
Through the rooms where, on display,
Were the artworks to be sold to those
Who can afford to pay.
One that made me laugh by Banksy,
Whose identity’s unknown,
Was a screen print titled “Morons,”
Which somebody soon will own.
It depicts a fancy auction,
Based on one that sold Van Gogh,
But instead of flowers in a frame,
A message lets us know:
“I can’t believe you morons
Really pay to buy this s*%#.”
(For rhythm’s sake, I’ve altered it,
But just a little bit.)
It will likely sell for millions;
The collectors all can thank
Banksy for his humor, as he laughs
The whole way to the bank.
Encountered some drivers
In a mall parking lot
Absolutely blew my li'l ole mind
Rude and obnoxious
Only way to describe 'em
What's with this self absorbed kind
Seems so damn important
To always be first
Are there no more “courteous” drivers
Have they gone with hoop skirts
And Saddle Boots
Happy to say I'm a survivor
It's much like a war zone
As they race for a space
What's happened, where's chivalry gone
People on crutches
Men stooped over
Fair game for this bunch of morons
I'll get off my soapbox
Attempt to mellow out
What I saw was beyond comprehension
If I used foul language
I'd be just like them
Must be living in different dimension
Surrounded by talking morons
Incessant talkers
Who have nothing to say
Yet do nothing but speak
and speak and speak
and speak and speak and speak
I roll my eyes inside my head as they yap
Communing secretly with another silent one
Wondering if she is on the same wavelength
I laugh when she rolls her eyes, on the outside where I can see
Matter of fact, I cannot stop laughing, and neither can she
We begin eating in a different place, away from our coworkers
who remain constant in their willingness to sit silently while one
yapper who has no new ideas and nothing to say keeps them hostage
Trump Morons for Mates Horn Haiku
Saw Trump in the States,
Speeding on some roller skates,
With morons for mates.
Jim Horn
Trump Morons Did Defeat
Every time when Trump tried to meet,
With moron supporters being discrete;
Caste in stone;
Leave alone;
All of us in fall Democrats will defeat.
Jim Horn
They complain about obesity,
And they complain about starvation,
They say that bigger’s always better!
So what's so bad about inflation?
Be who you are, you’re beautiful,
We want you to be seen!
Wait nevermind, we take that back,
You need some Maybelline!
Actually, we just don’t care,
It doesn’t matter how you look,
Because you hide behind the internet,
Your face is now facebook!
Every human has their rights,
Freedom of speech and thought,
But all prisons aren’t physical,
And well… your opinion can be bought.
To me, these so called morals,
Are really quite amusing,
But I want to understand it all…
So… I wish I was a human.
Senses defeated by the defile of insensible
Who stepped in with motives ostensible
To take pledge upon our platform honorable,
With list full of agenda for power extensible!
Frustrations of the mass just regrettable
Living consequences of action abominable.
Who to address in this moment insufferable?
Dictatorship in democracy, how deplorable!
Where to turn for their decisions reprovable?
How to make those imposed rules revocable?
Unfortunate for the majority lot expugnable,
Today innocents to pay what unacceptable!
Bear now one upon another, the dishonorable
Or stand up to end the conspiracy, if you’re capable.
Join today the minority of people with action noble!
Each animal was brought in and penned, and then the poor thing cornered
Then in any barbaric way they so choose the animals are then slaughtered
And are as cut up, packed, and sold, to feed all of your sons and daughters
While the rest of us all turn a blind eye; when really, we should not oughta’
I'm not saying that in any way, that you should not bring meat to the table
But if we could only eat less, then kill them more humanely we should able
It’s our greed that puts the killing of animals for meat in such high demand
So many slaughter houses are not watched over, and as are left unmanned
As to the horrors that lie within them, and to the people who are employed
Who seem to take their pleasure, afflicting so much pain as to be their ploy
We should be far more grateful; for the meat that is placed, upon our plate
So I hope all the words I write within these lines for you carry some weight
Before nature’s own creatures; turn against us in their own, justifiable hate
Then kill you all with their diseases, in the meat, you have so enjoyably ate
Encountered some drivers
In a mall parking lot
Absolutely blew my li'l ole mind
Rude and obnoxious
Only way to describe 'em
What's with this self absorbed kind
Seems so damn important
To always be first
Are there no more “courteous” drivers
Are they gone with hoop skirts
And Saddle Shoes
Happy to say I'm a survivor
It's much like a war zone
As they race for a space
What's happened, where's chivalry gone
People on crutches
Men stooped over
Fair game for this bunch of morons
I'll get off my soapbox
Attempt to mellow out
What I saw was beyond comprehension
If I used foul language
I'd be just like them
Must be living in different dimension
© Jack Ellison 2013
we are being judged
by bleeping morons
whose judgments
lie somewhere
between
more
and
on
Television is such a bore.
If anything that kills brain cells
The TV is the number one
Cause of permanent brain damage.
Between the ridiculously
Lengthy commercials, reruns and
The misnomer: “situation
Comedy” with its canned laughter,
A viewers IQ can drop five
Points, perhaps more after sixty
Minutes of exposure, truly!
We have all become a nation
Of clones: It tells us what to buy,
What’s best to view and when to laugh.
Do you feel rundown?
“I love Lucy” sponsored by
“Natural Energy.”
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