The Fervour for UK Farmers
The country sees as most alarming
A (punishing tax) upon their farming!
Put in place by old man Starmer
I believe it’s bordering on treason
Maybe this man has lost any reason
At last a great move from Jeremy Clarkson
Who’s remarks on Rover (got my narks on!)
He’s standing like a ‘king of sense and reason
Btw where is HRH Charles this wintry season?
Heredity in chief yet perhaps not a victim of such mischief?
He saw Welby go tumbling
Still quiet he stayed – a little troubling?
Maybe he’s away ski-ing leaving farmers to the treeing?
Of that foul quarry Starmer
How he is loathed, in truth he is no great charmer
©Joe Maverick 21-11-2024
Categories:
narks, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Police will work for the government, not the community.
They will stalk the homeless, be merciless mercenaries, entrepreneur, agents provocateur.
Women will be bought and sold. Even some of the married ones.
Fissures will line the roads from sinkholes and earthquakes. Walking, driving anywhere will be a hazard.
There will be businesses and homeless street business.
Info and dirty deeds, sold.
Cannibal diners will be the nouveau, patrons will be the next course.
Cyborgs, cybernetics and children will learn to be street savvy.
The Hunger Games will be real.
Running Man will be real.
Prostitution will be done in the open.
Haters of Christians will be narks, in charge.
Satanic priests will be their dignitaries and lords.
Everything you do will be tracked.
Groups will be punished
Non Government sanctioned Militias will be outlawed.
They will no longer hide that Google is a government agent.
Bibles will be considered hate speech propaganda.
Poetry will be filtered through the Government, like the News is.
Categories:
narks, art,
Form: Free verse
Its a signal to start-
a lion beats the heat as he try's his travels and races it to high speed art!
Becoming lied to by the betrayals of his farse he's ...
Becoming faster by the darts-
his disaster was the park!
No no it was the land got plastered and he was simply stuck without sparks!
So why find her when it's delivered by cars?
Why need the reminder to zone out the narks?
Its intangible legion that carries me as I embark,
because they have no other reasons anyhow and I blend in in the dark!
So yes! Get to them faster than ever before,
my face is always the site for any who cannot be made to understand why it carts.
Categories:
narks, angel, beautiful, betrayal, blessing,
Form: Light Verse
oh, when your family life depends on disability checks coming in the mail,
food stamps to eat a good meal, it sucks, because it's the same routine,
over and over, month after month, nothing to get by, oh, yea we have
clothes on our backs to keep us warm during harsh cold days,
but if respect got lost it'll immedialty turn to grey, in this lonely society
called home base, where narks get bad impressions from everyone,
socials get jacked were the identity can't be identified, so they'll spy,
try to get the truth from the hood, where no one's fellings are ever understood,
we're all under the rug, which must mean we're all considered hoodlums doing dumb,
but we're the under-rated group loosing control, as a whole we make up a big majority
of enterprise to bring down this lonley society, to swing on a seat with strings, to run, have fun, come out our houses and speak about principles of the world,
which would be to defend the defensless on this planet from creul intentions including humanity why oh, why you lonely society did you bring me into a way of life, which hardly anyone sees insights
Categories:
narks, loneliness, lost, social, society,
Form: I do not know?
How many times?
I see plethora's of well-wishers,
an entire generation in stitches-
dynamic disasters carrying the pitches,
a welcome wagon wandering the bridges,
how many times?
I see a black castle on a hill,
staring down at my will-
has Gargoyles sending its thrills,
and trained Chewies pouring the drinks
and popping its pills...
How many times?
Why would I wait for a wonderful trance?
When now has a dance,
a new job,
and a focusing stance-
gets me to my France,
I eat the food,
and pleasure my chance,
roll my dice,
and sing to the enhanced...
How many times?
Like Lewis and Clark,
I chuck darts at foreign remarks,
in the dangerous dark I part from my narks,
ease into the current date that is universe today,
seize the opportunity to meet my future mate,
by becoming a plate,
spinning in place,
dancing to a face,
racing against the blaze...
How many times?
Categories:
narks, growing up, passion, political,
Form: Light Verse
I woke up and toked,
wrapped up the little jokes,
and led the flow of traffic on down the road...
I'm not Casper but I sher Boo the mood of plaster,
I'd rather stiff at narks to break cards,
with hard farce,
never gettin' pulled over by the words-
...wait in giant leaps,
I can see the next comin' just down the street!
If it was company I'd meet,
but since they're strangers I creep,
wait in song and sing lead!
You lead!
I am a man,
I am looking at the disease!
Wasted on my knees,
I can wait for eternities,
never caring about the breeze,
the cold shoulder,
or the person that stinks-
its all just a place-
a disastrous phase-
earning loads of lore and lies,
mainlining out of personalities,
so come up and peek,
it could only hurt a little cheek,
why wreck the day when there is cause to play?
Categories:
narks, devotion, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form: Imagism