I am your basic product in demand
I am on the market shelf discounted
50% off, marked down as special
I am on the bridge between the shifts
I am a shopping spree gone wrong
Jumping off the ledge into the river cold
Time stands still regardless of the consequence
Prices tumble but never fall
I am now drifting into savings
At landing I become the values earned
Coupons have no equal
Back on dry land I come alive
I come in 12 packs egg-less empty
In cartons at the grocery stores I hide
Behind the sales lost packaging
I am on sale at any price
I am the market value stamped
I am checked out at all cost
I am lost at a cost transcendent
AH! POLICY ...
Politicians mock politicians
Democracy groans every day
and the people vote without thinking!
WEATHER FORECASTS
Rain comes, heat stifles,
unpredictable phenomena
predictions always fail
ON THE MARKET ON THE STOCK EXCHANGE
On the market, on the stock exchange
despair, euphoria... analysts
They only get it right when they get it wrong...!
OVERVIEW OF FAITH
Hanging by a thread
surviving hard times
balancing on a tightrope!
P E T S
House animals
pure, innocent happiness
happiness goes viral with them
HAPPINESS !
When we are lost
the greatest happiness consists
find our way back!
OH IF IT WERE POSSIBLE!
How extraordinary it would be!
how wonderful it would be,
old be young again!
We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it.
Grisly deeds yellow in archives waiting to be refined and improved.
Tyrannosaurus Rex wakes in a drop of amber, takes a look around,
decides to go extinct again.
Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over coffee and donuts
Evil has friends on Facebook,
the commonplace entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born are culled and are tax deductible.
On the other hand the plague business is thriving.
There are killings on the market –
and of course everywhere else.
{To be sung to the tune of "Beauty and the Beast" from the same musical}
Dinner bells, they chime
Calling out to me
Today's dish depends
On the market trends
I do feel hungry
Nothing's out of range
Yummy smells slow tease
Food's meant to be shared
So my mom declared
"Let's enjoy this feast"
What a tasty treat
What a spicy mix
What luscious meat
What a dessert sweet
What delicious fix
What a tasty treat
What a spicy mix
What luscious meat
What a dessert sweet
What delicious fix
Little bit of thyme
In your bowl of soup
I'm already hooked
Finding you can cook
Add another scoop
Certain as this bread
(Certain as this bread)
Rising from the yeast
Dinner bells, they chime
Eating ain't a crime
"Let's enjoy this feast"
Dinner bells, they chime
Eating ain't a crime
"Let's enjoy this feast"
"Let's enjoy this feast"
"Let's enjoy this feast"
21st March 2022
We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it.
Grisly deeds yellow in archives waiting to be refined and improved.
Tyrannosaurus Rex awakes in a drop of amber, takes a look around,
decides to go extinct again.
Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over coffee and donuts
Evil has friends on Facebook,
the commonplace entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born are culled and are tax deductible.
On the other hand the plague business is thriving,
there are killings on the market –
and of course everywhere else.
My next-door neighbor keeps an immaculate car
Sits on his front porch and strums his acoustic guitar
He lives in an exceptionally small house of four rooms
With four Alaskan malamutes he perpetually grooms.
He told me he recently divorced his fourth wife
After four years of extreme abusive marital strife
She took all his savings and charges him child support
That is his side of their story, which he loves to report.
The other day he told me he is back on the market
Looking for a middle-aged woman who is “not a harlot”
I told him I did not think he is ready for number five
He said having a woman around is what keeps him alive.
I do not understand men who have no life when single
At fifty-five he still hit the bars, always ready to mingle
I told him I thought it was time for him to settle down
But my good advice for him was met with a frown.
One day when the Lord calls him to the hereafter
He will not be prepared to go; still be running after
Wife number six, seven, or eight—it will be too late
I’ve been told, at last call, he’ll be looking for a date!
written May 25, 2021
We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it.
Yet more grisly deeds yellow in archives
waiting to be resuscitated and refined.
Tyrannosaurus Rex awakes in a drop of amber,
takes a gander, decides to go extinct.
A Dark Net spreads like arsenic and syrup.
Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over donuts.
Evil has friends on Facebook.
The commonplace entertains the unspeakable
as if it were merely an eccentric uncle.
The unborn and the born are culled,
Plague businesses thrive.
There are killings on the market, viral wars
burst spiky eruptions of emojis.
Slave traders operate from strip-malls
owned by chauffeured demons,
while journalists huddle in their alabaster cities
undimmed by human tears.
Pandemonium is the addiction of choice
and the eyes of those in power
glitter in the clear blue sky-dreams
of both the heartless and the homeless.
Drugged you are America,
soon to be sold on an auction block
of your own drugged choosing.
We once sang for you America,
O Beautiful America.
The new language
It is not the blatant lies that bother me, the truth has become weaponized
In the form that lies are between the lines become a new way of speaking.
I read what RT has to say their news is often the truth with a slant to give readers.
a negative impression of the USA.
The same is for newspapers, say, the Guardian articles about Putin, have an echo of truth mixed with fantasy. that newspaper mentioned has yet to
remark the sputnik vaccine, it did once when it was on the market, but wholly
in an undesirable form saying without saying, the Russian can´t be trusted.
We have now a situation where truth and lies are put in a washing machine
until it is white as snow, the lies are not what one sees unless we the question
is asked what is the political affiliation, with the said speaking or articles?
When we find the answer, we can separate the dirty socks from the clean ones.
Men* shall shortly find out for sure
Dogs are more human and mature.
1.30.'21
* An innocent, saint, or prophet
Is not a man on the market.
No comments, please!
Big Spender thought he'd take a flutter
On the market for peanut butter
He blew their savings
On foodie cravings
And they ended up in the gutter
(Not for contest, the title just provided inspiration)
I stand here alone in my garden,
no smile on my face, just a frown,
whenever I feel my life's on the up
someone then turns my world upside down.
I'm clearing my path, but it's pointless,
three times a day, it's a real pain,
it hurts both my arms,when it's done,
then I'm calm, but it snows, so I do it again.
I'd live somewhere else, yes, I'd love to,
up sticks, relocate somewhere warm,
but I can't leave the yard, God I've tried
really hard, but each time I do, there's a storm.
I'd put my house up on the market,
it looks really good, almost new,
but buyers with cars will have nowhere
to park it so they look elsewhere, so would you.
The children next door are enormous,
you should hear the noise that they make,
home from school they all run
by my house, just for fun, and then pick it up,
give it a shake.
I can't live like this here forever,
just waiting for snowstorms to pass,
I'll contact 'Homes under the Hammer'
and get them to shatter the glass. *
( * 'Homes under the Hammer is a UK property auction TV show)
As human beings
We all want everything to be effortless
And to have the world
But only if it’s free
The mere thought of this
Is preposterous scrutiny
But I realize....this is how you see me
Repeatedly declaring the fact
You are single....
But lay beside me every night
Still believing it’s alright to mingle
The definition casual means just that....
It comes with no home cooked meals
Or routine nightly sexual sessions
No domesticated duties of any kind
Yet you think I will grant this
To keep progressing
And allow you to keep lounging
On benefits without sacrifice
And no sacrifice with privileges
Apparently you must presume
We live in a gated village
Such a unproductive state
To continue to portray
A misleading commitment
That was doomed from the beginning
Nothing comes without a price
And I certainly come with great cost and consequence
My emotions aren’t on the market
As a donation that you can
Keep using for handout
You provide no motivation
For complimentary compensation
Money to invest?
To stay ahead of the rest,
Not sure who you can trust.
Look no further,
Nothing can be surer,
Buy one for your mother,
Sell one to your Brother,
No longer a need for a broker
Guaranteed to be the best labelling gun on the market,
Can hit a moving target,
Faster than a speeding rocket,
Most retailers willing to stock it,
No licence fee to hit you in the pocket.
Comes with free sample of most frequently fired labels,
Bigot being just one example of what can turn the tables,
On those with a case of the grumbles,
We can also custom make labels to suit most tastes.
As required by law we do have to put a warning in the fine print,
That labels can leave a lasting imprint,
On the environment
And we do not recommend their use on an infant.
Don't be put off by the price,
If you want to enjoy a life
That does not include trying to remove labels with a knife,
Because you chose to be nice
And let the other person have first crack with a labelling device,
All because you did not take my investment advice.
Being sober makes me that I'm top of the world
Being on meth made me feel I was top of the world
Haven't you evered wanted that one poem
The poem you feel connected to, that no words can describe but only heart is speaking
The one poem when a lot of people are like, "Omg, your poem is so sensual" or like "Your poem is thoughtful I give it a 10."
IDK really what it means to have that one poem, just one
The one poem that puts your name on the market
The one poem that makes it a one hit wonder
The one poem that sparks then flames into fabulous
The one poem thats unspeakable, words that claim your heart or to claim your mind
The one poem to make a difference, a big difference
The one poem so powerful it makes you cry in happiness, makes you cry in sadness or cry in laughter
The one poem that says it all
What will you write today?
Never have I been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve
Longing for love but too afraid to of cupid’s arrow malady
My heart is on the market, but I’ve stowed away the key
From dusk till dawn I search for a sign that love is meant to be
But I have slowly come to realize love’s bitter sweet irony
Is that to love with all my heart, I must first start loving me
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