Our boss can easily touch her toes
But when she does her underwear shows
Each day of the week
We all get a peek
But Willy's excitement grows and grows
Donald Trump never had any doubt
He could hear Melania shout:
"Oh for goodness' sake
How long does it take
For a couch potato to sprout?"
Put a cork in it, put a cork in what?
In my ear... in my nose... my butt?
For what purpose?
In any orifice?
Makes me nervous, gonna keep em all shut
**** retentive is so inventive
it thinks up things it hadn't oughter
equating intrusion with goaled incentive
requiring minutia without giving quarter
so processes demand greater complexity
measuring quantitative numbers and sets
procedures create a mess in front of me
with analysis it's as good as it gets
graphs and charts of diagonal lines
measuring downs and ups of productivity
recombinant combines increasing declines
we can nearly measure neural negativity
government or business it's bureaucracy
just follow the line, to end of the day
a modality that surely is the best for me
the point is, don't question, just obey
theories show people aren't automatons
with modifying to change this hypothesis
and understand the ass-umption we live upon
we'll just tweak the sphincter processes
© Goode Guy 2014-01-31
A new World will follow in the last day one that will reign in peace.
Thank you for reading my peers and commenting this set of three parts I felt needed to be
posted all in order.
The riders of the Apostolic reign
await the broken seals.
Judgments now poured out
Upon those generations present
in the earth.
He will come the one with white hair
of wool and eyes of blazing fire.
The rider upon the white horse
With a sword of judgment for the
armies of the world.
Man shall not be ready,
Shall not have heed to those
Apostil instructions given
for thousands of years.
Mankind did not see, for their eyes were shut;
they did not hear because they were deaf.
They were Zombies with mindless form,
hollow sunken eyes and speechless,
marching into the lakes of fires.
In the end the white horseman and his
throng of angelic hosts and saints remained.
New Jerusalem dropped down from heaven above.
A new world would reign in peace.
Cain and Abel two brothers is the first record of them in a murder notation in the book of
Genesis and death between brothers and nations has continued throughout history.
Genesis-Revelation
Listen generations of the earth,
as Abel’s blood screams for justice
from the deep depths of ancient soil.
With eyes of witnesses in the heavens,
watching the hunt of evil and good.
All will be the victim of the temptress
in that day and Satan shall lead a path
of those that are in her demise.
They buried in the foulest
recess of one’s mind and just another
victim of the temptress.
Choking on the flesh of precious souls
roasted in boiling pools of flaming
waters and the march to the prophet’s
calls, as they even lay dead and robbed
of breath and sacred words as worms crawl
through there flesh as earth claims their
bodies and dust becomes their prize.
So shall be the days of the end.
As told in ancient times to witness here
in modern civilization by telecasted alerts.
The earth moans for new birth a new
Jerusalem.
The plight of creation in the end days, posted this under war for there is a spiritual war
present in these days.
Now4ever Midi
Revelation 17:4-6
In meanderings of alcoves of
blood bathed sliming blithe,
demons of hollow sunken mindless
degenerating gruels of flesh scales
and minds filled with rape and destruction,
haunting babbles of abominations.
In the present and ancient
times.
They will bury you in your generations
from creation to damnation the
summit of all worlds surmise.
The temptress allures you
into open graves of slither indigestion
pools of regeneration and manic
skulls of empty thoughts and
meanderings.
Just another collected corpse of the temptress.
Who did not heed the warning of
the current times.
To direct the flow of truth
from hopelessness, some youth
in self's attain, or witnessing's uncouth -
I so remain of God, to not rebuke.
My own truth's calling - His to use
is from this love for you - and find refuse
to let my thought define some wrong's abuse,
without the love of God's contesting fuse!
And so thy trust, important, not of ruse,
defies all badgering that would contuse.
You open then, my mind, with no excuse,
that loving you, assigned with living's lose -
Is as an orifice - not bind, a causing truce,
and we are one in find, a soul's recluse!