Pensions Poems

Corporate Colostomy Clowns

Boy, you Folks sure have a lot of Nerve!
You empty your Corporate Colostomy Bags,
On the same Workers that filled up your Greedy Guts,
Then pay them off with their own Bloody Rags!

Have you no Shame? You Clowns! Have you no Soul? 
Your Mantra seems to be a bit One-Sided,
More Money! More Money! More Money Boys!
You hoard the Cheese and keep the Mice divided!

Those Long Corporate Strings are strong and stretch for Miles,
You Dangle your Puppets and Dance them till Dawn.
"But, how dare "They" ask "Us" for Concessions,"
"Gee, can't they see that their Labor Leash is On?"

From their Lofty Loft, they "Blow" that Big Bullhorn,
Jump! Jump when we say "Jump" all you little "Slaves!"
"Breaks? Benefits? Bonuses? Insurance? Pensions?"
"Your list of Rights are "Moot" unto your Graves!"

"So, Adapt to your Strings that Feather no Wings,"
"Shove your Grievances up your Bowel Syndrome Rears!"
"You Demand our "Trust?" Then "We'll" give it to "You,"
"We'll pay you off with "Dust" for all your Faithful Years!"

The Power of Three Thousand

Don’t tell me change is impossible.
I’ve done the math.
3,000 people.
$10 a week.
That’s $30,000 every week.
Invest it wisely, even at 3.25%.
That amounts to $1.6 million per year.
Enough to start a small business annually.
Enough to buy homes outright.
Enough to give dignity without debt.
And if thousands of groups did this?
Poverty wouldn’t need handouts.
Governments wouldn’t bleed through welfare.
Education, health, pensions—they’d thrive on the dividends of collective care.
I don’t care if you follow this.
Just don’t complain when you didn’t try.
This is how we fight unemployment.
Not with blame—
But with unity.
Not with pity—
But with the possibility.
The greatest gift you can give a child
Is a career that lasts a lifetime
Wages provide money to feed your family
creating employment worldwide 
would overcome both poverty and starvation
creating independence with employment 
lets everybody thrive 
If every  working person that could invest ten dollars per week 
Invested in groups creating employment for the unemployed 
You could create better lives for everyone

We could

There are 8.2 billion people in the world 
If we all invested ten dollars each every week 
We could create employment 
For every unemployed person in the world 
parents with fair wages 
can feed their families 
overcoming both poverty 
and starvation 
Every country would benefit from
increased tax revenue 
Well, the extra wages 
decreased cost of benefits 
making every government's 
budget profits better 
meaning they could improve education, 
health, and pensions 
If we add to that using 
the brains of the country 
to put forward investment ideas 
Then we could direct that investment 
to create sustainable greenhouse products 
That improves our world, 
We could decide to have fewer children 
So we don't overpopulate 
the world and create a world 
That can sustain our existence 
allowing other animals 
to also have room to live, 
Working together, 
We can use our imagination 
To create everything we want 
We are only limited 
by what we can imagine

Diss-Illusioned

Written By:  D. Collins 4/3/25


We are losing friends and losing them fast.
As far as trust goes, we’re running dead last.
We leave our allies hanging and citizens overseas.
Spend enormous resources focused on deportees.


Don’t get the impression America has your back.
You are “Diss-illusioned” if you believe that.
If you offer nothing to pad pockets of the rich.
You, and your country will likely get dissed.


There’re provocative tariffs and pensions bottoming out.
Everything nosedives when Trump opens his mouth.
We’re in a world of hurt that will only get worse.
After the recession let’s see if America’s First?

You Won't Attend Your Own Funeral

Have you ever thought about this?
there's so many things to consider here
you'll not know who'll be there or not
whether any shows emotion even a tear

You will have left the scene of time
no longer to be ruled by the clock
having left this body of yours behind
dust to dust, ashes to ashes never to walk

Now let's consider this funeral of yours
the attendance may be single figures or less
but who knows it could be a pack out
the clergyman's word hopefully would bless

Those left behind have it all to do
arrange your funeral, pensions and all of that
trust they will mourn your final passing
having memories of your life from the start

But you won't be there ever again
you'll be in eternity way out there
either in God's presence or farther away
today you can come to God in humble prayer

(Have you ever thought about your funeral? I just thought none of us would attend our funeral which is quite a thought, so this is my thoughts on this event. )

is world peace attainable

world peace
is it attainable?
not yet.

Plausible?
not here.

Possible?
maybe some day
not this day

not while the NRA rules
and young men are the first ones sent to the front as fodder
while old men collect pensions and lifetime salaries

things might change if we sent senators and congressmen to the front
after they declare wars on other countries

It Came To Pass

My first loves name was Connie
I'll confess that finally today
At first I didn't know it
until Beverly put us that way
Connie was mean and nasty
and to that I paid attention
I don't think I liked her at first
bur Beverly changed my oppinion
I was friends with her mother
who had a little house on Grey
It was there that I spent
most of my days
Never mind suspisions 
it caught Beverlys gaze
I've never been fast at picking up
when girls would fall for me 
I never thought that she had fell
But began to think like Beverly
From there love became 
the biggest secret of mine 
I'd never tell anyone
just kept it all inside
Being in love was lonely
Yet rejection I couldn't abide
The fuel for that burning fire
Low self esteem and pride
It's funny that at this moment 
it tears me up inside
After 40 years of hideing
I'd finally comprimise
Once I knew a widow
who wasn't a widow long
I was stunned by knowing her
and thought that she was wrong
Love is an immortal thing
because of her I learned
I won't say I miss her 
she's been gone for so long 
but I'd still take 
the last of our years 
with old age, canes and pensions

Education's Dissipation

Teachers quitting at record rates
     Why face daily violence and hate
  Public schools face colossal debt
     Yet teachers' pensions fatter get

  Unions clamor for more and more
     Though few are left to mind the store
  Education as the province of a privileged few
     ~ may again be the prospect we look forward to

Our World's An Awfully Dangerous Place

Chairman Xi, like Chairman Mao
    Vladimir Putin, shades of Josef Stalin
  Kim Jong-un, plus Recep Tayyip Erdogan
    Iranian Mullahs producing drones and bombs
 
  Our world is an awfully dangerous place
    Yet America's response is a first-class disgrace
  Yesterday Congress' focus on International Pronoun Day
    At New York's UN today, autocrats against Israel inveigh

  At home, crime's way up, 'so' we end cash bail
    Why not let all the thugs out of jail
  To protect its citizenry, America's government once existed
    Now it opens the borders, its explanations ham-fisted

  Add to all this rampant inflation, rising racial tensions
    Plus self-defeating 'green goals' and underfunded pensions...
  The 'threat to democracy' shouters couldn't be more wrong
    The reason it's real ~ America misguided is no longer strong

Should I Send This

Dear D, W, P sorry my wife missed her back to work meeting
but have been a bit preoccupied with the bone density scan
her doctot of 30 years
has ordered for her

Deratment of Work and Pensions
I swear i will send this to the papers

To Holocaust Survivors In the Former Soviet Union

You worked so hard but just exist.
Your high school grad dates you just missed,
evacuated from Ukraine.

In Russia’s army to resist,
you fought the tyrant Hitler’s reign.
You worked so hard but just exist

on meager pensions. You subsist
by choosing food or meds, that’s plain.
No other kinfolks to assist

in taking care of you in midst
of tears and shakes of flashback strain,
you worked so hard but just exist!

Although you made your job’s A-list,
you now wear rags, your joints in pain,
no other kinfolks to assist.

Your teeth all gone, in life’s mean twist,
these lines remain your grim refrain:
You worked so hard but just exist,
no other kinfolks to assist.


To help elderly Holocaust survivors in the former Soviet Union, visit the website of the International Fellowship of Christians and Jews at ifcj.org.

Tory Policy

This is what we’re going to do.
Play them off each other like bloody fools
Lie to the plebeian stock with promises and then lie again
Sell hate and fear and sell it well
Destroy trust just by opening our mouths.

Tell them what they want to hear and tell them loud.
Lies, lies, lies underlined by fear, with more dishonest words we’ll sell it year on year.
Let them die and then blame them for it.
See all the tax they pay as our profit.

Abandon allies and leave them to die
Blither blather your words and never answer why.
Laugh at them when you see their pain
Blame the poor for being poor and then blame them again.

Kill their dignity, destroy their pride. 
Make them live off pensions that would for us not buy a case of wine.
Treat them like vermin and make sure that they know…

Inequality is an Tory pride and we’re going to make it grow.

Ho Hum

Raining again, paper, pen,
switch on the kettle, sigh again.
Bread in the toaster, egg in the pan,
Dear sir or Madam, I don't think I can
write this missive, explaining circumstance,
it's too near the knuckle, to your tune I won't dance.
I'll just have my breakfast and give it a while,
whilst I just sit here, reminisce and smile.
Imagining you there, buttering your toast, 
but I think that the one thing that I miss the most
is the look of satisfaction when you sipped your first drink.
Weak coffee, lots of milk, with two sweeteners, I think,
but life goes on and things must be sorted.
The tax man, work and pensions all must be courted,
letters to write and forms to fill,
the humdrum of life, you know the drill.
But where on the form do you put the hurt?
Or that you still smell her perfume on your best shirt?
That you look at photos each waking hour
or reminisce fondly over an old pressed flower?
That a lifetime of love and living together
can be compressed in the form of a letter?
So I'll just sup my coffee, look out the window and dream,
leave the letter unwritten and add some more cream.

Careers Advice

Be a Teacher - earn not a lot, 
work a lot - be stressed to the 
point you’ll lose your sanity. 
The government will constantly 
try its hardest to deliver new 
and improved stresses to your life.

Be a Dr - eat, drink and live stress. 
Work every single hour of your life 
and burn out quickly! 

Be a Fireman - the government will 
make a new art out of cutting your 
funding and working you at a stupidly 
excessive rate. Oh and If the public 
want to abuse you the government 
will do nothing.

Only work for the council if you are an 
expert in doing everything the government 
wants for no funding. Careers advice:. 

Be a Tory politician - lie, deceive, lie, 
deceive, lie, deceive. Avoid paying tax, 
treat immigrants ‘differently’ don’t worry 
about the public - they’re the sh#t on 
your shoe. 

Pensions - wait until you are 200 years 
old to qualify - but you’ll pay in all your 
working life.

Oh Jesus, There Went All the Money

Don’t need new sneakers
‘cause you’ll never find your feet
Don’t need no lock ‘n’ key
You got the worst house on the street
You gambled everything
And got busted, broke and beat
Your luck was runny
Now you got no money

Don’t bother makin’ up yo mind
You got no choice
You got no pull, got no sway
And you ain’t got no voice
No rainbows in the sky
Under which you can rejoice
It’s not too sunny
When you don’t have money

So you traced your evil
Back to its root
And fully resisted
Forbidden fruit?
Well ain’t you clever
And ain’t you cute
Why you haven’t offed yourself,
I can’t compute

Some people set aside
Retirement pensions
Some people stay awhile
In houses of detention
You have success –
It’s just in a state of suspension
Ain’t fate funny
When you don’t have any money?

Hit the bricks, pal
You couldn’t close a window
Couldn’t hit water if you fell from a boat
Couldn’t keep up with your shadow
Looks like you’d better 
Get used to this gutter –
A far cry from the meadow
Full of fawns and furry bunnies
Now that you’ve lost the money

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