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FUMUS BONIS IURIS POETRIX

               Good law
      pleases elite and rude plebs
         follows the law, does justice...

The Princess And The Plebs

She always thought she was a cut above others

The most beautiful, the richest , the best

A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive

When with her, peoples patience were put to the test


Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered

She was insincere, rude and vain

Never gave or did for another

In her eyes other women were unattractive and plain


Committed to a lunch work meeting

At a restaurant by the sea

It was a beautiful sunny day

Being with work plebs is not where she wanted to be


Glammed up to the eyeballs 

She reluctantly arrived

Disgusted at having to be even near the plebs

She went to have a cigarette outside


She could see the plebs through the window

Looking at them down her perfect nose

Hoping to be rid of these deadbeats soon

In their embarrassing low budget clothes


Her negative ,superior body language was obvious

As she stood outside full of false pride

When several seagulls flew above her and let rip

Raucous laughter heard from the plebs inside

Itchy Fingers

Itchy Fingers?

I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war.
As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore.
It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud.
Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud.

I know their fingers are itching.
To press the oblivion button.
See what happens, 
from Moscow to Sutton.
and all the places in between,
They’ll watch it from their bunkers.
All the beautiful people I mean.
The psychopaths who own us
And control our pointless lives.
We the workers who feather their hives.

So, press it Musk, Trump, Putin and all else
Hidden in your bunkers focusing on self.

Obliterate the world. 
And the useless kind
You can do it to me.
I really don’t mind.

David Cox 27/02/24

The Plebs

They don’t understand! They seem to not care! They should be so grateful that we’re even there!

So what if we make mistakes here and there, now and again. So what if they die, so what if they cry! Inequality needs maintenance which we wholeheartedly try to defend!

The poor cannot be allowed to live like the rich. The poor have to pay for our yacht, our wine, our parties and then crawl in their ditch.  

Politics is now a free cash machine. But only for the ‘privately educated’ if you know what I mean!

They’ll just have to suffer and take the blame. They’ll just have to live like Dickensian peasants all over again.

England is ruled by greed and greed is what we’re here to feed. They’ll spend the next twenty five years paying for our lies. But who cares, their lives are as worthless as flies.

Oil Jackpot In Noway

Oil jackpot 

When coming home from the ship, his coastal town
was in an uproar from every window, people shouted
and banged pot pans together
People danced in the street, which was unheard of
young people shamelessly made love under oaks
so eagerly that trees that had been around forever 
lost their leaves.
At home, his mother hollered, from the window
 we are richer than the Americans, wealthier then
 the Saudis.
His father said, no point going back to see if we can
Pakistanis and the Philippines for this.
People had forgotten the socialist state had a word
the money made in this bonanza was for future use
the currency was put in a fond, already rich could lend
money, from this fond and get richer.
For the plebs, there was little to gain and as seamen
the ship owners changed their flag and hired people for
a low-priced pay and no vacation
 Goodbye Merchant navy, you served the nation well.

Protest

We don’t like it when you talk back.
We’re in power, so we’ll have less of that.
Protest because of our lies and fascist policies.
Well, I don’t know if you plebs understand where the power is!

You see if you talk back it means you’re standing up to all our lies and our crap.
If you create a scene by standing up together, well that means that you could eventually control the power!!! 

Because we’re Tories and we lie for a living. We just want you to keep on giving. So we’ll screw you hard and tax everything. We’ll make you plebs suffer with this ‘cost of living’

But if you stand up in mass and numbers. We’ll get really scared and hide in our fridges. Because the only thing that can stop the flow is the vehement look in your eyes when you plebs act in crowds. A general action will bring us to our knees because our billionaire backers will lose money.

Gilded Ashes

Gold
                 pure precious 
           alluring shining pining 
pharaohs emperors plebs commoners 
          repelling dulling whining 
                   crude waste
                        Dust


Diamante Poetry For Fun 
Your Choice of Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger 
8/26/2021

Our Daily Bread

I'm laying here wondering
why things aren't free
could it be society blundering
that could be the key

I do not condone
the behavior of ancient Rome
yet they had entertainment
that didn't require a payment

I'll stay on that subject
a particular aspect
it was offered to the Plebs
Patricians and Equestrians regardless of their threads

Something when awry with Adam Smith's stand
a result of a greedy clan
this stuff just went through my head
"Give us this day our daily bread"

War On the Plebs

No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century that English lives were being culled by evil powers from the timeless worlds of hell. (No’ 10)

No one would have dreamed that they were being scrutinised by someone who treats us like we’re a disease that swarm and multiply in the inner cities.

Yet somewhere in the gulfs of hell, minds immeasurably more evil than ours regarded our lives with such disdain and slowly and surely drew their plans against us!

The New Normal

We have the power so we own the word.
No matter what we say, no matter how absurd!

The British people who’s lives we actively try to destroy - well they voted us in so they deserve no respect, no dignity or joy.

We will crucify the country for our thirst for power and greed. We don’t care about how the plebs or their oiks of children feed.

We don’t care about history or honour or humanity - the only things that we live for are money power and greed.

So, as we burden the plebs and destroy all their hopes and dreams, I hope you understand what the word and ethos of Tory means.

Planned-Demic

Planned-Demic

No work, no play, even dogs don’t stray
And you can forget your paltry pay
Off to the supermarket by half past five
An early start might keep you alive
Buying things, you never bought before, 
Hang on Madge, let’s get thirty more.
Lots of toilet rolls and tomato puree
A difficult time for a shopping spree
No need to fret we’re in it together
I bought a mask of pure black leather
No good for the virus but what the heck
I wear it all the time, keeps the wife in check
Everything’s good, but grannies in a tiz
She’s won’t go out, she’ll watch a quiz 
With the political parties getting real excited
When all the plebs die,  they’ll be delighted

Full Disclosure

Half wits spouting half-measures,
never fully investing
in the future of 
flesh-and-blood commodity — 
You and me

Air head bottlenecks 
spewing half-hearted promises,
full belly lies
Bloated heifers udder scam skim siphoning 
our children’s milk money empty

Half mast, drunken pirate eyepatch guides
vomit heave half-pint integrity
Taking morally challenged parrot plebs 
on a suicide, 
Styx River reprobate ride

The hidden cost, 
those Tasmanian half-breeds
always hide

But full disclosure 
can keep the safety hatch portal
partially open for only so long
It’s truly sad ...
When a full deck of divided people 
got half a mind to follow 
what’s royal toilet flush wrong

Garbology

Yes, in Oz they've called an election,
PR on media heading in our direction,
Bland and blander for our selection,
Do they sell their souls for superannuation?
Politicians are deemed to be public servants,
By the plebs, for the plebs, now observant,
For the benefit of the plebs, in Australia,
Is being forced to vote a failure?
No such thing as a Western Liberal Democracy,
Prepare for BS for you and me,
Largely unfundable policies,
Today is Day One of Garbology!

Aphorisms

Life is for the living,
Life is for the loving,
Love is for the giving,
We do live vicariously,
Don't take things too seriously,
Let's make extinction extinct,
How? Let's have a think!
Work and pray for Peace,
For plebs and critters we keep,
Let's preserve more habitats,
For wildlife and people chaps,
Exile brainwashing dictators,
Breed positive motivators,
Redirect capitalism,
Too much conflict over 'isms
Masks our real problems.
World makes too many munitions....
Create diverse solutions,
Too many mind pollutions,
Let's write some aphorisms,
Life is for the living, 
Life is for the loving.

Melbourne Cup Day

Yes, it's the racing carnival,
Fashionistas so topical,
Significance trivial,
Lovely fillies,
Eye candy,
Drunk and silly,
Studs in suits,
Looking beaut,
Glitterati,
Haves and wannabes,
For the paparazzi,
Doyens of the racing industry,
You all look fabulous,
Gambling magnanimous,
Thoroughbreds' gloss,
Media hype and dross,
Great racing day,
Booze, bets and babes,
Stuff the plebs today,
Our public holiday,
Melbourne Cup Day!

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