When Napoleon declared the French parliament defunct,
representatives beat him up. A couple hundred miles away,
Beethoven scribbled over his own dedication to Napoleon,
whom he had supposed to be a champion of liberty.
As climbing the greasy pole goes,
this wasn't exactly polished.
He was roughed-up - by politicos!
Can't blame them: no-one likes being abolished
(for sure, not these ego-bloated shysters!)
What else? Oh, in a paroxysm of rage,
an eccentric Kapellmeister
gouged a hole in a music page.
For all his smiling talk of ease and glee
(tomorrow), his eloquent implorings,
this moment always comes.
The pipes get drowned by drums.
The sleek ship of self-regard, so sleazily,
drifts free of its decent moorings.
Seems like certain politicos toss about the f---word thinking they're cute!
Didn't their mommies teach them that real ladies and gents of good repute,
Don't express themselves in public in such a disgraceful manner and so crudely?
"Profanity is the effort of a feeble brain to express itself lewdly!"
The old ‘Pass-Punt-Kick’ contest
misappropriated by politicos
You’re familiar with the stereotype
the kind who check which way the wind blows
Like a hot potato they pass the buck
If asked a tough question, they punt
And when a financial decision looms, they
kick the can years down the road
So, fans, it seems we have a winner
535 Congressmen, each and every one a sinner
politicos dressed in formal clothes ~ the dark shrouds of civility
I.
It used to be a normal man
could work a factory
and make enough to buy a house,
see that his family eats.
But now the jobs are all off-shored,
there’s nothing much left here,
one man did try to bring them back,
they shot him in the ear.
The elites make too much cash off
cheap labor far away,
are in bed with politicos
(If not one and the same?)
No tariffs and high inflation
makes everything too hard,
young folks are renting, cannot own,
it’s all been pushed too far.
The globalists have made their choice,
they’ve sided with the few,
see their evil and don’t forget
what was taken from you.
2021-Coming of Age
By Franklin Price
12/31/2021
This year is twenty twenty-one.
This day will be its last.
As for me, don't know 'bout you,
I'll be glad when it has passed.
This year the world has come of age,
Year and century twenty-one,
With power change and covid,
It hasn't been a lot of fun.
Politicos know everything,
We the People thrown aside.
They swore they followed science,
And they took us for a ride.
They pointed fingers everywhere,
Except back in their face.
I think, how this year is ending,
For the world, is a disgrace
Twenty–two's tomorrow,
Another day, another year.
We the people, have the last word,
Our founding fathers made that clear.
We should stand up and be counted,
Raise our torches and be free,
The president is not the king,
And Washington not royalty.
Government is not the who we are.
Who they are is what we say.
Tomorrow's twenty twenty-two,
This misconception cannot stay.
Happy New Year everyone
If we don't come out and play
When twenty-two, ends in a year,
We won't be the U.S.A.
they sold a six pack in the grocery store
politicos all panicked
the rest of the world shrugged
Vaccine Maia
Oh, joy, the magic, potion is here!
To be injected in the arm, not my
derrière!
I am no fool to buy like eternal swishing via a potion.
This is sone magical health revolution.
I'd rather die, by God's voice.
Nor Big Brothers demanding choice.
Like worms is a fresh apple they've taken freedoms away.
People hide and are depressed
and their emotions sway.
With masks I can take no more...
And no, in front of this face, I will
not sport a plastic door.!
No,you may not tell me with whom
I might dine,
Nor fine me, because my life is mine!
Stand up for your freedoms, stop
being fool's fear ghoul .
Fear of the virus is their the politicos' main pain political tools.
Rise up nations, make your case.
You are about to have all freedoms erased!
11-24-2020
If I ruled the whole world,
I would have Covid hurled
From all the four continents
And boost our own confidence,
And pack the leading politicos,
Who sat polishing their toes,
To an asylum to count stars
And sling their hearts at Mars;
I'd sit with you in my royal court
And have fun of their frantic sport.
Then I would gather all money
And give equally to each bunny,
And command all men to learn
To refine love in a poetry firm,
To spray love on withering plants,
And duly attend to innocent ants.
Finally, I'd crown my starry girl
And cradle her as a divine pearl.
8/9/2020
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The end of both western
And eastern civilization?
As the case maybe, since none
Truly pay heed or sacrifice to
Neither the gods nor titans.
Anyway, Armageddon is here!
The end, shifted 20 years
From the year 2000.
Has come finally
Killing a little less
Than its first cousins
AIDS, and Ebola
Yet,
The world has grown timid
Shaken with fear and uncertainty.
All playing victims, no heroes
And ignoring actual facts;
The varied adverse effects of bio weaponry,
CDC's role in the creation and spread
Of diseases,
World politicos et.al
Pharmaceuticals; will science solve this?
Lest, hope tarries at arm's reach
Dig shallow graves with
Altruistic precision
And fate, faith -
It might just pass,
But if it doesn't
Welcome to the end of the world
In a smirked face.
ghops
Birth, life, Death
By: Miracle Man
3-22-2020
Betwixt illumination and shade, a place dubbed life,
sequestered, many pray, that it returns to the same.
The discontent that exists, is the father of strife,
and young adults play, an “in the moment” game.
Politicos believe no catastrophe should be wasted,
so they push a narrative and perpetuate false claim.
Too many are deserving of being lambasted,
it is not a new paradigm but the same old game.
Most are as “full of wind as a corn-eating horse,”
“and got more guts than you could hang on a fence.”
Caught breaking their oath many show no remorse,
and insider trading should be a capital offense.
R.H.I.P.
(insider trading)
Written: by Miracle Man
3’20/2020
Our minds are assaulted daily by political tune,
by infiltrating our minds with the same tired old song.
Consolidated thinking they attempt to attune,
by promising voters "stuff" their careers they prolong.
With insider information they make stock trades,
information that others aren't privileged to know.
Nothing being black and white but in varying shades,
they feast on corrupted vittles, while observing wealth grow.
Politicos think voters, insignificant squirts,
Insider trading is unlawful and a rejection.
While they got richer, many others have lost their shirts,
so for those of privilege let’s make an exception.
“We hang the petty thieves,
and appoint the great ones to public office.”
Aesop
Politicos
By Franklin Price
7/18/2018
Politicos are those who pledge
To win in any way
War's the same, that all is fair
When opponents come to play
All sides will do most anything
To be the ones to win
Those who are successful
Will find winning is a sin
What about the losers?
Well, the people made their choice
You have to leave the cities
To find the country has a voice
Don't complain the Constitution's
Electoral College came in play
Our founders sought for fairness
For everyone to have a say
The Constitution did it's part
Guaranteed the people's vote
I'd like to leave some food for thought
In my closing stanza note
If the outcome had been different
The sour grapes would be the same
Politicos run both the parties
The only difference is the name
PS
Parties should care about the people
And not the win in any way
I'm sure the founding fathers
Are rolling in their graves today
Politicos prattle
their prating rattle,
will such rantings ever cease ?
Smugly they sanctimone
as listeners,inward groan;
With theories,so unreal
hypothesising on how we feel;
Will such arrogance condescend
listen,or unbend-
or is it all just talk
sans hard yards of walk.
Trust me,it won't happen again !
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STANZA IX
Snubbed by Churchill, de Gaulle’s June 18th appeal
Saves not crushed Rouen, Paris to liberate
Triumphant Le Clerc hurries after ordeal
Did not Liberation make Resistants great
Nazi Chief’s deaf ear lets not Hitler burn Paris
Do the sacred cow Resistants scorn hubris
“Now e’en Presidents fear veteran Police!”
Ditto whole appareil judiciaire en lice!
Not till the last of veteran Combatants
Take Bastille Day’s Arc de Triomphe honoured place
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
ENVOI
Overnight the mother serves as plaything nice
For lawyers judges politicos police
All Free-Masons none resist as Resistants
No place for father and son in such premise
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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