In the space a forgotten person is left to entertain
The remainder of civilization has been acquired
The unfinished civilized area per "your" affront, complaint, insult
Inflammatory remarks is creation of code
Creating colony
Demanding colonization by war
The financial crimes which capture attention are all in time.
Havings leavings
Feelings frustrated
Poor troddings while wasting into the poor shallows?
Allowed to do so.
Beneficial beginning from behind.
Avoid all affronts
Immediate rights?
Separation from extreme exposure
The writers block of monetary syndrome survivors
The elements for one
The news arriving on earth
In the way the news was arriving
No obstacles?
Really?
Greetings!
Thank you so much for submitting your letter to The Washington Post.
Portion control included, have fun?
History allows one the Japanese quartermaster position
Word Problem:
What is the political
and economic
and moral difference
between a -1 communist concentration camp
and a +1 capitalist detention camp?
Hint:
Probably the same Christian taxpayer difference
between
-0 (emptiness):
SUBTRACT empowering hope
for a healthy democracy,
Red and Yellow
Black and White
they are precious
in His sight
and
+0 (fullness):
ADD disempowering despair
of stealthy stupid kleptocracy,
pitching Red against Yellow
Black against White
liberal SkyBlue anthropocentric dreams
against conservational EarthGreen realities
Economically unsafe
and politically unhealthy
MotherEarth
laid to waste,
dark stark global disrepair.
Capitalist detention camp distinctions
without communist concentration camp differences
DeGenerative World Problem UnSolution:
a +1 v -1 Total-itarian risk.
ReGenerative Word Problem ReSolution:
a Win/Win +0 and -0 CoBinary
Making Earth Great Again
healthy democratic CoIntelligent
ecological-economic opportunity.
False Profits
Yeah, That's
Spelllllllled
Write
And
‘Rong.
DIS-COMFORTABLE!
Both Lies.
I'm Unworthy Of
Questioning Their
Pompous Asses,
And Certainly
Unwelcome To
Succumb.
Thanks – 1
-Gray Squirrel
07-10-2025
They came not with swords, but with silence and smiles,
White coats cloaked in corporate trials.
The syringe is a dagger, the pill a chain,
Each cure a contract of hidden pain.
They fed us fear in televised scripts,
Diagnosed souls with chemical whips.
And governments bowed with pockets wide,
While mothers wept as children died.
What price is health when greed prescribes?
When truth is gagged and justice bribes?
You crafted sickness, sold it as fate —
Your empire built on the breath you take.
But the dawn is rising, wild and clear,
With rebel hearts you failed to steer.
And though you wore gods’ masks to deceive,
Your time is done — it’s time to leave.
The people stir, the silence breaks,
And no amount of pills can stop what wakes.
We are the cure you never knew —
The truth that lives beyond your view.
'Verily, I say, ' my words unfold,
'This prophet's heart grows faint and cold—
No honor waits where I was known,
For in my town, I stands alone.'
They see the child I once had been,
Not dreams of what I'd come to win;
My tender voice, yet strong and clear,
Falls dull on hearts that will not hear.
The gifts I bring, they cast aside,
The light I hold, they fail to see;
How strange that near can be so far,
Their blindness hides the brightest star.
For in the soil from which I sprang,
My song goes mute, my harp can't sing.
Yet far beyond these familiar skies,
My vision soars, unbound, and flies.
Uncle Jimmy was always bragging about his profits.
He constantly had things to sell.
I made two dollars, a ten percent profit.
I made five dollars, a twenty percent profit.
I made seventeen dollars, a fifty percent profit.
Actually everything he sells gives him a hundred percent profit.
He has never had a job.
His father has purchased anything he thinks he owns.
beauty from last year
leaves heirs who share the profits -
hum in the spring breeze
04.05-2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(my photo)
False profits,
Are usually followed by real losses,
That make way for real bosses.
Real profits,
Come from real wages,
Real customer service,
An Active Complaints Department,
And lots of repeat customers.
The year 536 was
Named the worst year in
Human history.
When the sun refused
Toshine.
Men and women were
suffered by plague and
Illness.
Eruptions from the
World abroad
The Year 536
The Worst in
The history of Man!
Professor Ricordo Blabla
North to South Up n Here!
BlaBla, That'll Way
State Anonymously 00000
Population
Seems to be a constant ratio
New born and deaths
Always keep a balance
Marriage and pregnancy
Triple the populations
New generations emerge
Wars ,disasters ,epidemics, natural causes
Double the diminishing
Deaths occur
What's a hell
Who is guilty
Man is a part of the violator
Because he starts a war
Because he persuades the virus grows
Because he's careless about the natural disasters
And too bad
Some people are still making profit out of them
And life becomes harder and harder
In the end
Man pays an extra debt for his own deeds
Just because of
A fake population balance
A real scandal
To kill and to conquer( wars )
To pursuit freedom of choice of life styles ( selfish and careless )
In the end
Some people just sigh
They can't do anything
Because this Omicron is also just a population balance
. for public domain
Saints know best from many saints past,
you're only as welcome as your miracles last.
So they quickly move on with their lives for the Lord,
to live a good life when the rabble get bored.
Miracles are much like a flash in the sky,
but rain is more welcome when fields are dry.
Ground that is fallow one year in a seven,
not wasteland, but soil that's resting for Heaven.
So tend to the business of sowing the seed,
generously share harvest with those much in need.
Give the ground rest when it wearies and tires,
or suffer the wrath of the Heavenly fires.
It is better to ask JESUS what ought I to do, say, write ... than be in the SOUP of History.
HEADLINES: 8 hours ago: UK Banks and Church apologize for Slavery - WHY NOW?
Because BLACK LIVES MATTER. And you thought tjust "law and order" to make more dough.
'Former Bank of England governors and directors profited from slavery, as did a bishop and dozens of other clergymen.
The Bank said it would ensure that images of former governors who were involved in the slave trade are not displayed in its buildings.
The Church described its history as a "source of shame".
"Slavery and exploitation have no place in society," a Church spokeswoman said.'
SOURCE: YOUR INTERNET NEWS
shalom, shalom (God or Mammon, it is your call)! amen
(buy two for the price of one)
Serve your mom and dad a tea at breakfast
With ginger and drops of sedatives to relax
Drive them to the market in Happy Town
Buy them new outfits and shoes
Parents must look good for a presentation
Comb their hair. Part it in the middle
Nix that. Your dad is bald.
Pat him on the head for good luck. "Good boy!"
Buy two leashes at the leash emporium
One pink, one in blue to tell them apart
Attach mom and pop around the neck but gently
Strangulation is against the law and not too friendly
Remember they are parents so show respect
Sell them at the marketplace. Kiss them goodbye
Slaves are in short supply these days
Parent sales are precious and fetch a pretty penny
They make great gifts at Christmas
Take dad’s wallet. It is the least you can do
For all he has done for you and don’t forget mommy
Leashes look great on them in pink and blue
Toodaloo you two
Authors Note: The author loved his parents. They were great people. He wants to inform you that this is a fictional piece and advises against selling your family members unless they start to annoy you.
I was told I was liberated
by the children
of the people who enslaved me
I was told I was emancipated
by the graven image
on the penny
The children said:
“Please forgive their forefathers —
It was only business,
nothing personal”
The pennywise children said:
“We were taught to multiply the dollar
Every money tree
need seed money to grow
Deprive not the blood soil —
Tear dirt needed
for the golden apples”
The children of the profits told me
their living will ~ last testament legacy
was to vow forevermore
to keep romancing the stone
The devout offsprings told me
they remained genealogy faithful to giving widow coin charity
See how the blood diamond riches of their mercy
have grandfather clause grown
But what the children of the profits
neglected to tell me ...
they were market driven
to set me free
That my unpaid labor
was bound to be replaced by soulless machinery
Children of the profits
do usury deed show forth their brotherly love greed
You will become old
Older than the wild
Older than dull cutlery
Someone will feed you with a spoon
You will eat the spoon and ask for another
Tubes and wires will hold you together
Nurses will come in the night
Roll you from room to room for tests
On beds with rotating wheels
It is for the best so rest
They will come with white sheets
With cutting machines and drills
With smiles behind dark masks
Stitches can only hold on so long
Is there oil or a cure for the cold in there?
Words mumble through saliva
Slip from the tongue in a dribble
Anesthesia soothes the soul
No one listens to old people
Is there gold in there?
Wrinkles build highways on faces
Take on a life of their own on the elderly
Stretch for miles over peaks and valleys
To the valley of death for what cause
Doctors operate for a profit
To find what's inside worth saving
How it will end is not for us to say
There must be something left in the pockets
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