Media muppets lie,
a hand rides up their back;
What disaster this brings;
An empty plastic smile
as puppeteers pull strings;
Media muppets lie,
following each demand;
Mere mindless foot soldiers;
They don’t see the people,
only what the goal is;
Media muppets lie,
they always have a choice;
Cut the strings and go rogue;
The return of freedom,
bring back what was in vogue.
Politics, A Dirty Game
Tom Wright’s Opinion
12-14-2019
Politicians come off,
as being pugnacious.
But most lack backbone,
And will never be coriaceous.
They’re mission statement must read,
The other party to impugn.
It’s due to this attitude,
Political parties won’t be in attune.
Once elected they view voters,
As no more than a hick.
When I look at congress,
I see stooges slapstick.
Like a puppet master,
Lobbyist’s pull strings and they dance.
Getting palms greased,
While their net worth they enhance.
They sling insults and innuendo,
From both House and Senate.
It’s for this palm greasing,
They’ve chosen to be in it.
And the media keeps its job by
“Keeping us Informed”
Modern girls come anatomically correct
With diamonds in their eyes not marbles
Some come in plastic with moving parts
Made in China for a fraction of the price
Talking dolls with pull strings are cheaper
Batteries are not included with later models
Real dolls need credit cards to have and hold
From this day forward they always say I do
Are they who thought they were chosen
Who are they that were frozen?
Wick and wise to the candle that burns
Both ends are full of soot in golden urns
Girth a symbol of wealth in times of old
Now it is a birth of evil in times foretold
Give the poor a hand out, never one up
Shall you unearth and make them give
Grave diggers smile with golden teeth
As the puppet masters pull strings from beneath
Devil is detailed and he is in, heaven forbid
What is right and good shall win?
Do you question this blessed truth
Not I for he and I are the sleuth
Detecting the agenda before it corrupts
Forever blessed, even as hell erupts
Rage Against The 12 Kings
On icy thrones, they sit on high,
And pull the strings of average men.
Their governing, silent, ruthless,
As potent and lethal as venom.
They pull strings of mere mortals,
Presidents, Premiers,Dictators,
Tugging these chosen with vindictive force,
Assuring the subjugation is understood.
What can we do,powerless,stricken,unheard,
As the 12 Kings rule from up high?
Behind the ash of burning cities,
With shields of concealment and ruse.
Creators of demons, that exist only in fear,
Liars, twisted minds pocked with deceit,
Money guzzling, shape shifters all,
As they spin their yarns of terror.
I rage against the self crowned dozen.
I long for the judgement that ends their treason.
I cry for humanity that drifts with Dante's souls
In the winds of purgatory below icy thrones.
Brenda Atry
5/23/2011
So easy in love,
so easily out.
With the flick of a switch,
your left in no doubt.
Maybe someday she`ll realise,
but then maybe she wont.
What if now she feels alive,
now that you dont.
We pull strings and play games,
impassionately annoy.
Passion becomes a crime
when we play with hearts like they`re toys.
Now dont let them in,
because you may have to smile.
And theres always a risk that they`ll tear out your heart,
and have it dangle awhile.
The risk is called love
and it gives such a buzz.
Its what makes us human
and turns us to mush.
It goes up and comes down,
brings laughter and pain.
Once you`ve tasted it pure
you`ll never be the same.
Loves a bitter sweet pill,
not for the faint hearted.
Some lose it to greed, envy or lust,
while some lose it with their dear departed.
Whoever you love and however you live,
dont dwell on the whys the what fors and what ifs.
Live each day as new and dont be scared to let go,
because true love will not judge you,
take you for granted or say no.
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