Office of the Penitentiary
~ Suppository Dispensary
Business is like this
No fame, no profit
No benefit, no deal.
Business on the go
Less talk, less profit
More talk, more gain.
Business with benefit
Friendship brings favor
Engage, more connection.
Business is service
It's love being measured
Best serve, born revenues.
The mocking must stop.' By those who raid public revenues ' non stop ' billions
Funding wars and trafficking also worse.'
Abominations and life quality to reverse.'
They spit in your face and tell you its rain'
Advise suffering is your pre-ordained.' They showboat whilst homelessness climbs.' There is talk on security, as they
Bring on crime..The prate of peace yet plan much war.' They talk much of folk
Value yet ignore its lore, that could usuage current; world loss and pain.' Pay
The real value of human labour, let positivity negate iniquitys morbid reign
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Dear friend, do not imitate what is evil
but what is good. Anyone who does
what is good is from God.
Anyone does what is evil
has not seen God.
3 John 1:11
Most religions claim to be peaceful
While there is no peace on earth today.
Why? Because some religious folks hide devil
in their hearts and continue doing evil mostly.
Look at the religious conflicts in Nigeria,
Israel, Palestine, Pakistan , India
and other few countries where some humans
always kill each other because of different religions.
If God is One amongst us on earth
Did He appoint some individuals to always
exterminate others for His personal revenues?
No and no! This world needs peace - just peace , Yeah!.
July 23/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Dreams continue as he pursues and fits into those new life shoes/
Steams of old morose songs singing sad blues in dark venues/
Has his hold paddling multiple life canoes/
His eyes mold maddening views of how not to use or misuse /
Less issues to load tissues and blow revenues /
He construes the con’s cruise how he’d abuse and throw a fuze /
Irrelevant spoofs but now he refuels and will refuse /
To lose how he broke a fuzed fool loose into bomb grooves /
Explodent raising the roof with booms and more proofs /
Next go sent is praising a nerd goof’s blurred sluice see through /
An Oxymoron to use without suboxone, oxycontin or any proxy plottin /
That’s rotten like heroin in pill form not an option /
From hereon in I’m building and recovering /
I’ve beaten my cranial region and more covering/
It’s a pain in the neck and the back sore hovering /
Pain multiplied by the passion is what caused action /
The symptom is contamination leaving one ultimatum /
Create a new life curriculum to cure ick-n-glum
non notables
same is to same old
repeat offenders
nothing new
back scratch revenues
old poets club.
canned scriptures
wasted words
post mortem phrases
casket contusions
dead dendrites.
old poet network news.
boring, blatant, bygones,
corporeal cripples.
Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,
Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and apocalyptic aperture,
You might among countless thriving throng induce fear,
Cause bountiful bouts of darkness and despair,
You might perhaps possess lives of mankind in multitudes,
Cripple economies and ravage revenues.
Say, can you cease the blowing of wildly winds?
Say, can you banish a bridal blush or a child’s caprice?
Say, can you hold the hanker of a koel for its lilting lyrics, while it sings?
Say, can you shackle the Sun, or rob its rays with your bitter malice?
You are nothing but an atomic annihilator, a sombre spree,
In vain you strive to rule over our spirits free,
We would surmount all sufferings and decimate your derisive decree.
Saptarshi Mukherjee
fiscal
adjective FISS-kul
1 : of or relating to taxation, public revenues, or public debt
2 : of or relating to financial matters
Montgomery, Alabama, deep south,
a black woman's told to give up her seat.
A white passenger demanded she stand;
she said no; the moment was bittersweet.
The blatant bigotry she confronted
jailed her for civil disobedience.
But black commuters rallied around her;
and would not cower in obedience.
Boycotting the bus for over a year,
the blacks in Montgomery chose to walk.
And, when their revenues started dwindling;
whites knew blacks had them in a hammerlock.
Rosa Parks found the courage to say no;
she's a hero, as far as heroes go.
Accessible rhyme is never good.
The penalty is understood—
soft titters from dark board rooms where
the businessmen paste on their hair
and, Colonel Klinks, defend the Muse
with reprimands of Dr. Seuss.
The best book of the age sold two,
or three, or four (but not to you),
strange copies of the ones before,
misreadings that delight the board.
They sit and clap; their revenues
fall trillions short of Mother Goose.
I am a republican, i speak with utter certainty
I believe in my own facts, the press is my enemy
I support global warfare, paying for them warily
I support oil revenues, with climate killing clarity
I support big tax cuts, with debtful hilarity
I support seniors, paying for them bareily
I support guns, with mass shooting regularity
I support walls, preventing laborer familiarity
I lie with impunity, truth an unfamiliarity
I am evangelical, i lie with cool piety
I believe in family values, of a corporate variety
I rally your sympathies, with solicitous demagoguery
I believe in my health care, yours with insincerity
I believe in my future, yours very narrowly...
Ah, faith! Golly gosh, life in the city!
Hustle and bustle n' a big metro wander
Exhaustion, life, anger and pretty gritty
Misty, grimy lights loudly grab a beggar
The sidewalk shops like a cold surround
Hot action, big ole' vanilla sidewalks
Graffiti walls, in dab color bound
Hot streets quietly grab nighthawks
Where is the sunny cloud vapors?
In downtown burg retreats
Out above on dark street skyscrapers
Crestin' over in mean dark streets
U' gotta love corner words
Chatter, rattle, natter, prattle
People jabber like yakkety-yak birds
Cigarettes gab under dark doorway shadow
Gazing in windows calmly at low down
In dusty, dry walk-in cafes
Grimy flowers grab at dead grass mown
Fish eyeing brutal building facades, near dead eye alleyways
Oh, noise!
Man like a machine
Never like a jackhammer that annoys
The faceless toiler that is mean and lean
Horn noise, action, in a 'crown vic'
Cabbies scowering for revenues
While crashing, dashing in street quick
O' life in bright light big city blues
Within the blah blah blah, heart of the city
You can endure all that jazz you wish it to be
The children, O God, the children,
this world unworthy of their grace,
their innocence, their trusting faith,
vulnerable babes of each race.
Why do men and women abuse
these who are freshly come from You,
making of them foul merchandise
to increase evil revenues,
in all the world, in each nation,
sacrificed for wicked purpose
on aberrant lust's cold altar,
acts in man's perverted circus.
Where is the cry for the children--
abused, starved, murdered, raped, enslaved?
My heart bleeds for the innocents,
to rescue them, make our hearts brave!
© Faye Lanham Gibson, May 5, 2015
A lot of malls are closing
(As I found out in the news)
‘Cause empty stores must equal
A decline in revenues.
For many folks despise the trip –
The traffic, parking, gas –
Especially when Amazon
Has bargains that surpass.
With just one click, your every wish
Comes true at your command
And you don’t have to schlep those bags,
So heavy in your hand.
A way of life is passing by,
For better or for worse
And soon our homes will be the measure
Of our universe.
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