You are horrible, you let me down, a simple task you turned into a nightmare.
You were always bad, you had no heart, I tried to let the first of your attack on taking my love go, but you continued on.
You were always no good, I even tried to smooth things over, trying to put aside any ill feelings I had.
You are horrible, you are rotten to the core, you lack good and truth, and all that is true.
You should have never allowed ours to mix, now we have a soup mix, if you cannot act like a human for human's sake, I can’t imagine how you treat strangers you must hate them even more.
God tells us to forgive, that in the end he takes care of all. So, we shall see how it goes, I will remember all the mean and cruel ways you behaved.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Human rights, what a nice phrase
Permeates the mind in fanciful ways
Peace everywhere, what a sweet dream
Of ethics’ crop, it seems the cream
Equal we stand before the law
Yet some are taller, longer in the paw
Equality lives only in books
In the real world, some have better looks
Of human rights, some have a lot more
Based on yardsticks rotten to the core
Some preach for long on merits of peace
While wheels of war, they willingly grease
As the world burns in flames of war
Warmongers escape feathers and tar
The innocent pay for the wicked’s wrong
And thus is sung the human song
But wait, this is just the ugly part
To make life comely, man has the art
Many noble souls follow lofty goals
To improve life for human shoals
Be it by fighting for human rights
Freedom, justice for blacks and whites
Or bringing peace in war-ravaged zones
Or Healing the wounds and broken bones
To end injustice, they will do their best
Wherever it is, whether east or west
Truly human they always remain
Give meaning to life and ease the pain
There are many Aerth’s amongst the Cosmos
But we’re the only Earth!
That’s worth more than just dirt, especially to us.
Perhaps it is a curse
To think we’re just the best,
Better than all the rest.
Our planet appears to be unique,
Especially within our own Solar system.
Plus, we have God. (and science?)
Blessed with an abundance of Life-giving waters!
Blessed with an ozone of an atmosphere.
Blessed with clouds that filter fresh water to drink.
Blessed with perfect gravity! And magnificent magnetic magmatism.
Blessed with perfect Green zone placement around the Sun.
Blessed with one perfect Moon. “Ahh oooooooo!”
Blessed with an abundance of Life and soulful soil.
And not just a barren rock or gaseous giant.
Plus, I’m here.
And I’m here to say,
“We are spoiled rotten to the core.”
And I have to wonder,
Are we alone in the Universe
Who thinks our Earth’s special and enticing?
An Angel,
How could you breathe life into someone so twisted, rotten to the core?
A Beauty,
How can something that came from you be so ugly, inside and out?
A Queen,
A calamity your face sits on a peasant, so unworthy of your image.
A Warrior,
How can an offspring of yours be this weak and pathetic?
A Champion,
A shame you bore a loser that is always defeated, giving nothing but disgrace.
A Saint,
How come something that's supposed to be of you have turned out so viscous, cruel and unkind?
But the real question is,
How can someone as perfect as you beget a monster like me?
Jesus builds forever only.' other edifaces fall.'
Those who rage and plot against him
Now falter and call, their odour is of death
They are rotten to the core! lacking true knowledge
They prepare for feast and slaughter.' Yet on them
The eternel blade will fall.'
The most sweetest appetising apple
Cream of the crop
On the apple cart
Is placed on the top
And tastes divine
Aesthetically pleasing
Attracting many to bite
But sometimes
Rotten to the core
But if not
It's something you want more and more
It's the dreamer's wish
The prettier the girl
The sweeter the kiss.
We entered twenty-twenty-four
in vain hope it will be postwar;
one government will not deplore;
politics, rotten to the core,
despite the oath to us they swore.
In truth, the poor will get more poor;
the one percent will gain much more.
Some countries will wipe out a score;
innocents will pay dearly for.
We live in nineteen eighty-four,
the man knows us so much, much more
so fairness, we can whistle for;
sold wishes from a candy store.
The lie, all’s fair in love and war;
is such an utter total bore.
Will someone, God’s sake, take the floor
and f***ing sanity restore!
One bad apple fell to the ground, I guess it’s just rotten to the core
Do stand against them with all might. Their favor or disfavor
Is not what you have ever sought. Those who hanged their own saver,
The Judases whose shame resides for ever on their foul brows,
Are born of lies in lands of lies and false are their filthy vows.
They have once nailed their Messiah with two thieves of their own kind
To fool their dull-minded people who were then, as they're now, blind.*
Who on earth heeds dogs! Let them howl at your shining moon. Don't care.
They're such beasts, rotten to the core, not changing, beyond repair.
1. 21. 2023
* The allusion here is to the Bible. In the Koran and the Islmic faith, Jesus Christ (Peace Be upon Him) rose to Heaven before the Crucifixion; He is still living; and He will reappear to all at the end of the world.
No comments, please!
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
Seems a waste to concentrate on dross
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Forced to spend time with a churlish boor
I will always consider an unfortunate loss,
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
Observing a child spoiled rotten to the core
Whose parents have not taught who’s boss
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
The expulsion in public of a gaseous vapor
Makes some folks grin, but makes me cross
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
I don’t really enjoy a movie I’ve seen before,
Seeing my shirt on which I’ve dropped sauce
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Giving it thought, I could come up with more
Like running out of thread when I need to floss
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Written October 22, 2022
I am now rotten to the core.
I don't want this life no more.
What the hell am I here for?
IM DONE!
I can't stand it here.
I want to disappear.
No one would shed a tear.
I'M DONE!
All they do is cause me pain.
Hateful thoughts inside my brain.
It's really quite insane.
I'M DONE!
I never get respect.
Make to feel like a reject.
They all hate me I suspect.
I'M DONE!
Worthless I get treated.
Self esteem defeated.
Strength is so depleted.
I'M DONE!
Intentions never good.
Just misunderstood.
They did it because they could.
I'M DONE!
They did it just for fun.
Every single one.
Caring at all none.
I'M DONE!
Voice is screaming in my head.
That say I'm better off dead.
So I did what they said.
THEY WON!
The more I think the more I'm sure
The odds were stacked as all can see,
The Media's rotten to the core
At least on that we should agree.
But two years on what do you think,
Did sleepy Joe succeed or fail,
I hear so many took to drink
Watching the saga of Dither and Flail.
Afghanistan, Russia, Inflation and Gas,
Just a few things that mark his mis,
And yet that same Media gave him a pass
Altering headlines until something fits.
COVID aside he can't catch a break
Even his wife is shaking her head,
She tells us he's fine, really awake,
He's just been unlucky, with good times ahead.
I'm just sitting back enjoying the show,
Getting some laughs, spreading the word,
Watching frustration evermore grow,
Promises plenty, all action deferred.
Not long now to wait, November's next door,
We'll take back both houses and that's where the fun starts,
Of my own aspirations, patience for more,
But watch me in action until he departs.
Was first day of school when evil befell
the town children who marched in happy tune,
and the school bell tolling rung its death knell
for the dead and dying who died too soon.
Sadly there is none so Godless and none
so dangerous as a fool with a cause -
no rest will come to the ghosts of Beslan
until the cause of peace gives hatred pause.
A schoolyard is not a theatre of war,
no child a legitimate enemy -
are men’s hearts so black, rotten to the core
that he finds refuge in atrocity?
What badge of honour behoves the wearer
to bear on children a reign of terror?
Written: October 2004
Ascending at a very rapid pace*;
Making haste from the pit below.
Soon there arrived a knocking at my door,
as I imagined something rotten to the core.
But to my blessed and pleasant surprise,
There appeared a most beautiful being,
most masterly devised and starring into my eyes.
As I opened the door reluctantly, I beheld his caring eyes.
From the hell below, he had survived and also thrived.
He was sent to me to share and sweeten my story.
He knew me well- my entire history, and I knew not how.
I wanted to bow as his presence embraced me gracefully,
and like a blanket, it filled me with warmth so lovingly.
And like the angel Michael who came to the aid of Gabriel,
He fought, and fights for me presently, against the forces of hell.
About this encounter I shall forever tell,
with the hope that my story serves you well.
060422PS *Fiction
Beware of what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As it is sure to soon sport, a broken oar,
With sellotape being sent for,
To cover up what is an obvious flaw.
Yes beware what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As something could be rotten to the core,
With those afraid of being shown the door,
Looking to cover up that flaw.
Beware of what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As it is you and me who will have to pay the more,
When the cover up is no more,
If those who knew about the flaw,
But kept going using an oar,
That should never have left the store,
Manage to sneak out the door.
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