It took up well, but's firmly plunging south
A million starts, yet hardly any ends
Self-interest at the core, with foul mouth
And very few, if any, real friends
Good deeds, I barely count any
To benefit all those while in need
Oh, yeah, he terminated penny
And those who donated he has freed
The "ego" dwarfing larger state of Texas
While, sadly, arrogance, it's bursting at the seams
Deflecting questions to White House "Alexa"
Pursuing legacy is goal, as it seems
Be center of attention everywhere
Is good for one but not for all of us
He'll cut you off on TV "Town Square"
And call you stupid on demand he wouldn't discuss
When "I" replaces whole nation
It's very selfish, wouldn't you agree?
Each spoken word must rhyme with "ovation"
It's always "me me me" instead of "we we we"
August 24, 2026
Misshapen Characters
They stood overlooking us like monuments
Carved wrong, titles raised, Integrity cropped
Down to a particle.
Their shoulders were uneven- One Organized
With authority, The other clamorous where
Empathy be required to have lived. They
Walked through corridors that extended
To fit their swollen names, each plaque
Polished more glaring then the truth on
The other side of it. Their decisions fell
From great heights, heavy as stone,
Landing hardest on the ones who never
Learned to cite loud enough to be heard
Spiraling.
They measured us with rulers arched by
Bias, weighed us on measure titled by
Convenience, and called the imbalance
System methodology. Their power grew
Disproportionate, A skyscraper built on
Crooked joists. Inclination further each
Year toward self-interest away from the
People holding up the cornerstone with
Tired hands.
Yet even Misshapen Characters cast dimness
And our began to rise, expansion long across
The ground, evoking them that height is not
The same as honor, and soaring is not the
Same as standing tall.
Progress of human civilization
was so long based on realisation
of ' Plain Living and High Thinking': An old
concept turning to ' Race For Hollow Gold."
Now the aim :' High Living and Plain Thinking '!
This challenge ripples, rushes zest and zing !
A pursuit of shallow or meaningless
superficial success to access !
Self-interest will reach to any length,
whether societal status or wealth :
Bewildered, disoriented, frantic.
No feelings for others : Just eccentric.
Selfish self-centred approach : Illusion.
‘My life is mine’ is the prime dicesion .
By hook or crook to follow own life style :
‘ Race For Hollow Gold’ is creating profile.
Not for shortage of stones did Stone Age end,
How a Saudi minister chose to fend
For Oil Age in some rage,
And yet, causing shortage,
Trump sure would render it a helping hand.
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Happenings | 05.04.2026 | completion, humour, political, limerick
Note: In a game of cartels versus competition and self-interest, when UAE withdrew from OPEC cartel, a Saudi minister reacted as shown in this ditty. UAE’s decision is not altruistic in favour of completion, in larger good of the world still. Yet alas, cartels and self-interest are common all over the world—overt or covert.
Clarity. All great thinkers lack it. Self interest is the only means necessary to conquer your one and only kingdom; - The kingdom of self interest.
Those who truly love freedom
justly and unconditionally
are excellent people...
Almost everyone else loves it
in a certain way and
out of self-interest...!
What the rat said
The rat that sat atop the TV cabinet said
So you have only been married once, blaming
your busy life and fate
When the truth is that you didn't want children to
disturb your self-contained egotism
You know, life like the one you live cannot
Go on, but you don't care
When you read about the few children born at
places in, say, Japan, you lament this saying
things like they must breed or disappear
As a nation, but you know they are the old
like you are absorbed in your self-interest
God created mankind upright.
Inventing their own schemes
humans later chose to sin.
Driven by pride, self-interest
and desire for power
man has become a devil.
Selfish motivations centered on personal gain
such as land, resources, have made people
face the consequences of war.
War is the ultimate result of unchecked egos,
where leaders live in luxury
while the general public face the destruction.
War in any form is detrimental
to the safety of humanity.
No matter which side of the conflict you’re on
everyone suffers greatly.
War in its profound essence
begins not in the battlefield,
but in the dark chambers of human ego.
The self-interest thrives on the illusion of invincibility,
distorts the judgement of historical forces,
designs the destiny of nations
to misshape the configuration of the world.
The selfish egos of war write the story of pride,
seeking a permanent legacy of triumph.
The tragedy lies in their blindness to the primary truth
that all existence is intertwined,
and to harm others is to destroy oneself
when the guns go silent and the dusts settle.
In the irrationality of war their vanity
can’t transcend the narrow limits of egotism.
Sedated by the delusion of greatness
the selfish egos of war seek to embed themselves
upon the enduring world,
but their quest for immortality ironically hastens erasure.
Dogs are honest.
In other words they don’t lie.
And so you can learn a lot from them.
Humans on the other hand
Are great deceivers and disseminators
In the cause of self interest.
Dogs like self interest too of course
But it’s always a lot more obvious and simple.
Humans more often than not couch
Their self interest in kindness.
There’s a big difference there you know
Honesty being simply what it is
And kindness being up for question
And interpretation,
And so way more superficial.
I like kindness, in fact I habitually do it,
But I like honesty more.
And that’s why I tend to love and trust dogs
More than most of humanity.
Maybe that’s a sad state of affairs
But I don’t think I’m alone.
(10/25/25)
The raw material
of America
intrinsically damned
Its nature
and character
lost out of hand
Divisive
vindictive
self-interest gone wild
A narcissists
graveyard
— misused to beguile
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
When was the Last time
When was the Last time you stepped out of the 4 walls in your mind
And set under the stars and dream the dreamers dream that was once part of who you were
When was the last time you set with your feet dangling in the cool rippling water
Beneath the shade tree of a lazy river as you set your thoughts free
It just you your maker and the beauty that it came to be
When was the last time you set your own self interest aside and loved with your heart open wide
Let those feelings inside let true freedom reside
So don’t let when was the last time be the last time you open your heart and your mind to a greater Devine larger than the 4 walls in your mind that trapped you for a time
Why does doom feel so familiar
While happiness seems so far away?
How many times have you heard the supplications
Asking for help, or
Begging for mercy, from our suffering.
In this god-forsaken place,
Where we have been placed, to test our tenacity.
Here in this tent city, surrounded by the sounds of industry,
Talking to strangers, about predestined arrangements
Watching the birds fly and the bugs crawl beneath the canopy
In a seemingly parallel reality, I’ve come to suffer separation
From this place we call civilization, the noise of today
Is but tomorrow’s memory, wanting to steal my spirit away.
Just leave me be. Forget about me. Mind your own business.
Leave me out of the fray. I never asked it to be this way.
Criss-crossed with trespass, egregious behavior
Upon someone else’s path, invasive presence, vainglorious -
Self-interest that clashes with everything including itself.
Vibrating like a hive of invasive species
Eating away at the fabric of our being.
Loud, obnoxious, rude, concoctions, diseases for the masses
Please take me away from this insanity. Again,
I pray. ~psp
dr. (pi)
.
You can’t make a deal
with a Judas
As tenured
they govern on high
Like the British
who sought our indenture
With graft and self-interest
they lie
You can’t play the game
any longer
When rules only favor
the few
Where freedom is held
as a hostage
And verity’s fairness
— askew
(The New Room: March, 2025)
When nightfall dips in palest of gold
I feel a sense of indignity,
As owl's melody loses its eloquence
Through the absence of a safe abode;
Where quietude calls for avian coos
The kind which never seeks to intrude…
And its orbed eyes larger than neons, freeze
In need of natue's hued, aerial parade---
Startled, bird's forest trail is washed out
By mourning dew of poison
Denying the barren woods of nourishment
while allowing thieves to skin owl feathers,
mangled talons like so, wasted ---
Wise keeper of secrets, hushing the noise.
Life marvels at your nocturnal guardianship
yet, this world shares not your moonlit toots
lithography of hills no longer owns
your delicate interludes of silence...
Man ravages bird navel, flesh , and plumes
For trading quests, for self- interest ---
Can this earthly slaughter cease
sucking nectar soil of birds dry?
Somehow, I still hail the dwindling number
of hooting owls
Which believes that the next generations
will wander on an environ,
Soaring their wings... joyously free at last.
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