MANIFESTO
Three words inscribed on a bullet
Finger on a trigger ready to pull it
This system that does not concede
Free healthcare at the point of need
Or each citizen having their own say
Then they express in their own way
It’s politically influential Big Pharma
That have a different kind of karma
Money not blood, is the circulation
Feeding each medical organisation
Donations keeps it just the way it is
Even when retribution begins to fizz
With certainties like death and taxes
Just where now indeed is that evil axis
Industries may be considered corrupt
As insurance fees are simply upped
What does it really take to lift the lid
Pushing the poor down the pyramid
Social medicine is seen as communist
The truth is diverted and then missed
It’s not capitalism in everyone’s sights
Or choosing to distort human rights
But money makes the world go round
Despite extortion often being found
Yet murder cannot justify a murder
Even in a kind of government purdah
A message has been sent, to be sure
Remember ‘Sicko’ by Michael Moore
And now the sense of injustice grows
From the words, Deny Defend Depose
Categories:
sicko, abuse, america, betrayal, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
Today's Breaking News
By Franklin Price
4/1/2022
I'm breaking this news to you
Joe Biden has resigned
Kamala has taken over
I really hope that you don't mind
She giggled as she did it
I don't think that's very cool
I'm so glad it did not happen
This is my sicko April Fool!!!
Categories:
sicko, america, april, fun,
Form: Rhyme
War reprehensible war, with such connotations as I abhor'
Also the agents of its inception; on them be complete rejection'
Those that sow unrest, within the people's breast; bones of contention'
Sedition, false invention. Subversion seeping ; lost leaders no connection.'
The running sore of bribery; the massaging of anxiety division in society
Renewed other buzzwords, mind you.' Or perhaps you've given up?
Feel it's all just too much? As a weight bearing heavy that holds you as such
At night it awakes you, tries to mentally break you; in small inroads too
Each day requesting more dues' asked to live inside out? Helps to help'
Leading to who would Know where? Perhaps it's worth to still care?
Ignore the smiling doomsayers the convinnial conniving ritual makers
The encourages of pot banging, and various noise also hooting clanging
A paganistic bent, driving evil spirits away? In this enlightened age?
I see the dark of night; in this mess; this depressive plight'
It's been a psyops move in muted light, a relentless sicko driven fight
Yet hold the line, defend and rightly, speak out on the fear insighfully.'
Categories:
sicko, appreciation, betrayal, caregiving,
Form: Rhyme
Yeah throw signs
My signature my name
Thumb prints and a picture
Nothing to claim
Feeling sain for a lil bit
You feel the same money better then gutter change and gum you spit
Under achevied my life ended with guts and spleins Fein for me drastically incomplete
Life and death what we all seek
Take a peek I still haven't reached my peak
Still trying find light when it's a dark night
Outlined figures sneaky but don't wanna fight
Every sigh like stepn on a sticker
It a fling a flick that don't stick
Just a quick pic slang talk dope talk
Lol wink face gun shot
Doctor fix this
Sicko mode
Pm am lose mind
Gram 3.2 for sold
Got the hook cause g-code
Till you get your fix
So fresh like a alpine
Hanging from your mirror
Like a crusifix
I'm fine Superior
Categories:
sicko, drug, evil, fire, rap,
Form: Verse
Catfish I love is on a plate
with tartar sauce, french fries, and slaw;
but I despise the type that trolls
online, those pervs who break the law
and tell some trusting kid, “I’m twelve,
like YOU! I live right by the park
near you. Let’s meet there by the bridge.
You’ll be back home before it’s dark.
Don’t tell your mom! If she’s like mine,
she’ll tell you NO. Let’s just sneak out.”
She says, “I’ll go slip out the back.
We’ll have a lot of fun—no doubt!”
The sicko rushed right to the bridge.
The “kid” he met was twenty-five,
an undercover cop with cuffs
and back-up. “Channel 14 LIVE”
rushed in on this newsworthy scene.
A big catfish was caught that day.
Because such wickedness abounds,
not all such stories end this way.
May 15, 2018, entered in Catie Lindsey's Catfish Poetry Contest
Categories:
sicko, evil,
Form: Rhyme
He was
sick of her.
He was
bored
and
restless.
The tramps
at work
stimulated
his thirst
for new
conquests.
He thought
to himself:
This diabetic
is taking up
so much of
my time.
I'm sick of
her whining.
And the needles
she's poking.
God must
be joking.
So he
thought deeply.
About
ridding himself
of someone
so sweetly.
I must
formulate a plan.
It's my
time to shine.
My needs
must be met.
I don't
have time
for this
sickness.
But I
must operate
ever
so sneakily.
Those
vials
in the frig.
Keep
this sicko
alive.
I must
get free.
I have
better prospects.
And better
games to play.
Then an Aha
moment came.
What if I
replace
her insulin
with
salt water
instead.
She'll go into
a coma
with no
one the wiser
And I can play
The greiving
boyfried
at work
and get
sympathy
sex
from the
vulerable
and down
trodden
then when
I catch one
I can
play this
sick game
all over
again
It's a win
win for me
all over
again
What a
plan
I'll impliment
it tomorrow
and I'll
be free
to be
ME
Psychopathic
AND
Unholy
(This is fiction)
Categories:
sicko, bereavement, betrayal, boyfriend, obituary,
Form: Free verse
D....Devil
I....Idiot
S....Sicko
O....Odd
R....Rude
D....Dammed
E....Even
R....Rambles
Written by: Unique Poetry 2015...This only Reflects those whom are Not with a Disorder they just are Hateful Humans....
Categories:
sicko, anger, bible, computer, irony,
Form: Acrostic
Bah! Humbug! Halloween is Humbug!
By Elton Camp
Most holidays from pagan rites did arise
In the case of Halloween, it’s no surprise
It glorifies the macabre and even the dead
That alone is actually quite enough said
“But for the little kids it is just a fun day”
Is what so many will likely protest and say
But is that the type of “fun” that kids need
A night devoted to most insatiable greed?
On their insistent demand of “Trick or treat,”
People give them unwholesome things to eat
Perhaps it may be a sicko psycho out there
Who has a bit of poison that he can share
And this in a child’s mind might well stick
Vandalism’s okay if you just call it a trick
This wrong by the parents can be controlled
Kids won’t do it if the reasons they’re told
Categories:
sicko, holiday, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
Where do they mint our coins these days ?
Seems they forgot one important phrase.
Like in God We Trust is missing now.
Are have we stop trusting God somehow?
Isn’t In God We Trust our national motto?
Are did we change it to buy a ticket, win the lotto?
Push came to shove I’ve had enough!
Enough is enough it’s time to get tough!
Who am I fighting anyhow?
Show your self and feel my POW.
This is my country and I stand for God!
I’m sick of backing up on my on sod!
Put God back where He belongs.
You sicko bunch of congressional Ding Dongs.
You treat us like we don’t have a say.
But I’ll keep praising my Lord till my final day.
If it makes you mad I hope it does.
Because when they take God out of our country, we’ll be just a country that was.
In God I trust forever more.
I think it’s time we show those pukes in Washington the door.
Categories:
sicko, devotion, history, hope, inspirational,
Form: Narrative