Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
“Be still for Chrisake!
The head is crowning.
Now be still, damn you!”
These women are the damned
Crammed into slab huts
At the edge of Hell.
Condemned as sluts,
Their bellies swell
With hunger
Or some bastard’s bastard brats.
"Be still, please God!
Let the brat be still!"
My intentions were pure, did I not strip them naked before you
I wasn’t afraid to say that I loved you, it didn’t make me less of a man
Not known to draw first, but this time I felt my grip itchy
Your troubles my own, my troubles on hold
There lurks some magic in love, a price to pay for its conjuring
Tuff girls will break a street cat, it don’t matter that u land on your feet
We pay the price for those before us, and those on tag have theirs sealed
A pot can only break once, but your heart will grow cold feet
It’s all a circle but we can remould the tale, learn from the ruins of war
Love deeply and expect the same, stay loyal and earn fealty
Because all dogs were once noble men and sluts fair maidens
UNNECESSARIES
Some days when we need aliments
Or stuff to clean our residence
My wife sends me to venture out
With mission like a good Boy Scout
Well briefed with edicts firm conveyed
By She: one who must be obeyed
I go forth full of good intent
No thought to breach nor circumvent
With list in hand I scout for best
Of items to fulfil my quest
When eye in wayward fashion’s drawn
To piles of “When it’s gone it’s gone”
And little siren packs and parcels
Speak to me of tempting morsels
Biscuits, chocolates crisps and nuts
Lay there, seduce like wanton sluts
Returning home my bag replete
With stocks both needed and effete
Mid staple list I seek to bury
Little things unnecessary
I state my case as I intone:
“Man does not live by bread alone!”
The things that bring delight and joy
Lift spirits of this bad old boy
With love let’s happiness pursue
And relish what we have, not rue
Two hearts then gratified and merry
That my Dear is NECESSARY!
There is a man named Mr. Purt
Money and power are his turf.
He rules the land with a tangerine fist
Misogynistic deeds always tops his list
He takes what he wants, no questions are asked.
Women are no exceptions in his take-over tasks
Greasy, slime-ball, a Neanderthal if you will.
Algae of the earth, pond scum, seeking chauvinistic thrills.
He encompasses himself with a cluster of men who think the same.
Narcissistic beastly creatures, I do proclaim!
Mr Purt is the leader of these evil clones
overcompensating with their wallets while he is perched on his throne.
Receding hair line over indulgent brutes
siting in the country club in their Armani suits.
Laughing and saying "All women are sluts and whores to a degree".
Puffing on cigars and sipping on their Brandy.
So, ladies, if you happen to see Mr. Purt and his entourage walk your way
RUN! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!
HIDE YOURSELF FROM THE ORANGE HAND!
THEY CAST NET
IN THE WATERS
THE FISHES WERE
NETTED AND
WAITED HARVEST
THERE NETS WERE
TORN AND DRIED UP
AND THE FISH THEY
CAUGHT FELL BACK
INTO THE SEA
THEY CURSED THE CREW
AND FOUND FAULT IN MANY
THEY TURNED THEIR SHIP
BACK TOWARD THE SHORE
THEY SPOKE OF THE
MEN'S WIVES AS HARLOTS
SLUTS AND WHORES
THEY TOLD THEM TO TAKE
THEIR THINGS
AND LEFT THESE MEN
ON THE SHORE
WE WAITED THERE FOR FOUR DAYS, UNTIL THESE SEADOGS CAME BACK TO FETCH US ! "I WHIPPED THE ASS OF THE CAPTAIN, AND HIS SECOND MATE, WANTED TO KISS ME !"
MEANIOUIS THE mERCHANT
THE FISHING SHIP USS MISSION
If you are ever feeling down
know that love can always be found
and there is help just look around
don't ever give up
try not to live up
to the statistics
peers are your own worst critics
put down the gun
there is no reason none
none at all
so if you see a friend in need answer that call
I know people think its cool to hurt another person
when it is really themselves they are hurtin
shadowed to this life by a curtain
who to blame the one raising the kids
or is it a whole other list
lets not talk about grown ups
that are grown sluts
that will just f*** not know your name life and such
that is why when it is life you try to f*** it doesn't mean much
but you got to hold on in life its like a bronco don't get bucked. -TA
and I heard hell called on men
for eternal life for them all
they ran here and there with
decorated bottles of beer and
handy skimpy sluts.
filthy theme of righteous played
they called heaven a dreadful hell
the demons rejoiced at the gate
each man was called a street
each street was named after a ****
each house was termed destruction
each men were entitled for a virgin
a virgin to straighten themselves in bed.
a public hole was created for all
come, fall in and die and be born again.
satirically, I watched men shattered,
shattered of smothering laughter
planting kisses on the loose foundations
because what they heard wasn't what
they've seen on the last day.
maybe, they were deceived by sermons.
maybe, they found joy in sadness
they told a tale of how hell is best
colourful place for a virgin laughter.
then, I woke up to see more sin on
the body of coated clay earth.
two cities created themselves:
heaven and hell, a choice is
left for you to make for eternity.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Behind closed doors I see her being molested
This is bondage as she can’t free her self from
The terror inflicted and brought day in day out
By her husband and all I can do is to watch, I
Am the fly on her wall...
She is verbally abuse amid my presence, also
Physically touched and suffering. She is bold
Receives punches when she utter words each
Day of her livelihood yet all I can do is to watch
I am the fly on her wall...
She is keen and profound on earning a living,
Contrary to that he takes no deed or any act
To prove his manhood, he is cruel and inept,
Leaves his family to agonies and all I can do
Is to watch, I am the fly on her wall...
He proves his folly each day, As he spends his
Last dollar note on sluts, leaving his family to
Suffer, hunger and starvation his weapons awry
Fashioned to fail his children’s tummies and all
I can do is to watch, I am the fly on her wall...
Jingoistic Men
Oh they are so smug
Because they have enough money
In the bank
They call the strong women “sluts”
They pretend to be the savior of working class
They forget that they are vacuous
And have dollar signs in place of their hearts
They argue that political correctness is gone mad
By this they mean why ladies are seeking equal pay.
Let us teach our daughters to stand up
Against these men of fragile egos and no brains
I am
silver silk, brown eye-shadow, pink shoes.
Blue kitchen. I mean sad. Missing you.
I am
broad bed, tv-tower, your mail.
Check-ins, flights. Staying high all day.
I am
french fries, nightmares, hair-cuts.
No coffee, no tea, no sluts.
I am
"please, go", "please do", "please, wait".
I am
"no way", "seriously", "sounds great".
I am
on-line, next month, last week.
I am
tag, no hide-and-seek.
I am
colour ink nail polish, no watch.
Blue eyes. I mean sad. Twitter notch.
26.07. 2012
A **** can be pretty and funny and smart.
She can lift all of your thoughts from your ***** straight to your heart.
She can talk about science, music, or art.
She can put you together but also rip you apart,
so don't trust these sluts, no don't you dare.
They'll force you to trust them and love them and care,
and then she'll be gone, and then you'll be aware
of that hole in your heart that that dumb **** left there.
I don’t need love in my life
Couples say they can’t live without each other
Does that mean that they will never have a life
No life because of one stupid guy, or a stupid girl
All men want to do is treat the women like sluts
All women care about is if a man can handle their dramatic ********.
That is not real love
If thats not real love then what is?!
Everyday feels like a fairytale
Couples feel like Romeo and Juliet
What love is doing is causing sorrow
If we all know that soon that person will leave us
We all know that deep in our hearts we will fail love because we are abusing it too much
Or maybe love is abusing us.
Whatever this “love” is doing I do not want to be apart of it
The only thing that can make me happy is friends and family
The only person that can make me happy is me
I do not need that love
The only love is there is me.
Your best friends become strangers,
Lollipops turn into cigarettes,
The innocent ones into sluts,
Homework goes in the house,
Soda becomes vodka,
And kisses turn into sex.
Your worst enemies were your siblings,
Race issues were about who ran the fastest.
At McRonald's, you get what you order,
McVirgin burgers from someone's daughter,
Sluts just wanna have fun,
In a sesame seed bun!
Do you want any French fries?
Have some fertilisers and pesticides!
We're not selling these apple pies,
Because we really love you, guys,
Here, more landfill and sulphate dioxides,
Have a nice day today,
Anyone for take away?
All in a plastic sesame bun,
Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!
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