Sticky Tape
My sticky tape roll has an air of
snobbery and
unforgiveness about
her.
Portrait
This portrait of you gladdens me
It looks like you; depravity
you’d hate it, friend
it’s pitiless,
displays your foul malignity.
Your smile, well
it’s ominous
vampiric canine alias.
The painter tried to hide that smirk
to cover sleaze in fancy dress,
not all paint can cover murk.
He captured your peculiar quirk,
that nostril flare of snobbery
you were a nasty piece of work.
Classes on tranny and ***** diversity
universities reek of perversity
Discrimination abounds all around
save if your skin's black or brown
Tuition hikes obscene, naked robbery
flaunt luxury dorms and diners, effete snobbery
Not a smidgen on learning or teaching in glittering reports
just facilities upgrades, data analytics in sports
Grade inflation boosts illiteracy ever higher
agree or disagree ~ at least I'm no liar
The woman wore her faux fox hat with an air of elegance and pride
I am used to real furs, my daddy is a dealer, and he shows me each hide
She acts with a touch of snobbery, which I think is totally amusing
If she could see animals turned into pelts, her vanity would be confusing.
In convolution's twist the puppets dangle
And by intellectual snobbery
Confound themselves in obscure philosophies
Within this miasma of strings
Bring thier selfrighteousness to weigh
And heavily obey the populace
Puppets mouth the marionette of speach
Chatter with placatory promises
Gather their idiot payment taxes
Weaving the jerking kink of threads
Into the fashion of a brand new security blanket
The wisdom of puppetry hangs in banknotes
A masquerades entertainment for the fools
It is a dictators empire so steadily employed
To a deception of freedom
To act as the puppet would
Without accountability in the annals of performance
Puppets mereley do their job
Bouncing around on mass medias stage
Dancing through the loopholes they have made
Don't blame me they say
Someone else is pulling on the wires
And I've been played
Puppets perform by popular demand
A roll fulfilled by another's command
In convolution's twist they dangle
Confounding all by obscure philosophies
Bring thier selfrighteousness to wiegh
And heavily obey the populace
Those who want me to try robbery
Can kick-start it with bribery
Or get ready for snobbery…
And I’ve fastened it on a Million Dollar
Plus a dozen shirt with Golden Collars…
Or my tempters for the buzz off!
For problematic it is to bring one off:
Always the quickest stony grief
For the daring beginner thief;
A sure tolling of the gloomy bell
That shall my miserable story tell
By those who for mere roguish eyes kill,
Let alone a move to rashly steal:
My body to hungry blows resign
Plus my face they shall redesign!
Thy shall wilt for the blame of the pain put forth onto others that has been caused out of malcontented pettiness.
Soon thy will realize his errors but due to his conceited ways eating at his raw unhabitable consciousness,
He chooses to not come forth to repent for his snobbery egoism that has caused many to fall behind in an endless amount of wallowing due to his lack of acknowledgment from his actions.
His cordis could never express such a vague emotion for,
It does not pump blood rather more so of a void fulfilling masterpiece to hide his efforts to believing he is a better human being.
Does thy even see & feel the way we all see?
A demon in a true disguise that always tries to comprise his dealings with one another,
Yet fail to see another dawn of light to change,
For shame.
perhaps we are effete snobs
though we fete our snobbery honestly
we lie and cheat our way to A's and B's
leave for fools those 'gentleman's C's'
O! Mahatma Gandhi!
You taught us non-violence
But we slaughter easily
Our own sisters and brothers
We create an institution
To promote your ideals
Yet we subject to ordeal
The destitute of our nation
Bride-burning and bribery
Casteism and untouchability
We puff in snobbery
Losing our accountability
O! Mahatma! Do not weep and curse
This beloved nation of ours
When the books of your messages
Are used only for binding packages
There was a time when Movie
and Star went together: “Grand Old Flag”,
“Yankee Doodle Dandy” and so on.
Hollywood, at the time, far less Commie –
not entirely overrun by Political Bias,
Social Snobbery. About the same time,
a child lost or in trouble could safely approach
most any adult – every cop and fireman
was Tom Mix and Ken Maynard combined…
and Abortion
wasn't
fashionable....
I can't breathe
Though I don't wear a tight mask
I can't breathe
Though I am not the patient of asthma
I can't breathe
Though I don't live in an unhygienic gas farm
I can't breathe
Though I am not in the full of terrible CFC layer
I can't breathe
Though I am not confined in the bottom of the dark grave
I can't breathe
Yes, I can't breathe
Because in this world
Human still bringing up the racism in the safety womb of the heart
Human tolerates still discrimination by the religions
Human loves the inhumane aristocracy, the snobbery in the deaths of poor
Yes, I can't breathe
Here, on this earth, still human prefers to the colors of the body skin
Human is still not taught by the conscience of universal humanity
15.07.2020 Chattogram
nCoV-19
-pioneer of the world ridiculous leisure period
-not a virus but an expression of snobbery
media is well planned blessings of the capitalist
the virus is the panic of another snob disease!
29.05,2020 Chattogram
*********
From the Image which contained: 1 person & text that says
'"Hunger virus does not appear on television, Because this virus do not kill the rich.'
(Double Nonet)
In poverty there are blessed the lives
Hygienic weather is far fetched
Yet happiness in their blood
No mask and hand washing
Lacking of good foods
Day nights death news
Yes, nothing
Can do
Them
Their
Struggle
For the life
Builds confidence
Teaches adverse act
They manage anyway
No disappointment kills them
Let victory shine their hard world
Where snobbery disease never comes
22.05.2020 Chattogram
Listen up lowlife, I make greatness look trite,
Arrogance so far below me, I’m way out of sight,
The whole world’s something, stuck to my shoe,
Never wear mainstream, only designer brand new.
Could not care less, weather you live or die
Be sure your funeral cortège stops, as I pass by,
Don’t even look at me, gaze upon the ground,
Better not breathe same air, when I’m around.
Completely flawless, no mirror can reflect me,
Chosen by myself, to judge everyone that I see,
When speaking put polished marbles in my mouth,
Step outside our mansion, everything goes south.
Family’s so privileged, only private tutors we seek,
When at the opera, have our own personal suite,
Only best Moët Chandon, passes through my lips,
No matter how good the service, I never give tips.
Yes obnoxiously happy, confident I’ll never die,
So just go and wallow, but find your own pigsty,
I’m a total master class, in unbridled snobbery,
Made my billions, defrauding the IRS in robbery.
By
David Kavanagh
eventually I'm the fallen one
never thought that falling will be much fun
how about an airborne run
looking for wings that won't fall
llooking for a fall that'll make me whole
looking for a death that'll prove a life
look for a life that'll make me fear not death
oh man this fall is a race for a distant breath
look for a love that'll fit this dying heart
looking for heart that'll make this love engine start
looking for a reality that'll make 'over to truth
lookin for a truth that'll elecrecute this fakness no snooze
have you seen my guardian angel
she's trying a red dress i made her love excess
no one made a stand without a helping hand
have you seen my hidden hand he smiled and said let's expand
who are you what's the story
spiritual ritual going perpetual
the snobbery of the fakery
when the lie unites and the truth divides
is this what we fell for
or is the struggles of the more
eventually it will be abyss bottom
she said barter for garter
i said belt or snake
careful it say fragile don't break
Tamer Hossam
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