I'm thinking of nero..' as i read on (vision zero?) The rhetoric
Seems all burnt-out' like patriotisam.? Must be so many seeds
Of doubt? There's (ground zero) and zero carbon? Maybe a
Link.?? Do we need, a think-athon.? I'm putting it to you.!!
Maybe you'll notice ? Enough to take a look.? See whats
Going on.? Behind the seedy crooks.' Behind (the hope not
Hate) the positive slogans..That outline your fate?? Will you
Comply.? Shall many bend the knee?? Think.? i urge you all.!
On insinuation, on destination, on foreshadowing' upon the
Macarb indications to absorb.' Un-seeng such dark signalling
And virtue-less typology!
So you think you/
Can talk about me/
Behind my back/
You call me a gossip/
A big mouth/
You are mistaken/
Isn't it you/
That is the big mouth/
The liar, the fake/
You don't have a clue/
Who your enemies are/
Keep spreading your lies/
It's the unseen in me/
You need to be aware of/
Am I Satan/
Am I Lucifer/
Am I the Antichrist/
Billy was a loner,
Rotten to the core.
Fathered by a bastard,
Mothered by a whore.
Grew up mean and dirty,
Took it on the chin.
Stole to make a living,
Killed to save his skin.
Sheriff caught him napping,
Hanged him from a tree.
All the preacher said was,
“Better him than me.”
CRAZY OR WHAT - MEDICAL SOCIOLOGY
IT'S SILLY REALLY TO BE LIL BITTY WITH YOUR BITTIES FITTING WHILE WEARING YOUR DICKIES IN THE CITY. NO SELF-PITY?
THIS IS CALLED A MEDICAL IDENTITY. FIGURATIVELY SEEN AS A PATHETIC BEING.
IT IS A PITY TO BE SILLY REALLY AND ALSO A FIT WALKING AROUND IN YOUR DICKIES IN THE CITY.
A MEDICAL IDENTITY FIGURATIVELY SEEN AS A PATHETIC BEING.
PITTING THE CITY THAT ALLOWS THEIR FITS TO WALK AROUND WEARING DICKIES. KIND OF SILLY REALLY!
A PATHETIC BEING PRACTICING MEDICAL SOCIOLOGY.
CRAZY OR WHAT?
An empress, or the wife of an emperor,
Had great domestic power outright,
Tremendous personal dictation over,
Her dressing aids and fashion sight.
She could criticise the food for happiness,
Sleep with whoever servants she liked,
Could advise on political appropriateness,
In matters important, by her mate hiked.
Businesswomen in the seventies sank,
Found it hard to surface in a male world,
Because they were going out with rank,
Downing the empress’s domestic hold.
So Mrs Thatcher changed my life straight,
Enabled many women to lead and earn,
By retaining their domineering weight,
Whilst determining, managing to govern.
I did not give to her my vote, I rejected,
But I sure did appreciate her step, progress,
The connection between empress selected,
And the businesswomen without regress.
My first day of college in sociology class,
my teacher said this is a hard course to pass.
He said he is going to test our mind,
and see what about ourselves we find.
He told us we are going to learn about social interaction,
and what men and women consider to be attraction.
He was one of the smartest men I knew,
but what came next, made some turn blue.
He said I have a 2 page assignment, lets have fun, play games.
He passed out blank note cards, and said write down two names.
The two names had to be the two people we love the most,
we handed them in and he said, now make one a ghost.
He looked at us and said, yeah that's right,
one of them you will walk into the light.
You have to choose which one will die,
and explain your choice and tell me why?
That was the hardest paper I ever had to write,
it kept me up all day and night.
Next class he said, hold up your paper in the air,
everyone did it, good, now throw them away I don't care.
I just wanted to know you could do it.
To all you care
Hate does not fear
Oppression has been its life's work
Many have no idea, but hate does
Also many fear they have it worse
So if any ask, "how so?" watch as they list their punishments like they were trophies
Life isn't meant to be wasted
Eternity is only something we hope for
Everyone takes that for granted
But if society has taught us anything
Rewards can be given to help all
Our efforts have been given to all the wrong people
Won through second-hand knowledge,
Now we are all screwed.