At times I've been known to share with anyone who'll listen
my belief on what people might say as they meet their fate
you know... perhaps a piano falling on their head
or the proverbial bus about to run them over
Yes, i've often thought that statistics should be kept
as they'd undoubtedly prove me right
my opinion is that in all probability
"Oh no" would probably come in a respectable second
while the more likely and less polite form "Oh sh*t"
would be the gold medal by a landslide
AP: 2nd place 2025
Decades a midwife a definer of rights written so patients
And authoritys both knew their plights.' Un-jabbed 2020 up
Till today, yet prosecuted by N Z jacinda aderns machine which stated
She had to pay? They tried to bully and really every sick trick.' Even forgery of her signature, i think they were a bit thick? Well its all turned turtle, and they're panicking now..
The genocidal mantra.' The outright lies and deceit show
I advise a trip to you-tube where if you enter her name.?
Under New Zealand midwife, it will truly enlighten your brain.'
VITAL STATISTICS FEED MY THRIST
Meet me at the fountain;
So that I may drink the water
I'll be the one clothed in righteousness naked from ground,
upto my crown;
My soul running to the fountain,
yet I don't have a cup
All I'm carrying is my mouth;
And that I'm going to speak life;
I was thirsty, and you said come
You've filled
Lord, hear me first ;
I called always already here,
You feed my thirst
When I was thirsty, you fill my cup
Meet me at the table;
Lord you're ever able;
Come and dine,
I'm yours and you are mine;
Come let us, sup together;
My soul is walking to the table;
It's because of you that I'm able;
You feed me with Your Word
You speak I heed I hear, I heard Hallelujah
Lord hear me first
I called always already here
(Ever present) you feed my body heart mind and soul you feed my thirst when I am thirsty hungry you fill my cup
Father Meet me at the table;
You who are my vital statistic that feeds my hunger and thirst
1/18/25
Dad writes articles chock-full of stats.
Just refer to his latest on rats!
Both my brothers, my sis,
Mom, and I all say this:
We'd prefer sagas starring cute cats.
Name now one man but Dad who would say,
"Evil rats on no star live" today.
Next, I'll make you say 'WOW!'
with my ana* on cows,
Then my top spot award, I'll display.”
*a collection of noteworthy information
They once did a study that perplexes,
Making sure to sample both the sexes.
The av'rage sir or madam,
The stats declare each had 'em
One boob, one nut - a result that vexes.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an children killed every week..
Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears,
their babies now gone before their first year..
Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast,
while one in four are starving now, some eating only grass.
For those that survive while in harms way, are losing
their limbs as the bombs splay.
12,000 innocents, undeserving of their fate,
while the rest of the world just watches and waits..
47% of Gaza's population are children.
The headlines blared “COVID-19 vaccines kill people!”
“More vaccinated people die of COVID than non-vaccinated!”
“COVID vaccines are a government conspiracy!”
Wait a minute, though.
Let’s think about this for a moment.
For argument, assume that the vaccines
Have no impact at all
On your dying of COVID-19.
The recent census figures say
About eighty percent of the U.S. population is vaccinated.
If our assumption that the vaccines have no impact at all holds,
Then we’d expect four times the death rate for vaccinated people.
(Eighty percent is four times greater
Than the twenty percent unvaccinated population.)
What even those who call the COVID-19 vaccines a killer admit
Is that the rate of deaths between vaccinated and not
Is far, far less than four-to-one in the United States.
It’s less than two-to-one by even the most extreme sampling.
What we must conclude, then, is that COVID-19 vaccines save lives.
The conspiracy theorists’ own data proves it.
Aren’t statistics a wonderful tool?
gotta hurry, little time for chatter
not on-deck, always the current batter
pendulum swinging at a hastened pace
as if existence were a non-stop race
skip over letters go straight for the words
type of education most find absurd
continue to grind no matter how stressed
pushing onward, no need to stop and rest
haunted by thoughts, being chased by the past
knowing that nothing here ever long lasts
forever shifting gears without a clutch
as if evolution were in a rush
armed with statistics most find mind-numbing
crashing head-on into what's forthcoming
In 1937 the world population was recorded at 2.5 billion,
and carbon in the atmosphere was 280 per million,
with 66% of wildlife remaining.
In 1954 the world population was recorded at 2.7 billion,
and carbon in the atmosphere was 310 per million,
with 64% of wildlife remaining.
In 1978 the world population was recorded at 4.3 billion,
and carbon in the atmosphere was 335 per million,
with 55% of wildlife remaining.
In 1997 the world population was recorded at 5.9 billion,
and carbon in the atmosphere was 360 per million,
with 46% of wildlife remaining.
In 2020 the world population was recorded at 7.8 billion,
and carbon in the atmosphere was 415 per million,
with 35% of wildlife remaining,..
.. which poses the question,
"What the hell are we doing!?
Are we that blind that we can't see the consequences of this direction?"
People live in their lives in their ways
They create a home where they intend for love to stay.
They create life expecting that life to pay them back.
People smile with accepting eyes but don’t think that these people care about your heart attack!
Don’t think people fight for your worries or your cries.
The one thing constant in all people is the genuineness of their lies.
People claim friendship
But their honour is cheap
When it comes down to taking a bullet
You’ll be the only one left on your street
People claim love but do they ever really feel
People state intention knowing that their promise isn’t real
Statistics say that people kill the people they love.
Perhaps the wall of life is just too steep?
Perhaps the aim of good is so out of touch?
People fool people, night and day.
Perhaps happiness is restrained by the people always getting in the fu#king way.
memory has a side that’s a hellish curse
as it refuses to let go of injustices
dreadful accidents
cruel attacks
wouldn’t it be utterly liberating
to crush and disintegrate
debilitating memories
in order to lead our life free
bad things happen every day
experiences that are hardly unique
sometimes not even the most tragic
in the grander scheme of things
when we stop and think about it
we really just fall into
sets of statistics
but can choose
not to
stagnate
there
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on June 15, 2020 for contest CRUSHED sponsored by ANTHONY BIAANCO
Mathematics can never calculated
This is elusive, but exclusive
An unpredictable love affair
That has started an evolution
In my heart that has been
Battered and bruised
Formers squandered
My warmth....became melancholy
There was a detachment
Until we began sexing
And you made me your vixen
Out of the dusk
My physicality emerged
Because I was on the verge
Of an explosion of pruriency
And all the while, you smile
Because you brought me to
A celestial euphoria
Beyond a span and omission
I keep pinching myself
To make sure you are
Truly realistic
And not just an addition
To idolatrous statistics
Human beings are natural mystics.
And irrational characteristics
often lead us astray,
keeping logic at bay.
Satan tempts us with facts and statistics.
Varied Statistics
Casualties in a war that isn't ours.
What happens under Nebraska skies?
Is that where you are?
The bitter old woman with only death to look forward to.
What goes on
behind
closed doors
prognostics
diagnostics
the fears
the tears
a number
mere statistics
yet
when
it comes to us
a perspective
most unique
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on October 2, 2019
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