The day they proclaimed addiction to be a disease
is the day drug abuse spread like a weed
The powers that be profit from prolonged disease
not so much from personal responsibility
they legalized dope to keep people pacified and numb
then lay tax on the working man-play us for chumps
They've turned this country from a cool place to be
into a red-hot mess, the needled and syringed lining the streets.
Nancy was right when she said just say no
now they have grass and gas stations
in deep blue tongued Colorado.
Some want to categorize obesity as a disease.
the cure for this one is simply quite easy
shut your pie hole and start moving your feet.
There's way too much profit in treating "disease"
That's why cures occur so very rarely.
Once a person is cured the money pig thins
it dies in the stye with the profit margin men.
malcontents crapping on democracy
then complaining about how it stinks
the anarchist and antichrist
keepers of the stagnate stye
It is the eve before the prince of peace
Here lies Anita Dye,
A lovely social butterfly,
Who caught pink eye
And died after a bout
With a miserable stye
written March 30, 2022
James Stark,
Card Shark.
Loved Jan,
And Fran.
Couldn’t Choose,
Nor Loose.
He’d Sigh
Then Lie
Now Gals,
Are Pals.
He Has,
No Class.
Huge Stye,
Black Eye.
Said Bye,
Bad Guy.
Alexis Y.
08/01/2020
Release the hasp
Pull back the mask
The key has turned
Your face to learn
Remove the lid
Reach down amid
What’s hidden deep
—as secrets sleep
Confront the lie
The souls new stye
Wash clean the pain
With loves refrain
Commit your faith
In God remake
The time is now
—all time is now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
From ‘The Book Of Prayers’
We need to leave it be,
in the rich black soil of the heavens
to forever change her color scheme
that big beautiful polished gem.
It's never tasted poverty or war
had a tank rake a scar into its face
no walls, roving gangs or abortion
no endless coil of hissing hate.
If it could speak it would say:
everything you've touched is destroyed
you've never been a peaceful race
you're covered in plastic, the scat of nuclear war...
Leave me to my sea of tranquility
my soul food is endless solitude.
God made me plain so no man would ravish me
but mankind sure tried but all in vain
please stay where you are
chained to your island of self pleasure and pain.
Stay on your own side of the horizon, I'll stay on mine
I'm a thoughtful loner, you're self centered socialite
clean up your earth, air, water ...(our) sky
stop turning heavenly perfection into your stye
respect me-I'm your brother
be a rose in the eyes of the creator's dream
not a snake impaled on the hiss of its greed.
Trump Was A Stye In My Eye
Trump was a really weird type of guy;
He has become a big stye in my eye;
Sarah Huckabee,
You have to see;
They should disappear high in the sky.
Jim Horn
Release the hasp
Pull back the mask
The key has turned
Your face to learn
Unlatch the lid
Reach down amid
What’s hidden deep
—your secret sleeps
Confront the lie
The souls new stye
Wash clean the pain
With loves refrain
Commit your faith
In God remake
The time is now
—all time is now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
In the blink of an eye,
and the kink of a stye,
or the filibustering sigh
of a speaker,
the clock rolls its hands
to the sounds of big bands,
as the hand of time grows weaker
Levity/ brevity merge into one, storm’s
darkening clouds; sun’s briefly shone;
We really must hurry, just don’t have
the time, for kissing and cooing, or a sweet
sixty nine.
Pull back the sheets quickly,
clothes we’ll keep on;
the missionary position, can be quite fun.
But do keep it short, best not drag it out;
the quicker we cum, the sooner we’re out!
100 wds Written for Brevity contest 7/7/15
Beseech the wooden hip and eye
To paddle off and caper.
Beseech the Maxfold cat and stye
Forlorn with hairy Gator.
Bring not thy chesticle to bear,
Thy open arms to boot.
Beseeching here and everywhere
To hear old Amos flute.
'You can but not cumcumber me!'
He gummed in chitter-chatter,
And passing water from his knee
Knew something was the matter.
Alas! Alak! A Ladybird-
A lullaby in butter.
Beseech in me the rare absurd,
Not sane, not yet a nutter.
Utopia coming.
People of the pauper poor,
Will bow to the rich no never more,
5 billion of us all do state,
Wealth for all, ,
make no mistake,
The great leveling of the human race,
Utopia now the score,
The numbers want this fate.
People power will ensure,
Non-violence educates,
Shearing of the greedy boor,
Put piggy in his place,
In a stye where it belongs,
Cos greed is out, no trace,
A balanced human race,
Utopia foresaw....
Don Johnson
Or why should the multidude billions not want equality with the superich, corporations etc.
come quickly
come quickly
you silly old dog
when they thought of the name,
they'd probably had thought of a creature like you-well then right on the dot
for a pig with a stick in his eye and a stye for a leg could have begged his way faster to freedom
and found more to eat in a day then you eat in a week-but you stay?
And i wonder and ponder by ponds full of water collecting my thoughts in a vase now discolored
what marvelous mischief might happen if beast were no sanction and all things with thoughts were judged solely on actions
morality then would weigh heavy with sanction and perhaps no man dines at the right of the lord
only a creature, deemed fit to absorb his observance
for now, it is begining to get very hot in this furnace
Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.
Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A woolly mind is brought to bear
In cutting through the lies
The daft sheep form you see by day
Is just another ruse
Whilst eating through a flower display
He's searching after clues
A murder in the midden
Or a stabbing by the stye
A trespasser unbidden
Or crop circles in the rye
All puzzles for the intellect
But have no fear of doubt
The woolly noggin shall detect
The sheep will work it out
He may be here, he may be there
He may be with the flock
No tell tale trace betrays just where
The sheep who's named Sherlock
But when dire duty comes to call
You'll find him there in place
A comfort to be felt by all:
The sheep is on the case
fire of eye doth burn the soul,
hot kisses, damning hot to hold,
melting of the burnished gold,
see it in the mind of eye,
a sissling of the eye pig stye,
a mercy killing bye n by,
all done by dentist drill,
a little touch of over-kill,
did Santa Claus come by?
inspired by Russell Sivey 'Your eyes'
Don
i like your stye
know it took
to get that look
awhile
it am going file
have it in
stock
love your
HAIR LOCKS
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