Taxed Poems

THEY ARE NOT YAHOO BOYS

They can be so much more
if only you let them in
if you show them a world
beyond screens and borrowed dreams.

They are not yahoo boys.
They are survivors of a broken system
running from the weight of waiting
where opportunity hides behind closed doors.

Imagine who they could become
if the field was level
if rules were sacred
and hope wasn’t taxed by corruption.

Nigeria’s potential beats in their hearts
they are the fuel
the spark
the steady hands that could rebuild the nation.

War Machine

War Machine
 Get ready to bring down the house.
 The politicians took down the barriers.
 Weare running out of time.
 Missiles are flying.
 Wehave lost our independence.
 Put up your fist.
 The people have decided.
 Stand up and fight.
 Take down walls of reason.
 Stand up and keep on believing.
 The government is corrupt.
 Weare taxed to death, don’t give up.
 Be vigilant.
 Don’t be silent.
 Put the suits and ties in jail.
 Without bail.
 This country belongs to us.
 The phony politicians are below us.
 Weare one as a unit.
 Stand strong and push through it.
 Too many lies.
 Raid our enemies and say goodbye.

Victors

History is written by the victors
Old history of the vanquished dies
More citizens become the victims
Jailed for the spoken past time lies
New rhetors set the TV truth 
New garden owners smell new roses
And like it happened in my youth
The Europe gains the new exodists
The gates are closing, but I’m home
I’m sitting here writing stories
The leaders come and leaders go
I cannot change their plot of worries
Some monuments will be demolished
Some will be proudly erected
Some writers books will be abolished
Some other writers recommended
Some businesses they’ll double tax
Some won’t be taxed at all, guess why
The victors call me to their acts
I've no desire to reply.

I've been searching'

I've scoured t
he earth..And all heavanly realms..Searching
For someone??? Who will really be well? Righteous and
Upstanding its been an interesting stint.' I did find some
Willing..I'd say the best of the candidates.' But these were
All skint.' For their mentality you see is mostly to share!! And to get to earthly power.' Well lets not even go there.!
I never left very far as i worked all through the ones ' every
One of them btw; were Gods daughters and sons! I just re read
The Bible revelations by Jhon..Surname??? Well it was not shown'
Yet not Trump or Putin.?? He was still unworthy all the same.' Its known,
So the moral of this poem is the poor will aways be.' Taxed to annihilation while wars are waged gaining prosperity' so
The ones who would be able to give and do are prevented.!
By the system humans adhere to.' Hey does this all seem
Invented? So in summation I say to all others 'fear the Lord
Keep His commands' for there are no true others.'

When Trump Talks, My Trades Walk

I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet,
Charts were clean, no sign of heat.
NY session, chill as can be,
Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me:

“Trump is back, and he's not done—
More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!”

He taxed China, slapped their goods,
Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.”
Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee,
Even Mexico got no trading glee.

The EU cried, “C’mon, that’s rough!”
But Trump said, “We’re playing tough!”
Aluminum, cars, tech and trade—
One tweet from him, and pips get slayed.

My EUR/USD took a nosedive trip,
I watched my SL… then lost my grip.
I yelled, “NOT AGAIN! Not this chart!”
Trump’s tweet just ripped my setup apart.

But I’m a trader—I wipe my tears,
Been dancing with markets for 5 long years.
I suited up, with sniper glare,
Revenge is pips—I scalped with flair.

So when Trump tweets and markets spin,
I don’t panic—I dive right in.
A little chaos? That’s my jam,
I’ll milk that news—thank you, fam!

Lesson learned: in this trading game,
Even Trump can bring you fame.
If you play it smart, catch that spike—
You’ll turn his tweets into profit-like.

When Leaders Fail Transparency

I wonder where
Taxed money goes
No project gain.

Raise budget year
No hope where sent
People's face fret.

Paint dismal day
Hard to abroad
But force to be.

Where leaders went
Sheet Bi-cam failed
Blank signs was filled.

Prove It America!

To be the greatest nation on Earth 

One must have a dream people can follow 
The land must be free like the freedom the previous inhabitants intended 
Not taxed, refinanced and incarcerated 
One must have a Lady Liberty 
The same one who welcomed my ancestors here
With open arms and Thanksgiving 
One must hold other nations accountable 
So their citizens won’t want to flock here 
     So that the pursuit of happiness is everywhere

A manifest destiny to overthrow tyrants, dictators, and despots! 

A manifest destiny to free the people of the world 
                                       and start adding stars to the flag! 
A manifest destiny to feed the poor,
                                      house the homeless,
                                              and be the hero when disaster strikes! 
        
                                                           Watch out World!  
                                                A Jesus power motivated country! 
                                                          "In GOD We Trust"

INFLUENCE's ICE PICK

Oh, my, look at all the flavors
What are you getting
I'm not hungry
Come on, I'm paying

Here's your share
I've divided the pie equally
Ah, ah, ah, but dinner first
No sweets before meal

Your system is wrong
You need too much help
Greens and no treats
Will fix your flow

Bloated, taxed, no way
Out of this living hell
Who knew, body has voice
Mine has been struck dumb

Availability is on the throne

Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-04-2024

Born In Original Sin ie: BIOs

Statuesque breaths of blossoming beauty bearing thorns.
Flowing fullness of fragrant flowery affairs sheathing weeds.
Without human intervention, such is the truth of nature, such are the facts of life.
According to the scriptures, angels are not earthbound lest they are tasked by Heaven's will.
I, like my family, had fine points and faults, I did good and I did bad, and I did my best to right my wrongs and correct my mistakes like my family did when they were earthbound.
I have painted the truth and not tainted it with flowery falsifications.
My family and I were never angels on earth because we were never tasked for Heaven's sake.
I am earthbound and therefore taxed by my will which is my thorns and weeds, albeit, I am constant in prayer, to flower and bloom in hope and faith.
So my family were never angels then, but now--
no longer earthbound--my entire family are all angels,
... except me.
I am still earthbound, amidst my thorns and weeds, and my flowers and blossoms.
By Heaven's will, I am still grounded (bears somewhat to my parents once termed)
I will continue to shine in the Light of Truth,
Signed the blessed sinner, Amen.

Hanging On

I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Lost the fire in my belly but I still log on.
Working hard every day, dreaming to be free,
But can’t afford it in this economy.

Slaving in a sweat shop singing the blues,
Ain’t got time for a Caribbean cruise.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on,
Wondering where all my freedom has gone.

The price of eggs has me crying foul,
But Uncle Sam turns a deaf ear when I yowl. 
Where O where have my tax dollars gone?
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.

Seems so strange to spend on climate change,
When me and my friends got no pocket change.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on. 
Will freedom be taxed until it's all gone?

Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a gang burnt up my neighborhood.
Fentanyl is killing and our borders long gone.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.

Got a raise last week and was feeling good,
Until a peaceful gang burned my neighborhood.
I wanna retire but I’m barely hanging on.
Barely…, barely…, barely,
                                            …Hanging…
                                                                 on

Treason is being issued'

Theres a volume out now on everyday life, by an ex border
Patroller and its 'all about the strife' of whats happening in Chicago? where
Al was chased and taxed, theres invasion it says' and
The limits are all out-maxed..!It talks of replacement of
A city's black souls, yet three billion dollars earmarked for venezualens 'in the hold?' of the mayor and his servants.
Waiting to be spent, on the next stage of their journey up
From a city of tents, it makes grim reading i'd say from
What I've heard..Seems like the everyday Americans are
Being driven out like a herd..Now I think i've come across that
Term before.? Like in a plan oft derided.' Gets me wondering even more.
On what has really been decided.??

Safety Reasons

Jokes banned, thoughts criminalized 
Politicians try to sell
Safety reasons, no surprise
Their lies aren’t selling well 
Safety reasons grow like weeds
In rose gardens of the mind 
Coming out from the seeds
Sown by winds of time
Artificial brains destroy 
Our fields and woods
Our private lives employed 
For collective goods
Safety reasons, can I borrow
A tad of past to live today 
Tell your tales of bright tomorrow
With the past I’ll stay
Stupid laws I’m forced to take
For my safety reasons
Politicians, watch me make
More of happy treasons
You are all the same to me
As I am for all of you
Taxed and vaxed, I pay my fee
For some sacred truth
Safety reasons, more of those
Old excuses take my time
Politicians set their flaws 
But I have enough of mine.

Washing The Feet

Stewards washed the feet of their masters to make them relaxed.
Master, dignity-filled, bestow blessings on these small ones.
Did Jesus, as a master, make his disciples feel taxed?
His love for them made them feel like they were truly his sons.

Who is great? Who is small? This concept went with the world's ways.
Should such feelings overtake the minds of intimate friends?
He taught them, like a child, to blaze with a glaze of pure rays.
Did they, as grown-ups, easily give up their earthly trends?

Truths go off-head when ego fills the physique and psyche.
He who humbled himself wished to teach them humility.
This deed indeed is a deed of ending a power hike.
Is there any virtue yet greater than integrity?

Each one carried out this teaching of their master ever
Each yearned for more degrading death for him than the other.

We Are What We Wear

"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone

New Jersey feminists burnt bras to send swimsuit pageants up in smoke,
Iranian women drove along mountaintops, daring the wind to loosen their hair.
Colleagues in Canada removed high heels but still towered over counterparts,
tennis players trimmed dresses so they could run, fought to change white to red.

Felicity cut her hair, #nomakeup became self-care,
a mourning Queen wore black, AOC ‘taxed the rich’ on her back.
Geishas sang and danced, more than mere servants to men;
through Coventry rode Lady Godiva naked, bravery rarely seen before then.

Women have always worn their battles, embroidered their history into lace.
So, when to save lives, we all covered our supposed selling point - our face -
surely, we can do better than want only a bikini for over half the human race.

The Noon Hour

Hot, humid, burning sun rays
 it's the noon hour smack in the light of mid-day,

the random moments of a Monday deluge of renewal
 back to work to the tied-down, set-in-place routines do all
 pushing back the weekend play and scenes that flee;

the grit and grime of hard physical work release
 managed, stressed, perspiration indiscrete,

the sedimentary desk chair resting weary feet
 sequestered uncomfortable and lean
 locked in closure at the old computer screens;

the phone tags to update this or that
 the pay scales uneasily raised then taxed
 paperwork printing to and from the fax;

just another day to start the beginning of the week
 mundane, ordinary, fatiguing, ever on repeat
 with the morning hours slipping past as we speak,

the noon hour 
 marking half the day, 
 complete.

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