The thuggery & skulduggery we must disable
The fable that we are all from another stable
Reliant on corporate giant bland brand label
We should be able to sit at the same table
Could grow our food in our neighbourhood
No creeds just deeds sow seeds that feeds
Heeds our needs not greeds edible weeds
Chairs of reeds in a row stood around wood
Two hands & one mouth the triangle of life
Spans across lands fans of no fork or knife
North to south eat together beat the strife
Allayed & swayed by Proustian rushes rife
Severe all ties with pain lies of Cain and Abel
Come together guys round table whenever
Wherever forever there is nowt comparable
Parable of arable reigns never been a fable
Tho' not with a dagger in the library
nor candlestick in the conservatory
someone done the dirty deed
and yet of bodies none were found
perhaps the evidence had been concealed
interred deep down underground
so no one's doing time
it was eventually revealed
for the heinous crime
of thuggery and skullduggery
terrible as it may be
where the skeletons are buried
only the gravedigger knows
and after all allegedly it was purportedly
merely a murder of crows
Monstrously Machievellian
Demonic pedagogic
Ominously Orwellian
Demagogic logic
Fools’ Musk-ovite mules
Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist
Dickensian dystopia rules
Google last post bugle
Fossil fuels myopia drools
Bellicose Bezos blows
Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey
Unions demonstrate
Amazon defenestrate
Hades Gates hierarchy
In the dock
Murdoch foxy skulduggery
Poxy TikTok runs amok
Crass puns..shock thuggery
This lot don't give a jot
.
Bitter sh**ter Twitter
Greedier needier seedier
The death of mass media
X marks the spot!
To make money do what you may
And let no rules come in your way,
Capitalism blares
As laissez-faire declares
Wild ways to thievery,
Packaged nigh cleverly
For robber barons of today,
Who should look in mirror
To reflect on error
And ponder, made they are of clay.
____________________
Happenings |19.11.2024|money, business, mirror
Poet’s note: US, who has charged an Adani company of financial misdeeds, needs to look into its own history of capitalism. The first two lines of this ditty talk of what laissez-faire was and still largely is. A list compiled in 1934 named 26 robber barons (a German term for knights who charged illegal tolls from travellers along with other forms of thuggery). The list includes Andrew Carnegie, JP Morgan, and John D Rockefeller-- who later turned philanthropists and promoters of art to earn rubber stamp of public approval. The country reminds us of a cat on a pilgrimage:
Upon killing hundreds of mice,
A cat is out to wash her vice,
On holy pilgrimage
To pop up her image,
Poor mice paying her laundry price.
'Reparations From You and Me's'
proud sponsors are ~
'Looting and Thuggery'
Everyone's talking about crime these days
So few police, it seems thuggery pays
No hotter topics than murder or theft
No matter your politics be right or left
Though in Chicago one issue's strictly off-limits for talking heads
Mayoral race apathy - 32.6% turnout - means democracy's dead
Funny how
Eco-warrior's , marchers and so
called peaceful protestors
Love nothing more than when
one of their marches descends
Into fighting mindless thuggery and
random violence
So they can then be viewed being
dragged away battered black and blue
Crying foul whilst shouting slogans
out loud with such emotive slurs
As Fascist , Sexiest , Racist and Nazi
By any means necessary at all so long
as it tugs at one's heartstrings
Because if they so believe the cause to
be just then they can justify the means
to the ends
And if they have to bend or don't play
by the official rule's of engagement
then so be it
To me that time and energy would
be far better spent both educating and
imparting knowledge
Via rational engagement , conscience
and considerate debate
That creating conflict and just another
thing to fight about
Nigerians’ most feared President
And possible Hell-fire President
But rather My Bad Friend
I had to mourn his ***** end
For the Cameroonian Presence in Bakassi
He beautifully dismissed as a heresy:
A subject of panicking intricacy
On his dining table chewable delicacy…
Save that his sit- tight anxiety
Was the damnedest Impropriety?
The Masses’ wish for democracy breath- choking
The masses ready for it, flatly joking!
Prepared was he for thuggery all day
The worst of Buggery all the way
Himself proving Ogonis’ determined tormentor
With jammed ears for the emasculating mentor:
Morning and Night caressing a reverie
A lot like a harlot’s a final Nunnery…
The late Immovable Abacha
Was to prove a mi ting Archer.
Threatening priceless life,
Murdering rival's wife.
The meanest of strife,
For election victory staining the knife.
In the white man's world, somewhat unthinkable
And if it's their energy ship, assuredly sinkable.
A pillaging of property
And pushing of political opponent to poverty,
The electorate rubbishing his vote:
With criminals dumped in the same boat
Via rainy flows
Of body - damaging blows
Always offering indecent job
To the muscularly strong
From the unemployed throng
Leaving democracies to sob.
Politics
It's not really real
It's not even fantasy
More of a circus
Full of conjurers tricks
Slip of the hand
Slight of the wrist
Clowns in expensive suits
Ring master, right wing master
Corporate fool
Is a capitalist tool
Politricks
It's not really real
And it aint even fantasy
False reality in a failed society
Failed by design society
What society?
More like anxiety and notoriety
Wakey wakey to modern slavery
1% slave master, 99% the other
Jester and buffoon
Free world leaders
Politics
It's not really real
It's just an illusion
Magic money tree
Collusion and confusion
Act of treacherous delusion
Fake normality, no civility
Faux actuality
Hypocrisy in democracy
Leader of autocracy
Deceptive Twatt
Politricks
It's not really real
We're all being played
In a game of psychology
Cognitive thuggery
Betray and dupe
Muggins and chump
Baffle and beguile
By all that's vile
Welcome to modern slavery
1% slave master, 99% the other
Politics
I wasn’t always this cold-hearted,
Judged by all who hate me,
Guess I’m always disregarded,
By those who do not wish to see,
The truth behind the thuggery.
As I walk among the shadows of my weary soul,
While avoiding the harsh cries,
Of the deception and lies,
My fear and hatred takes its tole.
While my fear and hatred takes its tole,
As I walk the road to hell,
Upon my weary soul,
Held together by an ancient spell.
I may not be caring or kind,
But I am smart and cunning,
At least I don’t decline,
Even when I’m not running.
I may not be Prince Charming,
At least I don’t bet,
Least I’m not disarming
When fate has been set.
Today I was born
My days were gone
I want to live a fresh life
In case of the day I will be gone
And to refresh my past leave
And to less be a lion
I am a goon
I have received gong
But those days were gone
I am now young
In my days of young
I aimed to be the most strong
So that whenever I am going
People on the pavement would be trembling
However, I am a graduate
With force I finished my SHS grade, but
Now, each day stream drip
My eyes are faint and deep
Those days of not aged
I imitate my fellow friends
Which make us
A congenial friends
8/8/15
This write based on a man who use his youth a thuggery, but latter in future he realized his mistake.
Today I was born: human will be born twice before they die; I mean when One is of aged or grown old
Pavement: road side
Please I need criticism on this!
Their population on the swell,
The local yokels just couldn't tell,
Why their isolated town called Bugaree,
Red dust and drought for all to see,
Was inundated by a city slicker hell.
You see,it was a radio man from 2CE
Using language bordering on thuggery,
Delivered such a terrible harangue,
Abusing listeners when they rang,
Had told everyone to go to buggery.
High raised community of elongated propriety
In the infirmity of structure moved in the liability
Man's weakness is his bright visions to a lost sight
Unclear to remove layman rules unfolded
By blind ambition in quivering mission
Of thuggery not gained in format by living
But believing in confused formulator of plan B
Of lateral shift in dimensions in the mind
If you mind hiding behind the revised lies
That lies in the epicenter of grey truths
And broken youths to immoral elders
In which illusions enter as history
Turned into fact then held in the highest regard
But there are no foundations in this yard
While the watched herd is heard rebuking the truth.
I
Gave up
Asking for
Water when
I can make honey
And everything of money.
I stopped waiting on Top Men
When I can bend and make more.
I went into mine and let the Top Men
Theirs and start working for all I can give.
Here is where we start asking the Top Men
For the schools, hospitals, roads and all
They swore to give us when entrust
With our hearty sweat and blood.
Now's the time we rise 'gainst
Corruption and thuggery,
Poli-tricking that is
Bringing the
Masses
Tears.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.