Freedom is the slavery that
governments will let you see,
voted in
democratically by blind men
who were always free, there
is no hope for you or me and
history is written in
our chains

crime corporation
Gary L
Gary L
Jan 26

get away, don't even look at me
if you had your way, you'd throw the book at me
trained paranoia
all you see is the crooked me

we are all suspects

let me be, don't even follow me
i'm not free, you want to collar me
crime corporation
all you see is the dollar me

we are all paychecks

Cast iron lampposts, corporation green
howard brace
howard brace
Apr 12, 2011

Rows of stone houses, all back-to-back
lined by the side of streets cobble set
housewives with shopping, segs in their heels
clopping down ginnels with ringing footsteps.

Cast iron lampposts, corporation green
daily were reset by clockwork it seemed
casting more shadow than light which to see
brimstone edged steps, scrubbed 'elbow' clean.

Sweeps on their rounds, in Summer would rush
cleaning the flues with rods and brush
kids in the street, staring in wonder
at soot snowing flurries, from porcupine pots.

Nutty slack in the grate, drawn by the pan
coal smoking stacks, pouring out grime
creels of damp washing, stealing the flame
when years end smog, jaundiced the sky.

A trip to the 'flicks', Saturday morning
'thrupence' for best seats, 'top-a-the-stalls'
rounds of cheers as good-un's were chasing
the bad-un's were boo'd, soon to be caught.

In 'wellies an scruff,' we went to the 'flea-pit'
with 'ha-peth o' cheap spice', soothing the throat
food for thought, all week long
and played them all, the films we saw.

Cowboys and Indians, cap guns held high
annoying the neighbours, 'bye it were grand'
riding the range on imaginary horses
best we ride on, with slap of the hand.

'Play in yer own street', my recallection
and 'geer off mi steps, they've jus-bin-swilled'
yet still we 'mucked out' with die-cast toys
against the 'midden', and on the walls.

No more adventure, making own fun
young-un's today don't know how it's done
cartoon and serial, games of war
we'd launch to the moon, upon the see-saw.

...   ...   ...

Micheal Wolf
Micheal Wolf
May 5, 2014

Inch worm, inch worm can't measure marigolds
Because a firm owns them and the tape measure.
They own the soil, the land and water, we have no stake anymore.
0ne firm own the water, how is that so?
Is soylent green closer than we know

Mind over matter
Your mind focused
on the latter
as you tried to climb to the top
with no perception for disaster

They call it high risk options;
sheer prayers for returns.
But all the bits of your brain
didn't care about who burned

Can't slap cuffs on an entity
So I guess it's lesson learned
in their equity
though one finds that the fines
can still burn

Every willing ear
mixed with the
right tone of trust

Acknowledgement in gold
soon traded away to dust

If the brain believes
its body should live forever,
then where's the fear
of a burn when confronted with an ember

so they never think a spark
can elevate higher
ignorance is fuel,
greed sets this structure fire

Man the troops!
The sky is falling!
The city's set ablaze
and the sirens are calling!

We're supposed to save the people,
but the people pay first
save the buildings with
these bails of water
even if the people thirst

New body, same mind.
It's done so many times
one comes to think its rehearsed
The ticket price is high,
the play leaves the people
feeling cursed.

Jacob Giggey
Jacob Giggey
4 days ago

The world is filled with swine in suits and ties,
hogging down and shitting out lies,
stopping here and there,
to trim their tusks and tame each others hair,
for appearance certainly is a must,
when you're a creature none should trust.
Sludge and slop goes to the top,
to feed the greedy boars.
The filthy whores spread their legs from shore to shore
always wanting and demanding more and more.
From behind a locked door,
somewhere on an eighteenth floor,
you can hear their squealing cries,
smell their wretched sties,
and feel the hate that pours,
from their blackened beady eyes.
Use caution where you tread,
and think before you fill your head.
Be careful with which words you believe,
for not everyone is who they seem to be.

the corporation is coming -
Prabhu Iyer
Prabhu Iyer
Dec 13, 2013      Dec 14, 2013

Airwaves awash in the new gospel barrage:
calling forth the neighbourhood hack,
Abe Lincoln toon in towering hat,  
the corporation is coming -
will you not
collaborate my friend?

Everything good that you ever dreamed of is here:
Marbonite floored flats with self-terraced roofs;
The swankiest of cars, in imported hues;
Your arm candy drools,
now, brands, bigger brands!

All in your grasp, now, in community gates
shut safe as society decays.

Skies spitting frogs? Pestilences amass?
Listen to the Gospel according to Bane:
in the desert, smell octane. Hallelujah,
everything we make, from watches
to headscarves - your underwear is cheaper
sourced from the next so-lala-land.

Forget your sources tiny of incomes varying:
Bakers, cobblers, tinkerers, we also have
a uniform for you. Oh you rustic
tradition-bound bandy bumpkins!
Abandon your alleyways, and
welcome to the ghettos...where

What you eat, to where to retreat:
we cure everything from heartache to panache.

Wash away your sins in wonder medicines;
Waters can part, yes, see how the Pharoah
is disarmed; Big city dreams, dream
global manna beams. All that is needed for
salvation, is a little bit of classification. Are you
left-wing or right? Center-left or center-right?

The powerdrill tearing down edifices
resonating through noon. A crane arm's shadow
hovering high by the moon. Tablets from skies
now proclaim the new gospel for the land,
the airwaves are awash
of the miracle of Witwatersrand.

The corporation is coming, to a store near you:
Amen! Will you not, then, collaborate, my friend?

Frank Ruland
Frank Ruland
Dec 9, 2014

Making you employees
Choke on minimum wage
Does nothing! You buy
Out voices with your lobbies!
No heart or soul as you turn the page
Against those who do their best to try
Living a life free of others' follies!
Daring to donate dollars and say you change
So much about life, while hopes die!

While you live the good life,
All those below you
Need to feed their kids,
Though, through your corporate strife,
Such desperate notions are slew!

People underneath your Golden Arches
Obviously aren't making near the
Very least to pay for life's charges!
Every chance you get, you stifle
Rallying cries, with checks larger
Than your employees will ever
Yield, so their lives all go ashes!

McDonalds spends millions of dollars a year silencing the voices of the working man. They protest wildly against raising minimum wages and do not care about their employees. McDonald's in Europe pay their employees $10-15 dollars an hour, but in the US they want to abolish minimum wages. If McDonalds raised the cost of a burger by just ten cents, they could afford to pay their employees more, but refuse. They sent an internal memos to their employees, telling them how to get by on $28 dollars a month for food, and advised employees to stop complaining. They do not care! Open your eyes to big business, people!
rebecca askew
rebecca askew
Jan 8, 2014      Jan 8, 2014

We build altars of gold, to fool the fool
And slaughter our demons, with rubber swords
We stifle, silent screams, with choked off words
And wrap ourselves in jaded ridicule

We judge the world, through fickle, clouded prisms
Yet view ourselves through rose colored glasses
As spectacular lies fool the masses
With manufactured truths and dogmatisms

Secret deals and whispered conversation
Create tactless, corporate dilusions
And celebrate synthetic illusions
No matter the cost, self preservation

Sell humanity, for personal gain
Prideful hubris always loses the game

Italian Sonnet Structure...  So tired of battling Captain Corporation.... Sorry.
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