Meetings meetings everywhere
no intellect to be found
congress in a common place
with no common, ground
Conferences, and seminars
classes to be taught
knowledge escaping minds
into fruition, naught
Congregations, and conclaves
talking to the shadows
just so much, exhaust
Gatherings, and confabs
sermons on the mount
words that we've been banking
in a useless, government account
He once held a foe
and painted his nose
but he dies there
a notorious speaker
with his fortuity in croquet
quashed at the brink there it square rather
and this polarity is left behind
where Agamemnon knew his anomic basket
with revenue shortfall miss credited country.
Stinky and Hinky
Both egregious pigs
Set out to rape us all;
They don't care a fig
If all of us starve to death
As long as they get rich.
Stinky and Hinky
Each a venal summabitch!
Stinky hired Hinky
Two minds, one sewer.
Stinky had no talent
But Hinky was newer.
Many people doubted
That either had a chance
But over half the voters
Chose to skip the dance.
So we got two reprobates
With no regard for us.
So, without much fanfare
And no legitimate fuss
The country got overrun
Crooks got left in office.
Now they all are setting out
To, once and for all, off us.
Stinky is a moron
And Hinky is a bigot.
They crap on the Constitution.
And expect us all to dig it.
Stinky uses the USA
As his personal ATM.
Hinky is just evil.
We’ve had enough of him.
PRESIDENT TRUMPS SPEECH TO CONGRESS
IS POWERFUL STRONG AND TRUE
PUTTING AMERICA FIRST WITH
STRENGTH AND CONVICTION RENEWED
HE FINALLY HAS A PRESIDENTS STRENGTH
AND SPEAKING FROM THE HEART
PUTTING THE AMERICAN PEOPLE FIRST
THE NEW AMERICA WILL NOW START
HE DELIVERED A SPEECH GOOD FOR AMERICA
AND FOR THE WORLD NATIONS TO
PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMPS VISION
IS MADE FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU
Soowee, soowee. Top of our lungs
That’s how we used to call the hogs
And every time they would come,
Running just like well trained dogs,
Because they knew it meant food
Even though that food was just slop,
Those pigs have nothing like taste.
But nothing could make them stop.
Lately I have noticed human beings
Who seem to behave the same way.
They gobble the media slop they hear
Every day after mind-numbing day.
They too seem to have no taste
And smell something they really dig;
Nothing any sensible creature eats
But it seems to be ambrosia to a pig.
Squee, squee, squee they snort
And salivate, squeal and chow down
On the unpalatable pap served up
By the greedy media super-clowns.
It’s almost like they would pass up
A meal of honest, unvarnished truth
To gorge themselves to a stupor
On the crap they loved as a youth.
I’m always surprised that these folks,
This metaphoric, too human swine
Don’t go out in public in pajamas
Like worn by young neighbors of mine
With cartoon mice and supermen
Instead of the clothes of an adult.
They go vote like uninformed fools.
And current Congress is the result.
Kung ikaw ay isang senador, ano ang hakbang mo
Paano mo aalamin para malaman ang totoo
At kung alam mo na, isisiwalat mo ba ito
Kung ang madidiin ay isang kaibigan mo
Kung ikaw ay isang mambabatas, ano kaya ang gagawin
Kapag nalaman ang totoo, paano ito sasabihin
Kung ang kaibigan o pamilya ang siya namang madidiin
O patutunayan mong ang batas ay nababaluktot mandin
Kung ikaw ay isang mamahayag, paano ka magsasalita
Doon ka ba sa totoo o kung saan ka may mahihita
Lalo na kung nais mo ring sumikat sa pagbabalita
Basta ba may narinig ka'y isisiwalat mo sa madla
Kung ikaw ay isang pari o kaya'y pastor ng simbahan
Ang puso mo ba ay malapit sa taong naghandog sa 'yong kawan
Utang na loob mo ba ang iyong isasaalang-alang
Dahil ang kawan na hawak mo ay kaniyang natulungan
Paano mo ihahayag kung ikaw ay isang guro
Sa mga kabataang sa harap mo'y nakaupo
Naghihintay ng liwanag, ng dunong na isusubo
Kung ano ba ang nais mo sa kanila'y ituturo
Kung ikaw ang presidente, makakaya mo bang lahat
Ang sugpuin ang problemang sa nuno pa natin nag-ugat
Ibababa mo na lang ba ang ngalan ng Pilipinas
Upang laging mayrong tulong sa ibang bansang ngayo'y sikat
Kung ikaw na karaniwang mamamayan na tulad ko
Nag-iisip, nangangarap ng mabuti sa bayan mo
Ang makita sa 'sang sulyap, paniniwalaan ba ito
O pag-aaralang mabuti kung totoo ang narinig mo
Tayong lahat ay malaya, malaya kang magpahayag
Malaya kang maniwala kung kanino ka mahahabag
Kung kanino magagalit, kung sino ang nililiyag
Ngunit isipin mo sana ang bukas ng ating mga anak.
It's one after another
Big business on parade
Groveling before Congress about all the loot they made
Millions upon millions on the backs of you and me
Hurting all of us, not just metaphorically
Then there is Congress, passing laws for the rich
And the mighty corporations, how I wish
We had in real life, Jimmy Stewart's Mr. Smith
At least Elizabeth Warren is out there kicking ass
And thank God, we've still got a free press
Exposing the dishonesty, e.g. arbitration is very bad
And old Bernie sure raised a ruckus, it's not over yet
Still, I have hope, I love the USA
So full of character and characters
What did that candidate say?
Vote your conscience (and your intellect) come Election Day
We the people will finally get to play
Oh yeah, and for real, God bless each of you today.
..somehow a worldwide trading system on future emissions worked?
What if we changed, "industry," with, "humanity?"
What if a trading-credits system existed for individual income tax against future projected earnings?
Al Gore was wrong...
Imagine being out of work and gaining credits against future tax liabilities?
...by working for a charity
IS THE MONEY REAL? DOES IT EXIST BEFORE YOU MAKE IT?
If you are a CCX member trading on Wall Street then; YES!
Why should all finance be about struggle and not about love or charity?
DO YOU AGREE WITH CONSTANT STRUGGLE?
THE CENTRAL BANK PRINTS MONEY FROM NOTHING...
Americans can do anything;
...because we control the production of, "money."
Creeping administration slithers along,
The fascist past comes back...
The winged-devil fiddling his song,
For the corporations are his attack!
And even though they know it is wrong,
The greedy-ones will never turn back.
Risking all with the angering throng,
Congress tightens the noose with their acts!
That dark orchestra revolution in the night,
A sweet attar-tune their honey.
And no one best stand up to their might,
When they're all lechering for money!
The truth is turning plastic
And politicians spastic
As they dream up fantastic
Ways to be bombastic.
Their rhetoric effectual,
Demand a perpetual
And lucrative processional
To a place they know the score
Where they can amass more
Of money and stores
In disregarding the mores
They were elected for
And continue waging war
Like high-priced political whores.
The truth has no chance
In this genocidal dance
Of unfortunate circumstance
Created to enhance
When, by the seat of his pants
When we happened to glance
Away for a particular moment
And were swamped by the foment
Of eight long years of torment;
Freedoms arteries turned to cement
And any chance of sanity
For American humanity
Got buried in some inanity
About hanging chads and counts
Giving a fool a chance to pounce;
To squeeze the last pure ounce
Of dignity out of the Presidency
By merely taking up residency.