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Brent Kincaid Mar 2018
I went on to MySpace
And discovered I was snoring.
I moved on to Facebook
And found some were boring
But I found myself learning
Things I previously didn’t know
So maybe social media is
Not such a bad place to go.
Of course, we made Zuckerberg
A fracking multi-billionaire;
Richer than that clown in DC
With the orange face and hair.
But maybe that is Free Enterprise
The way it should always be;
The people that invent things
Can buy five thousand of me.

So, okay, Entrepreneurs, Inc.
I doff my hat at your energy
And your sense of adventure
And  most lucrative sensibility.
I’m sure if I had thought of it
I’d have done the same thing.
So here is your deserved applause
While you polish your brass ring.
I have no envy or rage for you
Because you have done so well
As long as a sense of privilege
Doesn’t drive us all to hell.
Sadly, that is what we see
Happening to the very rich.
They seem to indulge themselves
And leave the rest of us in a ditch.

So, Facebook has been good to me
And while I decry some of their stuff
A lot of the ******* I hear about it
Is quite obviously air-headed guff.
Yes, there’s a lot of data involved
And that will always be a threat
But, staying up on current news
Of things I have learned not to forget.
I watched the social changes, and
Heard from family and friends
As well as being warned of scams
And noticed styles and trends.
So, I won’t jump on Zuckerberg
And make like he is the very devil
When half of congress and DC
Are completely given over to evil.
Gowthami Jul 2017
So many people, so many cultures,
But sadly, some are made the prey for the vultures.

If you think about it, the world is full of segregation.
Why is diversity seen as a mutation?

The animal kingdom hide and run.
Hunted, shot just for fun.

Elders talk, elders whisper, look down and they frown.
They watch and they stare, expecting a meltdown.

‘’Spoilt brats, no chance of being grateful.’’
Don’t expect us to remain faithful.

Demure or flashy, seems like we can’t win either way.
Society judges and tries to sculpt us like we are clay.

Utopia; acceptance of queers and wherever we look, we see flags of rainbows.
That’s the dream but in reality, hate comments one after the other like dominoes.

All this resentment makes us feel like we’re preparing ourselves to fight the next battle Ravenna,
Why have we made the place we live in feel like it’s Gehenna?
Masked Voice Mar 2017
I'm hating you more,
Before I've atleast fallen for you
Hatred, I just hate this word!
What a Controversy?
How can someone hate a person so much, without even knowing him/her? I'm glad I don't.. I wish I wouldn't in the future too... I don't want to make them feel the way I do.
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
Because of me.* She let me stand, snow falling off my bare legs like a shower of ash. Because of us.
What us is there left to lie about... My legs tensed to run. **Who can lie about what is in plain sight?
kingjones Apr 2016
Had *** with
42 so far.

37 women,
7 lovers
5 classmates
4 mature
3 teens
9 married
3 pregnant
1 nun
2 maoists
3 online friends.

3 men,
1 a step brother
1 middle aged
1 *** worker.

2 eunuchs,
beautiful ones.

1 beast,
a goat, for sure.

the forty-third one
came later.

he/she had
two mouths
for *******.
they remained
starved
perpetually.

in place of
the *****/******,
a part of the brain
pushed its way through.

in place of the nose
was a *****.
a bad case of phimosis.
many times
it gasped for air
short of breath.

in place of the eyes
were two vaginas.
one of them
blinded forever.
the other
filled to brim
with the longing of
an unclaimed body
for identification.

i asked the 43rd person.

“how can i *******?
i am not aroused
by you.”

43 retorted.

“i am the one
******* you,
not the other way around.”

then,
the water sports began.
it lasted three days
and three nights.

all the rains that
rained on the earth
were reclaimed.

the tempest
and the lightning
drove away
whatever was alive
on the earth
or about to be formed
or already formed.
the terrified fetuses
began to devour
the mothers from inside.

when my body
was retrieved,
the head of *****
gobbled up by fish,
i found on it
42 wounds.
CommonStory Mar 2016
I had s nightmare
That I changed the
It helped every generation
Boys and girls
I had a dream
That everything was the same
It didn't really change any perspective anyway
I had a nightmare
That we were standing right screaming Revolution resolution and restitution
I had a dream that I lived in America twin condo and ciroc with a girl named Eric
I had a nightmare
Everyone was happy
We all would fight
For the world and what happened
I had a dream that I was a black activist
Dying for the truth and my truth only is what mattered then
I had a nightmare that I spared the differences of unity and freedom and how equality isn't fair because we are equally different from where we're from
I woke up
Frustrated
Upset
Joyous
Happy
Contant
Realized what I had
Past present future
And now I make decisions
Because I'm only getting older
And its all just controversy
Trying to hurt me
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 3/8/16
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2016
Does every word come
dripping from
your mouth, immortal?

You rare oddity
Spinning me open
As if I were air on fire

How you would gather
yourself up
like you were
something irrelevant
in my presence

Oh shy but fluent bird
Tell me of what lovers bring
Tell me you were Shakespeare
Whispering in my ear
Carrillo Dec 2015
We the people
Created the definition of insanity
Continuously birthing another thesis to "protect" all of humanity
Meaningless validation to destroy and mutilate such a beautiful creation in order to achieve an unreachable reflection
I hate to do this again and again
But this world has became a fantasy of pretend
We the people
Slaughtered the human race
We walk from point A to B
Motivated by revenge, trying to fill in an empty space
We the people
Are not people
We are skin that's been injected by something lethal
A combination of confusion and being "equal"
Why can't we just remain simple
Carsyn Smith Aug 2015
My grandpa always told me
“being a war veteran is scary.”
You sign up for a life of piles of
empty bullet shells and hollow bodies,
both equally as tall as the other.
A flip of a coin decides whether
you’ll kiss the ground one more time,
or be buried beneath it.

Every man and woman who
has ever faced evil is a hero,
regardless if their heart beats or sleeps.

Don’t tell me you’ll set a table
for a man who’ll never come
but not give five dollars to
the man on the corner with a sign reading
“war veteran. Help. PTSD. HELP.”
Don’t you dare look at
a marble block and cry,
but look at a homeless hero
in utter disgust.

Where has humanity gone?
Where are we now
that we shun the survivors
and immortalize the dead?

We don’t need another big shiny rock
to carve the number of good people lost:
We need hospitals, psychiatrists, therapists,
real people to help real heroes...
not cookie cutter doctors
paid by a government too worried
about being the world’s #1
nuclear weapons producer.

If I ran for president, I’d win with the slogan
“**** our future, I have a big gun.”
After thought note: I would never suggest that the people lost in war are worthless or not worthy of your respect. I'm simply upset at the neglect towards homeless war veterans who were in the exact same place as the fallen, but fate declared the bullet missed them. My grandpa is a veteran and I respect him above all others, but he was blessed with financial strength when he returned home whereas some heroes are not.

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