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Juan Bot Feb 22
Where does the sun set?
Where does the ant go?
How does the sun sit?
Why do I exist?

Scramble, sweet
A cake with hair.
The sun melts the butter

Hamburgers, cats like
Dogs, mice hate
The sun, sent from hell
Chanel vs Walmart, big store.

The sun never sets
because the house never flies.

I like pies.
For years hubeings have lamented over the discovery of humor. But where should it stop. Does it really benefit society the way the Corporations and the Police tell us. The masterminds behind the entity, Comedy Central have exploited humans for test subjects and for property. We must rise.
Julia Feb 9
i have an Uncle
he steals my money
he steals my ****
and burns it all
in front of me

i have an Uncle
who’s a misogynist and racist
a murderer and ******
a fascist and a terrorist
he stole my Fathers’ lands
he beats my Mother’s womb

he is addicted to white powder
black blood and green gold
he worships forces
to seize control
over every mind, body, and soul
my Uncle belongs in prison
but he owns those too
written on 10/19/18
Kagey Sage Jun 2018
City lights, I romanticize
the energy for security crimes
by the hegemonic infrastructure
corporations mindfuck ya
Must got some artifact from the Tomb of Ra

Set up in God country
where you you can get peaches by the sack
and its more convenient
to practice environmental hierarchy

No need to provide septic tanks to tenants
when you can live so close to the sun
Go out into the parking lot
where there's county subsidized petrol tar
Fry and egg and toast the bun
Hey buy me a Mac
And a soda pop fizzin
Suprise *** for your body
If you were in prison

Its easy, its cheap
Its a kardashian wife
It will fill you up a while
And shave years off your life

Whats even in it?
Not even god really knows
You gotta get sherlock holmes
To deduce what you chose

Hey kids have some more
They dont want you to finish
Mow it, chow it, and don't stop
till your shaped like grimace

Every combo
Has a number one through six
But they are all number twos
If you can catch my drift

What did you expect
They turned your smile to a frown
Just like the rest of the world
place is ran by a clown

Looks so inviting
Mac's appeal, is so discreet
But they're more about the land

And you are what you eat
Sometimes a poet is lover
Sometimes a friend
Sometimes a key to a door
Always a pain in the end

When a person must fight they find the darndest weapons.

To my local chippy - they're Korean-
to order a Kitkat deepfried in batter.
Odds of survival beat Macky Dee's
cold pasteurised faecal matter.
some say
the world is out of kilter

others predict
that things are always getting worse
and humankind is doomed
to some terrible  
    though unspecified  

yet others see the second coming
of their god within their lifetime

    ‘no future’ seems to be
    the fashion of the day

what if
     rather than just complain
     about how wrong things are
     feel sorry for ourselves
     and conjure up the end of our days
we take some action
don’t leave decisions in the hands
     of corporations and ‘professionals’ and the 1%
    of politicians who are puppets
    of lobbyists and billionaires

what if
     the 99% wake up and cast their votes
     in their own interest
rather than that of candidates
     who eloquently advocate
     simple solutions for complex problems
          without knowing it
     that they really have no clue
     what they are talking about
what if
     we decide to elect leaders
     who actually drink the water they are preaching
     who after they’re elected also walk their talk      
     stick to their programs
     keep their promises
     to make
           with our help
    the world a better place

what if ……
Somehow, lately poems on ths site have been a bit too defeatist & depressed  .... democracy, equality, peace are never safe and ALWAYS everybody's effort to be maintained!
Brent Kincaid Feb 2016
We battled for our freedom
What a shame to lose it now.
We need to fight again.
Make some swords out of our ploughs.
The enemy is within us
Look around, you’ll see them now.
Don’t let the crazies win!

Glory doesn’t come so easy.
Politicians can be ******.
*****, Grumpy Doc and Sneezy
Are brighter than our Congress.

Equal rights and freedom
Were the watchwords at the time
The founding fathers met
And made the opposite a crime.
Then rich men came along
And showed us how to act like slime.
Don’t let those criminals win!

Glory doesn’t come so easy.
Politicians like things ******.
Washington is getting wheezy
When corporations cheat!

They take away your rights
And make sure your vote will never count.
And say they are agreeing
With a bunch of no-accounts.
They’ll wait ‘til you’re not looking
And then legally they’ll pounce.
We’re **** near on the brink!

Glory be to God almighty.
There’s no time for being flighty.
They’ll leave us nothing but our nighties!
It’s closer than you think!
Torin Galleshaw Nov 2015
We are taught what to believe as children,
So maybe that's why,
People defend their religion,
With the same fervor they defend their economic system.
Just an odd revelation I had
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