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Brent Kincaid Mar 2018
The Non-Subliminal Criminal
High Priest of Hypocrisy
The Diplomat of Draft Dodgery
The Great Example of Paying Test-Takers

The Loudmouth of Wealthy Fakery
The Main Proof of Miseducation
The Nanocrat of Non-Payment
Potentate of *******

Sultan of **** Patronage
The Grand Poobah of Poopoo
The Big Wheel of Blather
The Salesman of Bull-puckey

High Lama of Skullduggery
The Master Purveyor of Inaccuracies
The Pride of Misrepresentation
The Scion of Misdirection and Nepotism.

The Black Knight of Spite.
The Grand Lizard of Hate and Bigotry
The Fomenter of Torment.
The Master of Catastrophe

The Master of the Quick Disaster
The Worshipper of War by Proxy
The Lover of Lies and Liars
The Promiser of Pusillanimity

The Handmaiden of Bribery
The Worshipper of Massive Greed
The Purchaser of Fake News
The Dandy With Unseen Clothes.

The Undead Ghost of the Capitol
The Horrible Haunt of the Presidency
The Embodiment of Embarrassment.
The Shamelessness of Gross Shuckery.
You know who it is, make up your own names for him.
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Look at them scatter, the mice,
Running through that maze
Seeking their cheesy paradise
Eventually, they end up in a daze
Only wishing for peace
What they once craved
Was that sinned cheese
But now they will never be saved
HTR Stevens Mar 2018
All things in this world are vain!
All things that we try to gain!
Pearls and gold, cities and crown, all must
Stay behind, when we return to dust!

Have we drunk the wine of power?
Have we seen our finest hour?
Aft we have gained all this stuff,
Do we meet a cruel rebuff?

Look ye, all men, great and small;
See ye all these white brick walls?
Remain but these smooth grey stones
Beneath which are dead men’s bones…

Look ye, and fear, death takes all!
Death hath come from ‘Adam’s fall’;
In this world, we may rule all,
All but death – life’s bitter gall!

Inside houses we may be,
And think from death we are free?
Sadly…into houses death will creep
Right across the room to where we sleep!
Merry Mar 2018
105
I want my name up in lights
I want my legs up in skirts
I want, I want, I want

I want my name in the stars
I want to drive fancy cars
I want, I want, I want

Glitz and glamour: diamonds and dust
Magnetism and egotism
Connect the celebrated cosmos

Bright lights and bright eyes
People are gonna know my name
They’re gonna scream my name

I’m ready to take my chance
I’m ready to get up in stage
And I’m ready to rock my little heart out

Gonna take someone by the hand
Gonna give it a spin
Gonna see if I can win

Maybe people are just being mean
Maybe people are just being polite
But maybe people do see something
In my blue eyes
But maybe people so hear something
In my singing voice

Call it fate
Call it destiny
Call it anything ya want
But I reckon I got something
To back up the fact
That I got to stake my claim
In the game of fame
I saw
into the eyes of "leader"
Saw the love
for the money
and the power
not the people
I saw how
he misunderstood the concept..
Every true leader, will be one with it's followers.
Brent Kincaid Mar 2018
Lily White lives in an apartment castle
Because mansions are a such a hassle.
He doesn’t need a chauffeur or a car
And he likes things the way they are.

But Lily White turns out has ambition
And won’t confine himself to his kitchen
Or the gold faucets of his gaudy john.
No, he has plans he is insisting on.

He wants to be the king of the land
Make everything his and splendidly grand,
Well, at least in his ridiculous opinion
But isn’t that ambition’s definition?

As much as it gripes him to enlist aid
(He knows that means they must be paid),
He gathered around himself a few;
A set of seven J.O.R.F.s that would do.

Do, in this case, means what he may dictate
Whether or not it’s an ethical mandate
Because they are members on a mission
From the American J.O.R.F. coalition.

The name is an acronym, in gold ink;
When spelled out is for ******* Rat Finks
And they set about hiding behind the tails
Of Lily White, thinking they can’t be jailed.

With the disgusting plans made and done
It’s almost like they used a golden gun
To mow down the rights of the many
And fear began that we wouldn’t have any.

But, Lily White is a liar and a greedy ***.
It is our job to see that they all get some
Tar and some feathers and a rail to ride
To a federal prison with them all inside.
Merry Mar 2018
101
Radioactive dreams
Got me bursting at the seams
Life is strange as it seems
Neon confusions
Got me coming to conclusions
I undress the illusions

Love bombed lover
You can be replaced with another
Friends who ain’t friends
We all meet unsavoury ends
I’m a victim
To a system

We roll the dice,
Loaded like guns,
Against our luck
And we stare down snake eyes
As we tell ourselves some lies
About our ******* luck

Glitz and glamour
Sugary ******* and diamonds
Hundred-dollar bills
Become hundred-dollar fines
And hundred-dollar fines
Become one-dollar bills
They say don’t eat the rich
Because one day you’ll cannibalise yourself

There is an idea
Called the American Dream
And we’re just living in the fallout
Of such contagious, radioactive dreams
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
I wish you could see all the things in my mind.
Like a world filled with laughter ...
Folks caring and kind.

No cause for sickness or fighting or need.
A contented place ...
where kindness takes lead.

Those five letters they don't make a sound.
That horrible word ...
no where to be found.

That stigma, just isn't known at all.
That terrible trait ...
No longer our fall.

Those horrible, ruthless people, that will only feed.
Five letters consuming our hopes and our dreams ...
A disease killing all of us, a disease called ... greed.

Without them around, all is at peace.
This place in my mind ...
where contentment won't cease.

I wish you could see it.
All hand in hand ...
Mankind, working together across every land.

This place in my head.
It's not as far as you'd think.
As all of time goes, we could be there in a blink.

For we are the humans on top of the hill.
We've been given the greatest gift ever known ...
the power of free will.

If we gave up money and the chase it ensues ...
If we just cured greed ... made it all go away ...
our silly race could stop paying it's dues.

If we would simply stop this "trickle down" effect.
If all the shareholders couldn't demand more and more money ...
it would bring this country correct.

Glorious indeed.
I wish you could see it.
It is my hope, I've now planted that seed.

For God's sake ...
For your Children's sake ...
For all of our sake's ...

STOP the madness!
If all the shareholders stopped demanding more money and more money, we could financially heal ... ALL OF US. But as long as this madness goes on, their quest for "more" will slowly bring this country to it's knees.

REMEMBER THAT I SAID THAT.

As their thirst grows, companies are forced to increasingly give less and charge more ... a dangerous and frightening bubble that will inevitably burst.

This could be solved with something SO simple, you wouldn't BELIEVE it.

All you have to do is take away the VOTES that come with shares. These votes give these filthy pigs the ability to DEMAND more money from a Company that is not a living being. It has no soul with which to realize what it is doing is wrong. It just does what it is told by the "voters".

Take that away ... MAKE companies behave as "Success Driven" and NOT "Profit Driven" entities. Because, no matter how you look at it, with "success" comes profit. Make  the share holders be SILENT partners that take their dividends and live in peace. Deny their ability to demand MORE AND MORE each year and this stigma that is destroying us will go away ...

Just like THAT!

THINK about it ...
Brent Kincaid Mar 2018
The time is here,
To overcome fear and apathy
That come from a lack of empathy;
When the regular folks don’t need
And those fueled by greed rule,
When our leaders are fools
Who only care about the rich
And those who pay them.

This always is the birth
Of the **** of earth and us
With little fuss by the middle
And even while they fiddle,
Their Rome burns, they don’t learn.
They watch the world turn
And blame it on each other;
Brother hates brother,
Refuse to get together
And end their enmity
To defeat the real enemy.

It’s rule breaking
It’s not just heartbreaking
To see masses raise arms
In dictator salutes to men;
Recreating saviors again
Who fail to rescue or save
The rights of all from a grave
Far too early dug for us.
With little fuss.

The time is here,
But too few choose to hear,
Their toys and games too dear
And their heroes too shallow
While those between rich
And being poor wallow and squeal
While corporations deal and sell
And waves of indignities swell
And too few of us care
As if Armageddon was never there
And patiently waiting.
G Mar 2018
he says to me,
i remember when i was young.
i stood under the bridge
and watched as cars passed above me;
i stood there, alone
with my fishing rod,
waiting.
i waited and longed
to one day be able
to afford more than
a fishing rod.
now, i am fifty years old.
i have more money
than i ever imagined;
i can buy
more fishing rods
than i have fingers.
but i want you to see,
when you watch the cars pass above you;
let them go.
let them pass ahead,
all you need
is what is in your hands already.
because you can't be buried
with a car
with a house;
you can't take money
to the grave.
to live simply,
that is the bridge
between life and death
to the nirvana.
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