Made In China Your electrical items stop working one by one First the kettle stops boiling even tho the red light’s on Then your microwave stops heating tho it turns round It gets fixed and works for a week then is totally dead As for your TV it turns on but has a single line across it The VHS video player ate the **** tape and jammed Your radio gets nothing but static on all channels The mobile phone charges but dies after 3 minutes The other charger that lights up but doesn’t charge Red LOS modem light means no connection Along with a new fan with a burnt out motor Your car radio eats tapes ejects CDs and smokes The aircon is clunky and spreads a virus killing us All items made in Red China sub standard parts junk Unskilled low paid slave labour don’t give a **** Don’t buy anything made in Red China its crap
The junk of love, A notion perspiring. Wanted by few, Left all those desiring. A torment unchecked, By the few who flow with it. Sweated out till you break, Keeping the movement brewing. This ***** love, While one abates. Another struggles to master its gates, The end twiddling like thumbs. Till the next thing arrives, Breath kept in motion. Don’t lose that drive, So mend it or lose it. Drive past, Don’t abuse it. This junk doesn’t last all the time, No ***** will heal it. Neither will those who appeal to it, The wrong junk to have in your life.
Elon Musk Musk dear Congrats for SpaceX feat 143 in orbits Defeat India's 104 past record You're a gem of a person 10 Starlink satellites Rest Sun Synchronous Polar Satellites Future of space technology Under your stewardship Seems bright With a few concerns Thousands of dead satellites Millions pieces of debris Flying in space Have you thought of removing This space junk Potential danger for space travel 52 millions $ for a space trip Orbiting once or twice round the earth Beyond the capacity of a poet Who would write poems on board an orbiter Have you ever thought Book a seat for free ride For a poet of repute & Consider me the first candidate!
clearly, the days slip past i nearly lasted, keeping track tags and descriptions, each one placed as if a benefit falls upon the lot for drawing connective lines god's dead, god's not dead, i'm god, the god of sand, ephemera at my command but what's it mean? these things take time, but not seriously, because the sun hits the wax on a paper cup and it blinds us from the bushes and so low, can't care so low, lone, done dead can't care for upsides but asides and sideways
just a little bit more, i said looking at myself in health but wonder now is it wealth if the utter dregs living now, too, never dead living with no overhead 1:1 butter bread, just a little more then i can ******* afford that little bit more affordable life extension business which is it then, idiot, social suicide or death by getting left behind? survival of the fittest? **** then, i'm unfit as ****, cheap, fit to ****, fit to ******, ****** fist visions or is it not a dream? deep as deep in the joke gets