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Pinpoint the subsurface crack, Stare until my vision goes black. We must be complete maniacs, Eating our own dental plaque. Here's a toast to the next generation, They'll solve what's wrong with the nation. Survived our own cremation, But will we survive damnation? Teeth rotting out of our mouth, Won't let the dentist into the house. Ignore all of the deep seated doubt, Despite pain that screams so loud. What's the solution for this? We'd rather live in ignorant bliss. Obey the laws, stay off the lists, There's a crushing boot we'd rather kiss. The leather taste masks the decay, Step out of line and we will all pay. Stare horrified at the widening gaps, Watch our leaders take lazy laps. As we stand and ignore the collapse, Instead we rip apart the lower class. Using dental tools to pretend, We get it and we comprehend. How we have come to descend, Yet still, we're unable to amend. The rich stand inside golden gates, Pointing their fingers at the baits. Watching us fixate on our tails and give chase, By the time we're broken down, it's too late. By now, it's too late, We'll watch and meet our fate, The tooth decay much too great, Gave in to the ouroboros of hate.
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Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
Ouroboros of Hate
You’re getting crushed by the boot you lick, Sent to Hell by the book you thump, Strung up by the men you defend, They don't give a **** about you. You're money, They're cunning, With a side of stupid, You've been struck by cupid.
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Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 2:32 PM UTC
Boot-Licker
with regard to those who believe time has let us down, it is not our fault that we expected more in life than the simple basic pay that we force ourselves to earn, that only a minimal few get more than £4 an hour and earn a million in a day they take and they take and we give our all, to a job that will eventually fire us, retire us and dig our grave, all to provide ourselves with a mortgage and a tax paying wage that some of us can never afford, and we **** ourselves because of debt and we stare at our kids with resentment because they’re dream killers but they’re a social norm, and if you don’t fit in you don’t make it social darwinism, liberalism conservatism, socialists, Marxists, communists, left wing advocates, the ones the poor ‘take advantage’ of because we believe people deserve the best chance in life, and unless you’re incredibly lucky and you’re born at the top you are bred with that chance, and the rest of us are at the bottom because meritocracy doesn’t exist it never will because those who believe they’re better, the elite-born ***** at the top come from the brightest schools, the most expensive and they gave them confidence and money something we don’t own being in the northern region of a divided country and your prime minister killed our jobs and i find it funny that people still vote for your two faced, pragmatic party you haven’t been remotely interested in us since Disraeli, but even he tried to help us selfishly the working class, the proletariat is divided because of the lies you feed us through the media, you honestly think you’re superior and you are but you ignore poverty and you accept inequality and society isn’t like a human body because if it worked this wouldn’t exist, this divided society that you don’t even acknowledge because why would you when you have enough money and power and overall glory that you have been smothered in your whole life whereas we have seen what your policies achieve and you try to buy us off with basic low wages and give starving people benefits which take ages to come through and you don’t care when they die because they weren’t employed, didn’t belong in this capitalist economy, which you gladly enjoy, while we sit at the bottom in absolute despair, that I don’t even know if we’re really aware of the exploitation we are put through every single day all to make enough money to pay for the taxes you evade, and i wish for the whole world there was something i could do, because if i had any money, i would share it with you.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
you can't have pure equality if you want the world to be fair
with regard to those who believe time has let us down, it is not our fault that we expected more in life than the simple basic pay that we force ourselves to earn, that only a minimal few get more than £4 an hour and earn a million in a day they take and they take and we give our all, to a job that will eventually fire us, retire us and dig our grave, all to provide ourselves with a mortgage and a tax paying wage that some of us can never afford, and we **** ourselves because of debt and we stare at our kids with resentment because they’re dream killers but they’re a social norm, and if you don’t fit in you don’t make it social darwinism, liberalism conservatism, socialists, Marxists, communists, left wing advocates, the ones the poor ‘take advantage’ of because we believe people deserve the best chance in life, and unless you’re incredibly lucky and you’re born at the top you are bred with that chance, and the rest of us are at the bottom because meritocracy doesn’t exist it never will because those who believe they’re better, the elite-born ***** at the top come from the brightest schools, the most expensive and they gave them confidence and money something we don’t own being in the northern region of a divided country and your prime minister killed our jobs and i find it funny that people still vote for your two faced, pragmatic party you haven’t been remotely interested in us since Disraeli, but even he tried to help us selfishly the working class, the proletariat is divided because of the lies you feed us through the media, you honestly think you’re superior and you are but you ignore poverty and you accept inequality and society isn’t like a human body because if it worked this wouldn’t exist, this divided society that you don’t even acknowledge because why would you when you have enough money and power and overall glory that you have been smothered in your whole life whereas we have seen what your policies achieve and you try to buy us off with basic low wages and give starving people benefits which take ages to come through and you don’t care when they die because they weren’t employed, didn’t belong in this capitalist economy, which you gladly enjoy, while we sit at the bottom in absolute despair, that I don’t even know if we’re really aware of the exploitation we are put through every single day all to make enough money to pay for the taxes you evade, and i wish for the whole world there was something i could do, because if i had any money, i would share it with you.
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*Is it the things we do or those we don't? the memories we cherish or ones that haunt? the roads we took or those we feared? Is it the mistakes we made when we veered? the books we read and smiled, or chapters left untouched? forgiveness or thousand grudges piled?Is it open doors or the latched? Is it flowers which bloomed or those whilst tender fell? Is it the Friends we made or those we lost, the beloved or the loathed the milestones or the failures, the laugh or the rivers of tears is it the reality or the Alias, our maturity or the years is it Comedy or tragedy? Is it unity we deserve or the drifting apart? Is it healing or breaking millions a heart? Is it transformation or stagnation while time goes? Is it the peace that once was or the Wars?* what's humanity?
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
What's Humanity?
*Life was once an adventure How beautiful it was to sail the ocean to raise sails and battle waves months at Sea awaiting the destination Life was life when we took trains and slowly made our way across all kinds of terrains, viewing hills illuminated by the Sun's rays when we sat astride beautiful horses and journeying was taking the reins breathing hot and cold air and feeding on the chocolate atmosphere riding all night through moon's glow it was joy taking the stairs even if it was to the sixteenth floor Writing letters with glamorous words to the loved ones so far away and sometimes having to wait years to receive the dusty envelopes bearing the breathtaking responses... Life was something to look forward to until we shunned ships for planes where we shoot through the sky, shunned Trains for these Taxis which just fly, until we invented elevators so people know not the satisfaction of taking the stairs... until we invented smart phones and abandoned the beauty of letters Life was fun but we pushed Horses behind bars in parks and the zoos after all those hoofs can't stand the tarmac and there are no more hills and Sunsets to see because we've congested the skyline with Storeys and scrappers Then we judge the world unfair yet we're the ones who don't care The world was a paradise during those good old days until we became demons of change and twisted a heaven into Hell...*
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Good Old Days
"Compassionate Conservatism" and "friendly fire": Euphemistic oxymorons capable of destroying hospitals.
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
Politics & Language
*Souls born precious as gold Undoubtedly trusted Growing nagging young and rusted Forgetting they once were old Think even advise will soon be sold. We are all somewhat gone Past virtuous innocence In the name of renaissance To being like abandoned carcass Stuck in the quag of raucous In the tombs of the dead Where our conviction's never fed. Like an extinct bird's inspirational song Magnanimity hasn't visited for quite so long We're lured to believe we are different And that's what makes us the same In one hell of a game Yet not all our rules are the same A Universe of Basilicans Without a single-hearted preacher A willing class of sophomores Sadly in search of a Teacher   Do we need to embrace even the strange In the ****** name of change? Or just follow prints of our forefathers And soar with the old ostrich feathers? Ain't no vanquisher without intentions They say but some intentions are good I might sound a little shroud or rude Talk of my thoughts and questions But from the look of every nation Reflects a birth in a wrong generation Remember when the world was "world" Without boundaries of first or third? Does thinking about it make you this sad?*
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
**VOICES AND QUESTIONS**
*I want to trend Not in modern but in the good ancient my friend I want a candle; candles up an earthen chandelier I'm tired of the tick tack of the modern switch I want the moon and stars like life was earlier I'm done with bulbs which when old start to twitch I want a type writer to capture what I write in my book I'm tired of computers where all I do's Facebook I want to revert to the quiet life of my ancestors I want the warmth of watching the stars I want to eat beef steamed in Earthenware Beef with the touch of smoke and of love and care I'm tired of the modern meat whose source is never clear I want a meal served hot on her knees complemented by millet beer I want a home, a real home with an artful grass thatched house A traditional home with a hound for me and a cat in case of any Mouse I'm fed up of the modern roofs which roast as if we're pork I want an affair that's free of silly social media talk I want a place she and I can have peaceful evening walks And her eyes not having to watch out for cars I want someone simple enough to pride in her scars Open and proud of her weaknesses,one laughter sincerely chokes I want someone whose thighs will be warm hidden Someone who won't dare do the forbidden Not one who'll go at dusk and return at dawn I want not a queen for that will make me her pawn Someone who'll give me a massage,not send me to the parlors One who's content and natural, not painted in colors Who’ll together with me do laundry, not a laundry machine I want someone who'll be contented with the little beard on my chin I want a life like that of my grand father Small family, moderate success, a wife who isn't a bother I want a simple life that will give even my enemies peace I want Africa; I want a bit of my heritage, just a piece I want that life frozen in sphinx and sculpture I want to busk in the glory of African culture*
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
A PIECE FROM MY HERITAGE
*I want to trend Not in modern but in the good ancient my friend I want a candle; candles up an earthen chandelier I'm tired of the tick tack of the modern switch I want the moon and stars like life was earlier I'm done with bulbs which when old start to twitch I want a type writer to capture what I write in my book I'm tired of computers where all I do's Facebook I want to revert to the quiet life of my ancestors I want the warmth of watching the stars I want to eat beef steamed in Earthenware Beef with the touch of smoke and of love and care I'm tired of the modern meat whose source is never clear I want a meal served hot on her knees complemented by millet beer I want a home, a real home with an artful grass thatched house A traditional home with a hound for me and a cat in case of any Mouse I'm fed up of the modern roofs which roast as if we're pork I want an affair that's free of silly social media talk I want a place she and I can have peaceful evening walks And her eyes not having to watch out for cars I want someone simple enough to pride in her scars Open and proud of her weaknesses,one laughter sincerely chokes I want someone whose thighs will be warm hidden Someone who won't dare do the forbidden Not one who'll go at dusk and return at dawn I want not a queen for that will make me her pawn Someone who'll give me a massage,not send me to the parlors One who's content and natural, not painted in colors Who’ll together with me do laundry, not a laundry machine I want someone who'll be contented with the little beard on my chin I want a life like that of my grand father Small family, moderate success, a wife who isn't a bother I want a simple life that will give even my enemies peace I want Africa; I want a bit of my heritage, just a piece I want that life frozen in sphinx and sculpture I want to busk in the glory of African culture*
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Wear your beliefs Like a half-cross set irrevocably On the tip of your tongue Thirty silvers in sum You hold doctrine Like a sinner postcoital Of an ecstasy Wane and fleeting
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
half-cross