#corrupt
I was running down,
This sloppy hill, at dawn.
Where trees were inverted,
Leaves and roots—upside,down
A scorch I felt,
Under nature's belt.
Flames of sloppy rage,
Transpire with the corrupt age.
The scorch, now gone,
A wound, on me, lone.
Lone I was running down,
Wearing the dusty, broken crown.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
Like A Book
See how the Fake God and his Wallflower
Sit next to one another at the work’s Xmas party
We all know what comes next later after food
And plenty to drink they honour the tradition
******** till they can’t ***** no more
She likes empowered managers and he likes her
She said to a rep it was his first time joining them all
Yes as he picks the rival account but it’s Xmas
And he wanted to take notes and document
All what goes on for posterity and all that
Managers and the gals they attract
It’s all scripted and never changes
The rep knows the *** will be good
And equally scripted almost like a story
That he wrote long ago guy and gal
Fake God and Wallflower going at it
You know how it is just like a book
Always the same year in year out
As in Bangkok as in Manila
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:47 AM UTC
Extremists
tend to regard themselves
through a prism,
one of their own making,
faking exceptional,
answerable only
to their own scope for irrational
through which they see crystal clear
and consequently do not require
the inconvenience of relational,
the distraction of negotiational,
or those blind to their unique brand
of remarkable.
And occasionally, sadly,
they can sufficiently
fake credible to become
President
(which is not the same
as presidential).
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 9:15 AM UTC
What's the difference between man and woman?
When all there is---mistakes and clichéd mottos
We failed to fully respect each other,
and just disguised ourselves as gods
instead of being human
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
So here we are again
The land of suffering
PALESTINE PALESTINE
And we softly whisper PALESTINE
PALESTINE be Free
PALESTINE is forever in my heart
Beating with me and
We pray for you every day
I even lit a candle today
So try to be strong and please hang on
Help is on its way so try to
Smile today but there's no happiness
Or joy in PALESTINE today
It's just an other PALESTINIAN women
***** today but the world can truly
See this evil including me
And Lord Jesus Christ never
Forgets the suffering but Palestine is not free
And PALESTINE can never free
Without there freedom in life
And I promise you all
I'll love and pray for
Every Palestinian who's
Suffering every day.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 11:23 AM UTC
none of you are strong
or independent
how many do you rely on for your food?
your gas? electric, and the roof overhead?
this is a fixed system
a racetrack
where all the horses are doped
all i can say is,
stop running
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 10:05 PM UTC
What made me an atheist!!
I get the question a lot!!
And my reply isn't for the
faint-hearted
Giving back in return what the
the priest gave me but in return.
Over the alter,
all you heard from his lips where
profanities!!!
Oh Jesus,
goddam it!!
holy mother of god!!
He took the bread and his ****
drank the wine...
And I thought if a man of the cloth could
say the lord's name in vain so much
how could there be a lord if
he was blasphemous to such a degree...
I left him tied to the alter, a cross down
his throat... swallowing his faith,
but his god couldn't save him...
I did the sign of the **** you as I left....
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Sorry said the merry man, adjacent on his way,
I've gone and ticked you off while I've been out tramping today
And in my careless frolic I seem to have stole your heart
What brutal lust you blow towards me, gushing like a ****
But I'm not la-da-dee-da-dee, a manly bearded sprite
Jingle though my stirrups do like dormice held too tight
I'm a serious enterprise, a man deeply invested
In stacking stocks and picking prices, if you're interested?
She danced reluctantly to him, unnatured to the rhythm
But with a wink she start'd to slink and jim-jam along with him
The two then picked their sandals up and shuffled down the street
And drank and laughed amerrily at all they chanced to meet
To the bank they wandered, legislating they did go
In government, in finance, in high station to and fro
Each day they yawned and gargled on a fresh new tonic smell
And went on down the street to make a fresh mismanaged hell
Soon agiggling and adultering they fell down in a mess
Holes and tears ashaming his and her once modest dress
There they lay and blocked the road till bobby picked them up
And once they'd laughed their fill of him they bribed the greasy pup
He took them to the city square and let them borrow his hat
They gave out fines and sentences for being thin or fat
They stood on boxes, had ideas for rent for half a pence
And sat gracefully cross-eyed on the splintering picket fence
Then donned a mitre, did a dance, their pageantry displayed,
They became gods, just for a laugh, the vicarage dismayed
When down from heaven lightning bolts, shot with a holy hum
Came buzzing like a hornets' nest and shocked them on the ***
A **** of smoke, a whiff of cheese, the townsfolk breathed release
Gone at last those terrors past, they could return to peace
Then up from high a saintly sigh two angels billowed down
Golden halos greasy and no pants beneath their gown
The townsfolk wept and cried aloud, their stomachs plopped and churned
To see the pair of villains there, so gracefully returned
Blessed be the kingmakers the two of them agreed
Until next weekend, Duw my dear, and until then, God's speed.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
The victors go down to the gallows,
There they go, wallowing in their victory,
Victory of hollow redemption.
They won the victory,
The victory to the gallows.
And there they go to the gallows
As they swoop and stoop
The gallows is there,
There to gain them.
They can gallop no more,
The mire has come to their necks,
They chose this route
Now they cry and gnash
But there, there is no way back
Because they were the choosers
The choosers of death
And death has chosen them.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
Before giving in
to a world that is corrupt,
betraying my ideals
and selling my morality
I'd rather fight
to keep them protected
while I take one step closer to the end
every day.
I'm not gonna survive
by selling myself out.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
Its amazing how we pass time
Cocooned
In our own beings so that
Nothing
Matters more than the next
Minute
And the freckles on our hands
Possess
More pull than magnetic
Ends
Of planets spinning with hushed
Breaths
Which may soon gasp the cursed
Smog
Of our corrupted souls
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
It robs us of our dignity
pilfers our humanity
and steals us away to
make love with greed
nothing is spared on its warpath
there is no consideration for the collateral
because the promise of something that will serve
the continuation of corruption
matters more than the lives it will crush
Esther Krenzin
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
I desire to log the lessons I have retained
from the memories I do not wish to keep.
Only then, am I able to erase
the corrupt files
I am forced
to store
in the
depths
of my
strained
mind.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 8:09 AM UTC
My hands are cold,
They're shaking, so violently,
This land is old,
We're breaking it real quietly,
So I asked, "what is the reason?",
Ah, **** they're calling this treason.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
deep concentration amazes the corrupt intellect
secrets lay in waiting as the mind deciphers the message
why do the senses allow corruption to succeed
the age-old dilemma is, well, age-old....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 160
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
Don't cry little girl it'll ruin your makeup
Fake it like we've taught you and smile with pride
Pretend you're happy every morning you wakeup
And don't you dare let them see that youre dying inside
Swipe the brush across the face and wipe away the tears
Paint your eyes, glue fake lashes and color your smile red
You've been here all this time what's a few more years
And whatever you do don't let them know that you wish that you were dead
Wax repeat wax repeat
It keeps growing back
Dye your hair
Paint your lashes
Til your tears run black
Drink this, don't eat that
Smile pretty, **** in your gut
Go workout, you're getting fat
And make sure to tighten that ****
Face mask, manicure
Bikini wax, pedicure
Fake tan, hair spray
Just do what we say
Follow the steps
Its an easy guide
We tell you how to look
As you die inside
But at least your corpse is beautiful
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
We are godless
and yet more moral
than those who
cherry pick.
And yet never
able to swallow the
pip.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
When the voice of a seventeen year old girl holds more wisdom, sanity and truth than those who lead us.
When our leaders trade a prophet for a profit.
When there is easy money to be made from recovery rather than investment in change for the longer term.
When billionaires with vested interests set the policy.
Devastation and disaster, death and starvation have no political bias.
When will you add your voice and when will it be too late for you?
When eyes and ears give rise to voices that call out in fear for our very world will your apathy hold true?
Close your eyes.
Close your ears.
But even so your house will not be immune.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
A world made by deceit;
Tricksters running wild and free,
Virtue, a fleeting thought.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
I'm surrounded by madness
It circles around my heart
Corrupting it with blackness
There is no restart
The world crumbles
The ground beneath rumbles
The world has fallen
I am all in
My eyes reopen
And I realize
There is nothing hiding behind this guise
It's time for the door to open
The darkness inside
Is calling for vengeance
It's time they all died
It's time I come back with a vengeance
It is done
I became the one
It's time I disappear
Yet we're all a little mad down here
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
Greed has a way of corrupting
It can be disrupting
Greed drives some mad
And others to do bad
Greed weaves its way
Deep into your heart
Until one day
You fall apart
Some say money
Can buy happiness
I find that quite funny
Because for many it leads to unhappiness
People throw their relationships away
Just to get more gold
Your life has no replay
So why waste time on gold before you're old
Money is useless
It does nothing but harm
It condemned Judas
Much to his alarm
Love of money goes nowhere
It only leads to dark paths
Where you can hardly breathe air
And are thrown onto rafts
Greed has a way of corrupting
It can be disrupting
Greed drives some mad
And others to do bad
And many to be sad
And none to be truly glad
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
every moment passing by
sitting in this chair of lies
waiting for the truth,
what happened to our fragile youth?
thrown away by little lies
no one there to cover our eyes
the fragments of our little minds
destroyed by those diseased with pride
destroyed by those who objectified
whatever happened to our little minds?
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC