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Tom Higgins May 2014
Politicians on the attack
Two steps forward,
Three steps back.
Corporations in the dock,
They paid no tax,
Now there's a shock.

Talk to the voters
Speak in tongues.
Keep on taking corporate bungs.
Not one banker
Sent to jail
For causing the economy to fail.

So if you're going to be a thief
From the law you'll get relief.
If you wear a corporate suit
You will be allowed to keep the loot.
For anyone else who gets caught stealing
The mighty law is soon revealing
Her penalties, reserved for those
Who don't wear the corporate clothes.

Tom Higgins
Tom Higgins May 2014
Politicians on the attack
Two steps forward,
Three steps back.
Corporations in the dock,
They paid no tax,
Now there's a shock.

Talk to the voters
Speak in tongues.
Keep on taking corporate bungs.
Not one banker
Sent to jail
For causing the economy to fail.

So if you're going to be a thief
From the law you'll get relief.
If you wear a corporate suit
You will be allowed to keep the loot.
For anyone else who gets caught stealing
The mighty law is soon revealing
Her penalties, reserved for those
Who don't wear the corporate clothes.

Tom Higgins
Negative,
live and live or die and slave to sieve your life through the fine light wire
where the buyer controls the market and the product is factory made.

I was conceived in a small town East of the city of spires,
one of many in the land of Shakespeare and Shires and fired in the kiln with the clay from the pit
hardened and *** red with pebbledash dreams setting suns in my young head,
for a bit it was fine and the wire didn't cut,
but when you're dead you don't know that the way it is so is not the only way to go,
sold out and told off and mixed up I coughed up my penny for the guy toll which rolled into the gutter, a puppet on strings to stutter his way to the factory where scissors are polished by steel wool to finish the job.

The old man, my father knew better than I who gets by on a wing and a gallon of grog and the dog doesn't mind being cussed by the master, just as on the Dansette we go round and round and the stylus is us being stuck in a groove.

I move on in tandem with me and my random collection of thoughts and things I have bought though not factory, there's too much of that stuff and it bungs up the works and clogs all the gubbins.

Here's enough time to live and to live it right here or the engineer may turn us to burn us once more,
the overseer sees everything, hears the 5 o-clock bell ring and me with a wing and a gallon of grog.
Jeffrey Schmitz Dec 2019
Living is breathing.
Smoking is hating
vaping is ****** -
ugly bungs
plugging innocent lungs.
Charbroil, you wheezing gargoyle.
To spoil your breath
is seeking death.
Breathing God pure in & out
is what it’s all about.

Jeffrey Schmitz 10/10/19
Michael John May 19
i

life can be a dissapointment,
but don´t bother your head,
worry is a waste of wit,
and they are in short

supply..if it don´t
scan-then think about
time..soon be dead..
that sort of thing..

have a bath with a
friend,
life is so short,
and that is no secret!

ii

good sentiment-
lily
shall i let

my heart
speak freely
or supress

mad desire
no
this fire

burns
from you
no return

to sender
or..
o

iii

your turn!
we have been in this water
so long

we look to the land
we will grow a spine!
and now

fast food
we were so hopeful
our dream gone..

iv

ok..
laughing gas
look legs..!?

somekind of
purpose
a vision

write this
down
hamburger

yummy
bungs and
lungs

over here!
sand like stars
shiny oh..

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