"congressmen" poems
When you don’t have to see
When it’s just a tv screen
Muted voices scream
But you can’t hear a thing
When you’re not on the ground
To feel the fear or hear the sounds
Then it’s easier to look away
It gets easier to stand and say
That waging war is okay
But when it’s your blood
Or the blood of those you love
When the price you pay is personal
Then the decisions are made more carefully
Too bad politicians and rich men
Don’t have to send their sons and daughters
Off to war to face an almost certain slaughter
Maybe if the generals and congressmen
The admirals and the president
Had to stand in the thick of it
I might trust their judgment
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
and as this the new day
reveals it's perfectly pure and clean
new face
politically pristine
oil spill-less and
corporately blessed
with financially bought off
presidents
congressmen
and supreme court judges
who confess
that all negros
they detest
and imprison or ****
so willfully
willingly
as they do all poor folks
who,in their need
seek justice
which in this the new day with it's new face
isn't here anymore
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 11:09 AM UTC
Congressmen, police and ministers
All can be particularly sinister
When they take it upon themselves
To think of us as shoemakers elves
Fairytale beings who then madly
Exist only to work for them gladly;
Drudges to work for them out of sight,
Creatures that give in without a fight.
A sense of privilege causes this.
As fate is always rather hit and miss
It’s not granted by common sense,
More like a caprice of something dense;
A dark deity that is impressed by wealth
Without regard to someone’s right or health.
And the scary people the malady infests
Seems unaware of the evil it ingests.
Limelight and spotlights are the energy
That often drives their ***** perfidy.
But just as often, these fools don’t care
Who knows of their arts, no need to share.
They while away at greed and perdition
And certainly need anybody’s permission.
They only live to gobble and acquire
And never need anyone call them ‘sire’.
The most frightful of these lustful ones
Are those who ply their will with guns.
They decide the good from enemies
And few seem good to these entities.
They only plot their murderous plans
Without regard to the rights of man.
If you get in their way, you are foe.
That is as far as their thinking goes.
For that is the point here, after all.
These creatures ignore propriety’s call.
And the same with society, it is true.
Those needs, for them, will not do.
They work sorcery behind the scenes
And create acts that are truly obscene.
It matters not what is wrong or right
They are ever-vigilant, day and night.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
What’s going on at Capitol Hill
The House and Senate have Bills to fulfill
GOP and Democrats must connect with will
Voting Rights is nothing that should be passed over
The Constitution was a discovery giving us that right
The American People and Capitol Hill shouldn’t take it light
The late Congressmen John Lewis was a true fighter on Capitol Hill for Voting Rights
He was the voice that had might
We can’t go backwards into time
Yet we can reflect
Voting Rights can’t be a reject
Voting Rights Bill gives the American People assurance having an effect
We can’t let the GOP turn America into a Dictatorship
We are not Russia nor China in Communism
The Constitution clearly states, ‘WE THE PEOPLE”
That identifies all people of creeds
Capitol Hill must think with understanding
Voting Rights Bills must be solid in sustaining
Tomorrow could very well be a finale of permanent sundown
Suppression having the shine
Capitol Hill must show genuine
This makes passing Voting Rights so important
House and Senate, “I ask that you do what is right”
Sign Bills in plain sight
Unite with no plight
The American People are depending on you
PURSUIE
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 3:53 PM UTC
You smell like ******* and butterflies
You taste like brownies and knives
You feel like boys broad backs and oil spills
You look like ******* and cherry soda
You sound like congressmen and French women
You are a chemical impossibility
Who are you.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
If given a choice.
Would I rather be Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck?
One, who's squeaky?
Or the one that speaks gibberish?
But sounds like he's cursing you out.
I have to think about that.
If given a choice.
Would I rather be Batman or Superman?
One, that clever.
Or the one that's brave?
Always looking out to save the day.
Sounds like a Mighty Mouse phase.
If given a choice.
Would I like to be president?
Or one of those insane Congressmen?
Well, both say and do things according to their will.
Proving they not representing any of us.
If given a choice.
What would I rather be?
Would I rather be you?
Or simply be me.
It don't take a genius to know.
That by staying inside myself.
I chose to be myself.
Cause I don't need the problems of anyone else.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
Death metal
This Valentines Day
Mass shootings and
Congressmen pray
This Valentines Day
This Valentines Day
Trump says he’ll pray
This Valentines Day
Does he know the words
Can he read them?
This Valentines Day
This Valentines Day
Way-Out Willie
On the stage now
Hand jiving us
This Valentines Day
This Valentines Day
This Valentines Day
Copyright © 2018 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
I wanna witness...
The energetic synergy within the city limits
Pulsing with adrenaline as yesmen do business
With mysterious gentlemen in worn and weathered tenements
Indifferent of the minutemen surrounding the premises.
A genesis and exodus of textbook corruption
Eruptions of Congressmen abruptly interrupting
The voice of the denizens; citizens distrusting
The integrity of every legislation made in history
And the mystery surrounding all those slimy politicians
Discussing their envisionments and policies like madmen
Disgusting in their ways, protecting church and state,
In the government we pray: Amen.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
See the Nigra boy statue
On a White front lawn
It is all that is left now
The Old South is gone.
It’s beloved in those towns
With proper church steeples
From the good old days
When people owned people.
It is a symbol of when
Blacks stayed in at night
And all public offices
Were held by the Whites.
When all human rights
Applied to only Caucasians,
And not to Blacks, Hispanics,
American Indians or Asians.
Those were the days when
It was easy to quickly see
Which were the good people
And which ones were guilty.
In those much better times
We didn’t stoop to harrangue them.
If they shot off their mouths
We would simply hang them.
Two hundred years of tradition
Was rudely taken away
No matter how we fought it
No matter what we had to say.
Those were the best times
And we liked it that way.
And our friendly Congressmen
Should make that way today.
The little Lawn Jockey remains
Almost by himself to carry on
Now that the massas and mistresses
In the Sainted South are gone.
He signifies a better time
Like Stephen Foster songs:
We never found owning darkies
So very evil or all that wrong.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Lie cheat and steal
Fascism is totally real
What deals are they cooking
When none of us is looking?
**** **** and destroy
The fascist version of joy.
Buy a few ****** congressmen
Start the whole thing over again.
Washington DC is always run
By sellouts and crooks, every one.
It you want things to not be the same
Do something about changing the game.
Find out where your representatives
Go to play, to bank and live,
If they seem to be able to walk
Totally different than they talk.
Keep the waters murky and hazy
Because the voters are so lazy.
Tell a bunch of lies on TV
Nobody cares about reality.
They think celebrity shows
Are the way life really goes.
That is, of course, because
Nobody notices the cameras.
Washington DC is always run
By sellouts and crooks, every one.
It you want things to not be the same
Do something about changing the game.
Find out where your representatives
Go to play, to bank and live,
If they seem to be able to walk
Totally different than they talk.
Washington DC is always run
By sellouts and crooks, every one.
It you want things to not be the same
Do something about changing the game.
Find out where your representatives
Go to play, to bank and live,
If they seem to be able to walk
Totally different than they talk.
An important thing for us to remember
Is to act like Christmas beyond December.
Peace on earth, and good will to men
Should need a certain date to begin.
It should be going on all the time.
The same with theft and other crime.
Our virtue as a nation will come up short
If all we care about is our favorite sport.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
The light is not a threat
it's a dare,
and every second you're behind the yellow line
the more there is at stake.
It's like wearing a seat belt
and closing your eyes
allowing tire to connect to yellow line
that leads to the sky,
if you're lucky.
Taking a cat nap in a coffin,
unconcerned yellow eyes of your past life
opening to the sight of
your own exorcism.
Changing stop lights
manipulate the colors
behind your stained glass pseudo christ,
highlighting the features every yellow-belly loves best.
Girls standing on street corners
******* themselves out for their yellow haired congressmen,
only to satisfy their oral fixation
on the more handsome opponent.
Passing the **** to the next contestant,
sadistically watching
as they choke,
mimicking the yellow glow of the sun.
The manila folder
that stores your secrets.
Yellow nails dig into skin
knowing you will never be forgiven.
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
your thoughts and prayers ****
highly ineffective,
bluntly,
they are defective
ain’t rendering no mo’ to god
and his good old timey thing,
righteous slaughtering of the innocents,
such fun for what does He care
what we got to do is do
something about on it earth,
time has come up,
the hurricane has begun,
and world is shaking from the movements in our bones,
for now is the hour
when we sail to the shore,
and until we are done,
the sun will not respect our faces
accept this introspective invective,
politely keep them guttural BS noises to yourself,
you know who’s the guilty ones,
that would be me and you
write to the congressmen,
who have been shot,
asking what ya got, forever protection,
the crazies know where you live,
state senators from places they don’t you represent,
all that we adjudged them lazy guilty, guilty of laziness,
and don’t forget to add a p.s.
we adjudge ourselves guilty as well,
too many knew in advance, the dangerous ones, who were
lurking, them waiting, us in desperation hoping,
it wouldn’t be happening then delaying one more time
all over again
*”Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep in their eyes
And they'll **** from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in.
Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.”* (Bob Dylan)
8/4/19 12:10
there is no shelter anywhere from madness for the madness
is ours, inside, and we have learnt to live with it’s reoccurring.
Why?
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Lift up your eyes and see
You are correct to deeply fear.
Worse than all history
It’s gonna be a bad year.
The GOP has changed DC,
Now it stands for Demented Congressmen.
Federal Secretaries can barely spell!
It will take decades to fix this again.
Hide in your house and pray
Ignoring all the threatening signs.
Pay no attention to the news,
Everything will turn out just fine.
Who needs their civil rights?
Just pay your taxes and be quiet.
No one in Washington
Hears your opinion, they don’t buy it.
The whole show is bribes, so
If you’re a multi billionaire
And pay the right people,
Some one in Congress will care.
Remember the actual rules,
The important thing in politics
Is stay in office for life
Even if they have to use tricks.
Being a statesman today
Doesn’t mean a thing any more
Because the voters
Don’t really care to keep score.
They raise lots of handy cash
And buy the most successful publicist
Then they have the people
Crushed in their grubby little fists.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
If you ask our NewsMax, America One fueled, republican congressmen
who won the last presidential election - they’ll pretend that they don’t know.
But hey, these are the guys, the “honest brokers” we can trust, to figure out UFOs.
These republicans disavow Trump’s clear treason. If they refuse to follow those clues,
like video captured by the guilty themselves - how can their UFO “hearings” fail to amuse?
It’s a shrewd political distraction, a republican red-herring, to put vague “aliens” in the news
just when Trump's lawyers are figuring out which prison facility he should choose.
In this circus of misinformation, we’re offered unproven decades of government collusion,
heck, we even have that RFK.jr nut insisting that the alien saucers are full of jews.
Of course, the aliens must be from distant galaxies - in their new breed of flying saucers -
why else would they be turning down so many lucrative showbiz offers?
Will it turn out that the cute, little, ET-guys are here conducting interstellar analysis?
Stay tuned. Have the aliens come to eat us - should we be frozen in fearful paralysis?
Or will our republican overlords, so busy removing our freedoms, decide it’s time to save us?
There’s no long proven, scientific fact that the newer, dumber, Republicans haven’t disputed,
maybe the UFOs were sent back from the future, their mission: study primitive human stupid.
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 11:24 AM UTC
We have the wherewithal
To feed every boy and girl.
We also have the resources
To blow up half the world.
We have the extra cash
To let Congressmen roam
And also full resources
To give everybody a home.
We have plenty of money
To pay countries to like us.
Why can’t we make life
For our own people joyous?
We seem to be able to
Make death machines for all,
Why can’t we create for us
Medicine whose cost is small?
We can afford to give subsides
To the corporate welfare queens
So, why can’t we figure out how
To make functioning voting machines?
We buy stupid tripe every day in print
Why can’t we give up that crap for lent?
We hurl insults at non-Christians brothers.
It’s not possible this is what Jesus meant.
We have the wherewithal
To feed every boy and girl.
We also have the resources
To blow up half the world.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
My heart feels too heavy
to carry through another day
which means
it is still alive
still beating
and yet
to be honest
I don’t want to hold my head up
I don’t want to stay above
the waters of a shallow grave
what in this world
will give me back
the will to live
when hate is so quick
to take a breath away
to stop a heart
inside a strangers chest
what thesaurus of fear
what dictionary of ignorance
what is it that defines
the vocabulary of the blood
inside the mind
that loathes the brother
he does not know
the senators keep praying
praying for another distraction
the congressmen keep thinking
thinking of no one but themselves
and we just mindlessly nod
and bob our heads
debating who is to blame
pointing fingers while ignoring
our own reflections
apathy keeps us choking
on our own silence
and why are the living so quite
how is it that the dead
with no air in their lungs
no movement in their hearts
can sing so much brighter
can speak so much louder
than so many of those
that are still alive
nothing good will come
from the living
who refuse to speak for the dead
and the dead must be sick of dying
and I wonder why the grieving
aren’t sick to death of grief
and in all honesty I find it hard
to live another day in a world
that can make my heart
feel so heavy
too heavy
to carry through another day
but its there in that weight
isn’t it
that heavy
that burden of hope
that we know we are still alive
that are lungs can still take
and give breath
that our hearts can still beat
still pound beneath our ribs
and there in our pulse
no matter the weight of our hearts
should we not always
find the will to be alive
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
The sky is falling!
Men are pregnant!
Mona Lisa is crying!
The mountain is on the way to Mohammed!
Congressmen have stopped lying!
Banks are giving away free money!
There's moss on a rolling stone!
Old dogs are learning a bunch of new tricks!
Hugh Hefner sleeps alone!
Hell has frozen
Pigs are flying!
The fat lady sang and took her bow!
The sun rose in the West yesterday!
I guess it's all over now.
Here comes a man on a pale grey horse
through the hole in the ozone layer...
These are things we expected of course.
Bow thy head in prayer.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
Once again the bullets fly
Once again the chldren die
Once again the parents cry
Once again we wonder why
When will we all stand and say
The problem is the NRA
And all the congressmen they pay
To turn their heads the other way.
We need to all stand up and shout
All together we’ll have clout
We need to organize a rout
And vote the slimy ******** out
ljm
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
It's that time when all
the 20th century people die and
when the congressmen and senators
do not pick up the phone while the citizen
barbarians aren't dialing a retreat and looting
every major bank, grocery, purse,
pocket, wallet, and electronic device, shooting
their way through the movie lines
so they don't have to camp out for three days
to get tickets to see how to fight guns with guns,
war with war, and fire with fire.
Stand your ground, your neighbor might be up to
some crime even if they have halos
on their heads during the full moon on Friday the 13th.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
What a classic answer, yes, just dodge that bullet
All that we expect of you is refined to planned-out prattle.
Expertly reiterate, “No, no, that’s not my speciality!”
Do your values enter in or do you play by the rules?
Tell me, please, what are the rules when you construct them as you go
and
What are your priorities?
Shall you stand for your beliefs?
—what do you believe in—
Tell us?
… I bet you don’t have responses.
Spit your lies; set your agenda.
They’ll all swoon for “eloquence”
Some of us see through façades
while still others stand in awe
—we’re not fooled by shrouds of gauze—
I don’t like you; unimpressed.
But it really doesn’t matter:
the stage is set
the dice are rolled
the drinks are poured
the blood is spilled
and you’re laughing all the way.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
You’ve done so much
That is in no way right.
It makes us all wonder
How do you sleep at night?
The party of Abe Lincoln?
Not really so very much.
With his kind of leadership
You completely lost touch.
With malice toward none
And with liberty for all
Doesn’t match well with
Your current plans at all.
Right now you look at us
Your regular constituents
As unworthy of your notice
Or any serious commitment.
You’ve aimed your entire effort
At making the rich richer
And very little nectar for us
Pours from your national pitcher.
You prefer we starve and suffer
So Congressmen can get wealthy,
And rich corporations as well
Which is almost twice as stealthy.
So what happened to the vows
You took as the Oath of Office?
Where did you promise to make
A vast king’s ransom off us?
When did it say “Now I promise
To ***** the meek and poor,”?
To me, that is not what we
Elected your crooked *** for.
Why can’t you do your job
Seeing to the common weal
And stop trying to treat us
As if we were something unreal;
Things that get in your way
On your rise to immortality?
Please read the Bible you tout
And learn about immorality.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
crotchety, cramped children continuously cloud corners
containing combustible corn
consequently crouching consensual congressmen came
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
If I die and I go to hell
One thing I know very well
I’ll take the elevator, and not stairs
And every Republican is sure to be there.
I won’t be lonely, or a little bit scared.
I can always hide in Donald Trump’s hair.
I’ll probably find some dandy premises
If I believe the campaign promises.
When I die and I go to hell
I will see evangelists ringing their bell
To direct their followers to the right
Figuring they finally won the fight
And got all the right people swayed.
They’re in for a revelation, I’m afraid.
As usual, they will have it backward.
Their vision upside down and awkward.
But, don’t worry everyone
If you are going to hell.
Fox News will be there with us
With made-up stories to tell
About how hell is about to freeze
And Democrats, down on their knees
Will repent in the final days
How soft they had treated the gays.
But, do not fear the story I tell.
Some things will be familiar in hell.
For instance, the Congressmen there
Will still be trying to work up a scare
That making them and their buddies rich
Is the right and proper political pitch.
When the field is their kind of level,
They will take over and outlaw the devil.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC