"crony" poems
Octavian Octopus
lives In the sea
with eight long tentacles
to hug you and me
He spends his days
with Seahorse Sabrina
who dreams longingly
of being a ballerina
Octavian wants so much
to be like his crony
but sadly, all of his
dance moves are bologna.
Still he felt that
he needed to impress
his funky fresh pal
in the pretty pink dress
so for hours, Octavian
practiced his spins and his twirls
he even got a costume
with glittery frills
So came the day
of the big talent show
He could show old Sabrina
that he too, was a pro
But alas,
half way through his act
his big squirmy arms
got caught in a crack
He tripped and he stumbled
and fell off the platform
tears started to fall
and away, he started to storm
"Stop!" a voice shouted at him
and he turned around to see
his best friend Sabrina
giggling with glee
"the very best dancer,
you don't need to be
if you really want to
be friends with me"
He smiled and she laughed
"you're very cool, you silly-old-goof,
but just be yourself,
not a stumbling doof"
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
**** the religion,
**** the division,
**** the crony capitalism,
**** the drug war,
**** the shady cops, and
**** all the prisons,
**** the suits,
**** the boots,
**** the watches,
**** the rings, and for that matter,
**** the foolish pursuit of material things,
**** monopolies on property
**** this country's fake democracy,
**** the corporate aristocracy, and
**** the leaders' proud hypocrisy
**** the layered social classes,
**** the non-apportioned taxes,
**** the cars that run on gas, its 2015, aren't we past this?
**** mortgage debt,
**** student loans, and
**** the tanks, and
**** the drones
**** Wall Street,
**** stocks and bonds
**** the wars and
**** the bombs, and
**** indoctrination,
**** the public education, and
**** the institutional racism,
**** my mind for always racing, and
**** the American Dream, the one that's sold in magazines, and
**** me having to say **** a bunch, so I can vent some steam, but
Is this the best that we can do? I look around, it can't be true, but
If the answer to that question's 'yes,' I'll kindly say:
'FUCK YOU!'
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
LET me be monosyllabic to-day, O Lord.
Yesterday I loosed a snarl of words on a fool,
on a child.
To-day, let me be monosyllabic ... a crony of old men
who wash sunlight in their fingers and
enjoy slow-pacing clocks.
2.4k
If it is only *** spirited and jolly
That gives utter joy in fading life;
Then that priest pious and holy,
Who must not have a darling wife--
Seeing he hath pledged to celibacy--
Will never experience earthly ecstacsy.
And if it is alone gluts of money
That do ensure the soul's bliss
And peace; then that ascetic crony--
The friar--who did willingly kiss
And vowed wholly to worldly poverty,
Neither will know also prosperity.
But, nay; it's neither cash nor coitus
That gives the heart satisfaction surplus.
Rather it be Jesus supreme and superior
That guarantees man intense joy interior.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 7:42 AM UTC
lazily lost
to crony capitalism
corporate cobwebs
hunger
unsatisfied
first come served
rich get richer
walls get bigger
the river deeper
the gap is wider
the poor get
poorer
the black get blacker
the rift grows wider
the police get narrower
shootings
more common
more people dying
politicians
appear more frequent
on the TV
and nothing gets better
solved
are the next elections
nothing more
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
Your departure kept me in lovelorn.
Am I of tears born?
Whenever I behold your face
I find no place to trace.
Should I trace the Indians.
Indians are but ordinary comedians.
Your smile drive me crazy.
To let you go means I'm lazy.
Anytime I view your fine figure
I vowed "our love I must secure"
You will always be my beautiful lily
that often drive me silly.
My strength,my comfort,my prize.
Love gleams in your glittery eyes.
Yet you don't want to be my crony.
It is an unbelievable
irony.
To separate was never your wish.
It was friends and relatives that dish me out without a cause.
But they don't want theirs to pause.
With deep love,we will offer them back.
Then happiness we shall never lack.
But if you claimed so shall it be
then remove the love seed you sow in me.
Of which you can't,it has mature.
It was bestowed by nature.
We grew up with the seed.
So please be my beautiful bead.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
Crony capitalism is not capitalism at all.
Rather, it's the justification of the act of stealing
even more money
from the poor and middle classes
and giving it to the people
that least deserve it.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
This is the greatest non-fiction.
Who on earth will believe her action?
My chick,who was
like my security agent;
who strengthened me at lent.
Now became a jackal.
Desiring me a basal
Is this not the highest form of irony?
My friend,companion and crony,
at my back "bless" my name
by gossiping an extra negative fame
about me,her lover.
I thought she is a real flower.
Even Abraham will not believe;
this kind,type,form and category of deceive.
It sounds chinese film in nature.
Ananians is the feature.
Someone I hugged and kissed.
Now to me,she hissed.
Ah! I am theliving dead
the suffer head,the poor head.
Eureka wasnt as surprised as me.
Earnestness love should be.
Yesterday,my sweet sugarcane
that took away my pain.
Today,the number one antagonist,
who attack me,the protagonist.
Tomorrow is transparent darkness.
It either be happiness or still sadness.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
Ah, those popular wishes of
giving the fat a trim
Beauty is now the
monopoly of the slim!
Sinuous and slender
The hourglass figure
The thinner, the better.
Dieting and slimming
down tricks
of course selling like hot
cakes
Tis a pity, she can't eat to
her heart's content and
desire
for rounded figures they
no longer admire.
But as long as
scrumptious samosas
keep frying in pans
and delicious pizzas
keep baking in 'em' ovens
it'd be hard to keep the
****** calorie count
or to live in fear of the
expanding waistline
mount.
Ah, those mouth-
watering deep-fried
kebabs
are entirely to blame for
my yo-yo dieting!
Gosh to cut down on
cheese and butter slab
is one tough way to get
rid of body flab.
This war against weight
is weighing upon her
mind,
instead of being simply
chubby and straight
We gotta maintain teen
contours and curves we
find!
You do know this is a
war you've got to be
winning.
It's those extra pounds
and not the war you
have to be losing.
Or the other skinny
lasses will be smirking,
grinning.
Ah, but all young ladies
must as well beware:
Dragoness Anorexia's
engulfing lair
or how her crony Bulimia
too can ensnare!
So pals better be about ill-
health more cautious
rather than being overly
so weight-conscious. :)
You can be loved despite your plump weight
I've seen many a curvy plus size woman
admired and adored by her soulmate.
So dears don't overeat or starve yourself
You don't have to be a tiny elfin fairy or elf.
Oct 26, 2022
Oct 26, 2022 at 7:59 AM UTC
CHECK IT
My flows orbit more than the earth around the sun the holiest one
My gun even pack a gun
Cuz im so ruthless
Even left the devil toothless true rebel
Underground king
Make enemies sing
war cries
my intellectual lyrics
Beyond the sky
Off the aurora enticin euphoria
Psychedelic illusions
Mastermind of the confusion
Abusin
Master of the ceremonies
My mic be my crony
So when ya see me act like ya know me
Homie
Dont play that never been wack
Ill smack ya so hard ull end
Up back in ya birth sack
Smokin' rat packs blastin' gats
Causin' much chaos
Calamities all over the earth
I been born for the mic since my birth
No girth
Can withstand
The infrastructure of my tactics
Worldwide mobbin'
Figures messages get delivered
When they hear
So many spirits get quivered
Lost in the time zone
If ya dial my phone
approach caution
cuz it might be ya final home
Funeral home another addendum to my tome
servicin' drones
so i bet yall leave me alone
make scrilla thats leave splits
like reciprocals
Residue income battle
any individual
subliminal military minded
criminal
Makin' more space than a black hole
Leave all competiton in a fold
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Finally;
They finally learned how to love me;
I can now feel them care and worry;
And see them giving me attention—how merry!
Some gave me thanks, while some kept saying sorry;
Why do you aplogize, dear crony?
You never did anything faulty
Can't you see? I'm finally happy.
For I can now feel their love for me
As I lie in this coffin, lifeless, and devoid of any vitality;
One by one, they walked in just to see my body
Now I feel like a famous celebrity.
The corners of my lips curled up; smiling bitterly
Wanting to shout and scream so loudly
Why didn't you tell me those words that might have made me happy
When I was still living in this world full of negativity?
But I do know the answer, honestly;
For regret is stronger than any emotionality
Oh, look how much they regret their insensibility
As they lost me, yet learned to love me—finally.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
The BJP has impressed me,
Welfare is their priority,
They have improved as a political party.
They used to be the capitalist kind,
Completely rightwinger it used to be,
They used to be crony capitalists.
But they have improved,
Their worth they proved,
India administrated by them will be happy.
They have made sacrifices,
Who can forget Shyama Prasad Mukherjee?
Once they know him - they can't.
Who can forget Atal Bihari Vajpayee ji,
Or the living legend, Lal Krishna Advani ji,
Or the fallen soldiers, Sushma ji or Arun ji?
We have many more leaders,
All distinguished in their spirit of Indianness,
Narendra Damodardas Modi, their scion.
They used to be plain capitalists, yes,
But now they are very different,
They are the Left of Right.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
.A foe may become a friend,
And a buddy can turn an enemy
Morrow; man knows not the very end,
Not a fig, of his earthly journey.
With smirk abide, from smiles flee.
Take gall rather than honey,
For things bitter turn later to juice.
Life cannot be fathomed clear, crony.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
she grip'd my hand
in front of her boy. between the
two there were four kids,
she age'd in at twenty-six and
i never caught his. twenty-nine
he call'd me, and thirty
thrown at crony -
come on man,
just ask for a cigarette.
conversation ensued in air of
reeking oil and acrid smoke,
thankful for the backs of chairs.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 12:34 PM UTC
There Once was a Grand father ,
whose only Crony was his Grand daughter ,
He was Old and Swoony ,
She was Bold yet Funny ,
Together they made the World Brighter.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
"When life becomes your biggest foe,
Death becomes you best crony"
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 6:03 AM UTC
First of all congrats to my city
But **** all those bandwagon suckers
Leechin' on the city
I pity those who was in envy
Now claim in the astros they crony
Take a seat
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
exposing hypocrites
that hide in
the darkness mark this
day and aeon
far from a peon
can't fade the Don
the only one feelin'
holy but no holes in me
never will I die lonely
enemies be my crony
follow me why don't you
allow me to introduce to you
my gun crew
we got mr Mack 11 mini 14 double m 9
givin' visions of a flatline as ya rewind
the stages of ya life
bumpin" out strife
standing with pride
like Malcolm X
who's next to plex
catch bullets in they chest
peace to those who rest
my enemies I see in a flee
cuz they know the soldiers never plea
**** the courts of course
taking elites down under
no corpse
cuz I'm burned em all
downfall
to Babylon and their imperial
clockin my own serials
revolution two point 0
busting at the systems
cuz I can't take no more
pain suffered since I was kid mayne
puffs of Mary Jane
to keep me sane
can't let the vision go blurry
when I die
I'll be face to face
with hells jury
full of fury
thoughts exposed on a tv screens
makin me a villians
out of everything
cuz I see the way
the world and it really is
**** puttin in the bids
it's all rigged
numbers reserved for yo ***
don't be a *****
chasin the cash
cuz you cop out no doubt
america on verge of a shootout
with Russia and North Korea
ain't hearing ya
no fearin tha
dark side cuz the powers that be
two faced like Jekyll and Hyde
feel this ****
as I bump in ya ride
soon to be homicide
ain't no testing no guessing
guised as a blessing
to the systems I be stressing
trying to bury me
but they don't scare me
citizens arm yo weapons
get ready for Armageddon
huh it's seems like they gonna breakdown
leave em in a frown
as clown with my hallow point rounds
punishment for sins
is back in town
fool as I get around
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
it's not lonely
it's death
because nobody knows
it's not only
my breath
because i need it
it's not next week, or last month or whatever you said
omega to aleph
sleep til next week
i don't mind
i don't care
i do what i want
and say what i should
one last crony
is left
and now we know
now we know
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
Disconnected, self destructive,
every moment alone and soon out of time.
Don’t desperately pull anything to breast.
But clocks run out, and panic will a set.
Hold your breath now, what’s the hurry,
these things cannot be forced.
Step on your toes, around this blushing rose.
Your stomping will bring the end of time.
Once distant, infancy blinded me.
I pushed you away, before so evilly.
Reality will wash away the falsify of order.
The fatuousness of lonesome is round the corner.
Ego and fear sublimated away!
I’ve seared you, now honest and vulnerable.
I hope this state can repair a path so dismal.
Constructed with puberal malice and discontent.
Apologies I can give, but actions scream.
Let me love incontinent.
Far too long, we’ve sat in complacence.
Now youth has boiled away we can see.
I’ve been dilating connection to a crony.
One I clench so profoundly.
Connected like roots to soil.
Far past our old toil.
Juxtaposed, we are paradoxical.
But we’re both connected to nobody.
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC