"dependents" poems
White folks: pack your bags and go.
Our nut-brown world is quite offended.
Make your shame-faced exit NOW,
And leave your mansions unattended.
Wait—before you pass the doors,
It's time to settle ethnic scores.
No more ragtime Minstrel Show.
Our Moorish Science took it down.
Black lives matter. White, less so—
Now move your pale face out of town . . .
But first, shell out for racial shame
Caucasian losers of the game.
Cultural pride is ours alone:
Kings and Egyptian queens we were.
The glories of our race, well-known
Bedazzle in a darkened blur
(Clear to Africa's descendants—
Puzzling to you white dependents).
Blackness lent your world its light,
Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers.
Scandinavia grew bright
Under our beneficent powers.
Negroes gave your blondes their beauty;
Helped those Norsemen shake their *****
The Seven Wonders of the world:
We built them all. No vain conjecture
Dims our banner, black, unfurled,
Above eternal architecture.
Arts and knowledge gained from us
Are what we threaten to discuss.
We invented math and science
Which you robbed from Timbuktu.
Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance
Caused Old Europe to renew.
All our treasure that you plundered
Testifies: your days are numbered.
Classics of our Greeks you stole:
Philosophy was never yours.
Shame upon your racist soul;
For Bach and Mozart both were Moors.
Misappropriated treasures
call for ruthless hard-line measures.
Latino fate falls next—but, where ?
Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ?
Orientals everywhere:
Choose your side and join the fight.
Blackness rising! Late the hour;
Heed your call to fight the power.
Crackers need to check your race—
Stop rooting for that ****** clown.
Rednecks all up in our face;
Racist throwbacks got us down.
But as your statues bite the dust
Your light goes dark (you know it must).
So move on out, oppressor, thief.
Long have you held our nation back.
In some white galaxy seek relief—
But here the light itself is black.
Stars are racist. So is the sun.
Now let God's great black will be done.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
This Heart of Life will always be Content
Avoid Dependents; And it would Respond
And who would a Poet's Charge to Comment
When all it could do is a sever a Bond?
This Lousy but Coveted Chain; Worn out by Claws
Whose Beast left unknown save only a scratch
My Heart's own Mystery untested by Flaws
Yet none but your Face can equally match.
Am I yet a Wing? That I need the Other to fly
For Icarus did in his Ignorance fail
So if Feathers can fall, how much more a Lie
When the Sun's Tongue hung my Deeds with a Nail?
How can I fill my Flight if this I Live
Unsettled by Claws, unwilling to Forgive?
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Our silly state of paranoia,
Are leaders here to annoy ya?
Ghosts of government past,
We've had enough drivel to last!
Our systems need to improve,
Building bias, not a good groove.
Kids are born colour-blind,
They teach oldies their great minds,
We're ashamed of our politicians,
Any excuse today? Like superstition,
Then there's youth unemployment,
Disaffected youth for deployment,
Mendicants at charity, welfare dependents.
Our silly state of paranoia,
Are politicians sent to annoy ya!
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
Yes so much indeed of this need!!!
Love...
LOVE IS ALREADY
Has always been and always,
Will Be
Willing to refill!!!
Only what We through this...
\ /
*Shared process have had, shut down, casting off out,
Have shut off through some,
'Big Squeeze's'*
\ Hugg's /
We long for...
He-Art
Dream's Of...
/ Lovingly...\
Waits Eternally On
t'ill it be
Of this re-filling;
He, S'he-Art's
Heart Mine
LOVE
Love
***IS
ALL
THERE IS
'Understanding'
'Seeing' 'Hearing'
Acceptence...***
/ \
Turn of process in re-fulling internally till over fulling,
Spilling and pouring out 'All Over Within Her' this 'Him';
/ \
Of which and by,
We Already,
Know Of!!!
***Imperishable Spiritually
We are granted as much as the 'Dust',***
STAR
Dusty Ones
Dusted
Star's
*Light
Star Dust
All Known As
EMcSquared's too,
We know our ******
Existence depends what is,
It's interdependence upon,
So Too...*
~***Without Is
As Within...****~~~
LOVE FROM:
Of Whereby She Sprung
'IS' Infinite' and too interdependent,
With this EMcSquared Domain...
<3
<3<3
<3<3<3
***HE-ART
HEART HEART
HEART HEART HEART***
***Therefor it is 'He', 'more' 'so missing'!!!
She' is in Her Own Turmoil, with and for this,
Shaman Master J said 'not even 'He' knows when,
These inherent forces come to restored balance' or,
These things that 'must come to pass'!!***
*Nostradamus too understood so much within,
With and about these could find no conclusion,
Of otherwise what was self evident,
Certain kinds of trends predictable,
But a blank of 'time/space',
That went blank thereabouts by,
Nine Times Nine the 81st page,
'The Lost Book of Nostradamus',
Where it was left open...*
IS... Us...
Knock Knock!!!
BLISS
You can become
***'One' with this then 'Great Architect',
See, Understand A Midwife Be Need,***
***Then Also Completely That None Can Be Left Out Indeed!!!
How else could 'It Be'!!!
OUR X'Factor'S' IS,
Are Klear Like Krishna's,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That Flute Still Playing On,
In Such This Way Eternally...
This Such is the Spirit LOVE YES;
'Is Defaulted Upon Us'.
**** straight that is with Joy, Fun
'All Deep Connective Pleasure', BLISS'ED!!!***
I myself am Overly Grateful for Every,
***Each of 'All the Birdy's' Whom Still Shout 'even if'
We Are Only Hearing these as Whispers, Upon 'the whispering winds'!!
Re-Calling:
These X'Factors is Now Most Klear,
More On 'Cue',
Being more 'Key' to the...
'Always Open Door of ALL;
ALL WHOM SO MISS
KISSS'S OF THE BLISS'S;
'So Lonely Without X's of You';
On the Ever Imperishable River's In,
OUT OF THE INFINITE SEA OF LOVE,
SHE AND HE TOO ARE INTERDEPENDENT!!!!!***
*There are no dependents or independents,
outside beyond this first off and foremost;*
Come Home All Returning!!!!
~Sa Sa, Ra!!!~~
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
Classic bier pose: eyes closed, arms folded over chest, everything aligned perfectly.
Peaceful, opposite of the turmoil in everyone around you.
You never did think about others at all.
In the flames I can see your body still.
Peaceful pose: gone.
Now: contortionist.
Eight-year-old Chinese gymnast,
perfect 10 I’d say, but perhaps I’m biased.
Over there the judge says 7.99;
stingy, just call it 8 even (or put the taxes in the **** score).
I think it was the stress of the audit.
That’s why your wife left,
the audit. And the hookers, you ***** *******
I’d **** on your pyre,
but all the alcohol would catch it on fire
and send it racing up to light ME,
instead of one of your nasty cigarettes.
Tax evasion, lying
(eight, count ‘em, eight dependents:
birds #s 1, 2, 3 (bird feeder pays for itself this way, don’t it?),
chipmunk, dog, the mouse in the cellar,
bird number 4 (only in the summer, not domesticated),
even the random fox), you name it.
How did you run that for so long?
Hero’s funeral, the great pyre, a pile of ashes.
Something a chimney sweep would leave,
and about as important. Did they ever find
cause of death—the wife?
Good, I helped her.
She needed a shoulder to cry on after you died,
and you sure as hell weren’t there (typical).
A pile of ashes,
ashes to ashes, etc., n’est-ce pas?
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
This is a poem about a very good friend
How a bond came to a sad bitter end
People get scars grow and go their way
But you didn't, you stayed and wanted to make the world pay
It isn't that I can’t sympathize
Through our conversations I saw the world through your eyes
Tales of all the times your soul had been wrung
By the countless songs cruel children had sung
Through this trust, a bond was formed
It was true, tested and through the years; timeworn
How many times have you said you were jealous of my life, one, two?
For a person like me a thought like that just wouldn't do
I tried to teach you: you should love you for you!
***** what other people say or do!
I tried and tried but you couldn't see
It felt like teaching a hamster basic geometry
Then came the fateful day, you felt under the weather
And you decided to attack me, your imagined better
You didn't come at me with a knife or a fist
You just knew me well enough to hurt me without a hit
Oh I see… Clive doesn't like dependents and dependency?
I’ll call him god, yes! that’ll make him see!
A friend I thought broken
Due to the actions and words I've spoken
My god; what monster have I become?
Is this the price of my happiness; for minds to succumb?
To whatever venomous bile my mouth spills
The thought of doing this again gave me chills
But you were never broken; you just wanted some sick thrill
I was in the process of killing my own spirit
Months passed, I realized it was deliberate
The damage was done
My social skills were all but gone
Once you go awkward
It’s very hard to go backward
So I didn't, I ventured on
To look for places, for victories to be won
And I did, through poetry, comedy and song
This didn't happen over-night the journey was long
Don’t you realize that this is what you could have done?
Instead of being this caricature that you embrace full on
Put down the ****
Don’t limit yourself to a second rate Cheek and Chong
To get rid of pain, don't inflict it on others
Just love yourself, your sisters and brothers
You don’t need to be a punch line
I hope you pull out of this decline
This is not a joke at your expense
I still appreciate the good times spent
This poem is dedicated to you
Hoping you realize that there are other paths too
I'm just trying to make you see
There are several ways of setting yourself free
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
Adversity climbs aboard when least we can afford it
The gremlins of the fools of fate are primed to raid the ship,
Murphy's Law adds substance to the soup's interpretation
And the parasites engage with glee when first, they take a sip.
Resistance at its lowest in the darkest throes of struggle
Endurance at its lowest ebb when caste against the tide,
The secret's in the stance and stare which moulds the way to combat
Determined by the grit and heart and fibre deep inside.
Bad enough to buckle in initial ****** and parry
Bad enough to give concession well before it's due,
Hard enough to muster the support of all and sundry
When corrosion from within is unraveling the glue.
Sleep eludes the tired mind and worry lines occur
The Bank you've used for 30 years has fled,
Your dependents you supported in their time of dire need
Will no longer meet your gaze or keep you fed.
And the crowning factor crushing you is not the battle waged
It is not the lack of energy or will,
The crushing blow which flattens you and leaves you destitute
Is that FAMILY leads the charge to wish you ill!
Marshalg
In support of my dearest, dearest Sister.
12 August 2013
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
My heart professes perpetuity, and was so faithful to, yet my mortality minds no frame nor memory of you.
This epidermis sheds and skins from disuse; need my heart evidence, might my chill-cracked palms be your proof?
The contours of your constitution, all known by their names, are perhaps now amended by the passage of passing age and days.
The sirens of your voice's sound, awaken me from my dreams; the symphonies of my soul's supplications, now so strange and foreign seem.
My heart professed perpetuity, and is so faithful to, so should this skeleton and its dependents devoice - mon Amour; my heart remains with you.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 6:23 PM UTC
Looking up at the night time sky
wishing I could be that high
I know that I will someday
when I seize the chance to fly
Get away from these lonely people
For their entire lives they’ve strayed
Desperately searching for love,
but selfish in every way
Never willing to take a chance
so everything remains the same
Never using their time wisely,
so they never step up their game
They just become dependents
upon other people’s souls
Parasitically sapping them
until it’s finally taken its toll
This world is full of zombies
Most people can’t help themselves
They see you’re content with life,
so they won’t ever wish you well
Find your piece of heaven
within this world of hell
Learn to take care of yourself
without having somebody else
Know that you’re not alone
Someone else has felt your pain
If you learn to open up
then you have everything to gain
Keep your chin up high
because it’s known that love soars,
but if you choose to stay down low
so, too, will your hopes of something more
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Ancient, invisible God of the Hebrews,
Some have renamed You, and crowned You
Their Christian god; but for the discerning person
We just need a little more proof.
Here are some forms and paper work,
You need to fill out;
And of course we'll need a certified note,
Declaring just when and where and how
You came into Being, and listing
All next of kin- yes Your Son absolutely should qualify for that-
And we'll need His death certificate on file,
For future referencing, and any dependents-
What's this about Three Persons in One?
Do You have a psychiatric doctor You see?
We should probably have his information too, just in case.
Immaculate conception?
I'm sorry, that just isn't acceptable in any court of law.
Every woman seems to believe it at first, of course,
But that doesn't make it hold water-
****** birth? hmm, very interesting.
Perhaps an examination is in order,
Something surely doesn't seem right here?
Martyred for our sins? What an interesting idea.
Resurrection? Is there a record of that anywhere?
I suppose it's possible You could have had
a colorful near death experience,
If You were really resuscitated- oh it was Your Son?
Oh, You Yourself accomplished this Re-Animation-
Oh oh oh! I've got to get that call.
Hold on; be right back, dear.
"Get the guys in white coats down here in room
311 right away. I've got a hot one.."
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 9:06 PM UTC
Leningrad in the spring of '81
Now that was a spring break
Sans the Florida girls
Three nights there
Two more in Moscow
The hotel room in Leningrad
Two whole days of *******
The bosses wife
And the knocking on the doors
By the military dependents
"Keep the noise down,
Knock that off" they plead
"Don't you know what time it is?"
I have no other memory of Leningrad
Because I never got to see any of it
The best time I ever had
in Moscow, the buildings, so grand
I just wanted to take a picture
and was surrounded by guards with
guns
Really big men with very big guns
Upon a pat down the KGB found
A pack of cigarettes on my person
"American Marlboros" he exclaimed
While passing them out to his buddies
"Here, try one of ours" he states
while offering a Russian version
of the same product/not the same product
I choked on it "see" said the cop
"You Americans RICH"
Comrades, have you seen him?
The great imperialist
The man who will destroy us
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
☪ ☠ ☮ ☪ ☠ ☮ ☪ ☠ ☮ ☪ ☠ ☮
Exporting democracy, whorelets and song
You dwell in the center of endless supply
as customer-king you can never be wrong.
Your choice is the answer—now shut up and BUY.
Gadgets with touchscreens and upgrades to boot –
Distractions and playthings to dazzle the eye;
Your choices are regal, your credit assured;
Your country is closing soon. Shut up and buy.
The Ishmaelite hordes are released from the dam
the sluice-gates are opened, the waters descend.
Our Empire, ignorant, closes its eyes
Babylonian currencies bank on the trend
Mohammedans know that the West is a Beast
and the least of their worries—their Caliph is nigh.
We shop as they’re chopping; expanding their brand.
The muezzin is wailing now: shut up and buy.
They hear and obey while you’re watching the game.
The refugee nations, with time on their hands,
flow over the borders demanding attention
Malign infiltration. Deception expands.
These newest dependents refuse to assimilate
whining of racism, milking the state
Government, clueless, declares them immaculate.
Holy diversity Batman—it’s late !
They wait for their moment. You’re scared to offend.
it’s the Christians you wish would oblige you and die
The Muslims, you know, are committed to peace
and that’s something to celebrate: shut up and buy.
No borders no flags, social justice, no war
(nor knowledge of history, conflict or God)
Universal utopia, scaffolded lies
crashing down (but you’re busy defining jihad)
Poor traumatized victims. Concern never ends
It’s our fault they are here: it’s a charity high.
They laugh in your face with your back to the wall.
Your nation’s invaded so shut up and die.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
Just act aloof and overhead
Like a plane less inclined
for its needs at the ground
Take a drag of what's in your hand,
Let time run as fast as sand
This life is unattached as your intentions are complete
It's looking out over a choppy sea
Where everyone's riding it fine but me
They don't care if they drown,
That's how they maintain
Easier than a relationship
to sustain
I'm angry
I am angry and ill
Ill with my allies weak sense of will
I believe in energy, the transfer of waves
I believe what you give is what is returned
And also I know that people don't learn.
It's the circle of all, taken down by the larger
Wouldn't want my dependents to starve
They tear and they take
My words healing their hurt
Once they've pawed through the bones,
I return to the dirt.
Once again,
With the earth.
Me and Her.
And if I decompose then
I will wait below,
Just more ground you can tread on
Just more plants that won't grow.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Okay, now they're at it again!
Yep, and they aren't fooling.
Trump and some Republican friends
Are in support of a ruling
To take away the health care from
Twenty-one million souls.
Destroying the ACA° has been
One of their loathsome goals.
Do you have a pre-existing
Condition? If that's true,
Finding affordable health care is
Going to be hard to do.
Dependents under twenty-six
Who up to this point can
Be covered on your policy will
Be kicked off your plan.
Are you perhaps on Medicare?
Well, congratulations!
You are going to have to pay
More for medications!
To roll back Medicaid expansion
In thirty-seven states
Means that millions of people are going
To be in desperate straits.
Did you hear that Trump has said--
Such hypocrisy!--
The real party of health care is going
To be the GOP?
He claims he loves America.
It really seems as if
Republicans don't care that he
Is leading them over a cliff.
-by Bob B (3-27-19)
°Affordable Care Act (Obamacare)
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Governmental apparatus,
Did thou forget thy soldiers status?
As in a box you send him home??
Six feet below!!!!
Governmental beast's,
Didst thou have thy feast's,
With thy oil money and terrace divided?
Commando uninvited!!!
Govermental liars,
Partakers to nefarious deeds,
Put a gun in hand, eighteen to the marching band,
You've spoiled innocent seed!!!
Governmental bureaucrats,
Republicans, and Dependents,
Democratics to rat pendants,
For is thy party thy truth, o'er just a front?
Governmental witches,
More pills to heal those stitches,
More trenches to foreign ditches,
And regional to!!!
Governmental carnivorous,
Not paying thy army man's dentist nor doctor?
Give them radiation for cancer?
Mind control you give involuntary!!!
Governmental disregarders,
Turn clay into mortar,
Turn thine own country into hell!!!!
Armageddon shells!!!!
Governmental rapists,
Put obituaries on our pages,
Mother's and fathers alike!!!
No partiality there!!!
Governmental druids,
Paint pictures of moribund tanks,
Where gold thou has stored in thy bank,
And bankrupted on thy trillions???
Governmental addicts,
Turn bread into maggots,
Can't feed the third world?
Can't even feed us??
Governmental appendix,
Are you dying to get rich?
O'er wish thou was poor to escape thine judgment?
Thy soldier thou hath missed!!!!
Governmental Premiers,
Turn mascara into tears,
And old age is naught to this era you've intended!!
Befriended!!!
Hath thou forgotten the tombstones to every square inch scattered amongst thy broken rural?
Here's a picture of thy own son and daughter,
Such a refining mural!!!!!!!!
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
To the racial remarks: we're all one race - the human race. To the discriminant: don't live the lie that you're superior - we're all just human beings. To the stereotypes: silly sayings don't define someone, not even in the slightest. To supporters: seek light and see if what spurs you is worthy or even righteous. To those in denial: Wake up and seek wisdom - may your ignorance wear off. To the independent: families broken are dependents isolated - individuals internally lost. To the prosecutor: if you were victimized, how would you feel? To the victims: voice yourselves - your vulnerability can be used as a virtue. To the impacted parents and children: continue to climb this mountain, and maybe America will consider your cries. To the next generation: sorry my generation, in many ways, has already failed you... To the next generation: do better than us, and by doing so, you'll prevail too...
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
To take what does not belong to you is theft.
So why is there none left?
Why do you determine who gets what?
Why do you decided what hands are tied?
I was born as you were from the womb,
But you make earth my tomb.
You take the trees that help me breathe,
You cut them down as they grow,
and throw them into waste,
You use the textiles of the earth to replace good nature with a dead dictators face.
So you can breed war and hate and greed.
So that you may snub your nose at need to protect from the diseases that infect both I and you, to shield from the catastrophe of natural disaster these storms that destroy the crops we yield to feed the hungry, you ignore all of this, for monetization of earth and life, told from birth it is our god given right to pay taxes and follow rules, but guess what, not all of us are fools, to be used as pawns and tools, to become cannon fodder in the wars you wage on one another. I will not fight a fellow human being, I will not surcumb to these terrible things you expect me to accept, I will not be who you want me to be, an automaton to be used by the upper echelon. These are people, animals, all living things, connected, not to be attained.
Shall we continue to build towers that block out the skies, only to knock them out with the fatal powers of militarized warfare, or will there be a revolution? The solution starts with you and I. A choice to speak freely of freedom, a concept not granted or taken this life we are living in is not something we should participate in. Society is imploding on itself as the desparity grows between the wealthy classes and the starving masses the health of the earth dissipates, and seals the fate of it's inhabitants, and dependents, this greed, these wars, will leave no remnants of life.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Thirsting for lost childhood.
Oh to play on a bicycle with stabilizers.
Hung on to by a daddy who pretended he cared.
To stick stamps in an album, with such tender care.
To create towns full of plastic houses complete with minute plastic men.
Without responsibilities.
Plastic kids and Barbie dolls, are buckets much less hassle
To squabble with a brother, with whom you squabble still.
To have no dependents, my goodness what a dream.
It was no dream.
Not the slightest hint of fantasy.
I have more, so much more.
They may have depended on me for years, but now when the chips are down.
They lifted and supported me through all life's peaks and troughs.
They are closer to me than I ever thought they would be.
Nowadays I'm glad to say I'm not that little kid!
(C) Livvi
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
The wall was walking and the rivers stopped flowing,
Life stopped and the rocks grew bigger,
But the dead beats of my heart told me I was alive.
Nobody was speaking and only ghosts were murmuring from afar,
I was still in yesterday when tomorrow bypassed me.
My keys failed to unlock my doors and my loads grew heavier.
My dreams went behind me and failure beckoned from before me
To run didn't seem wise; my limbs seemed to fail me,
Even if they hadn't failed, to where do I run?
For the door remained locked and the keys still useless.
Quitting seemed wise, but the voices of my numberless dependents cried;
So I looked on them, smiled at them to give them hope
Then I turned, walked and cried my heart out unending,
My lips seemed sealed but my heart spoke to my God
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
I am my own
I am my own person
My own book
I am my own
Judge
Jury
Prosecutor
Litigator
Defendant
I am my own
I am my own task force
Totally unabashed love of the arts
I am my own critic
My own worst nightmare
I am my own dream
And all the things I feel for you are my own
Not from you
I create
You are merely a spectator to this feat.
You are not worthy of this love you receive
And it may make you the luckiest person
And myself the proudest
There is nothing you give me
That I cannot provide myself
I am mine alone
And now you must wonder
What are you alive for?
You are alive
For the mere fact
That I would be without purpose
Without meaning
Without ambition
Do you understand now?
My self-respect
Is because I love
And who is there to love
Without you.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
The God-man said,
'We think too much but feel and act too little.
To have peace, come to us and donate;
when you give, you get His bliss.'
The professor at Art College demonstrated
how brush strokes can change thoughts to feelings.
'We think too much but feel and act too little,
in all art forms, feeling is a diamond resting on thought.'
'Have you ever found someone like you,
who think too much but feel and act too little?
Idle people and psychopaths are victims of dry thoughts,
Come out of hibernation, feel and act'- once told my papa.
Now I'm out of frustration
and exchange activities for earning.
'We think too much but feel and act too little' is a proverb to me.
I don't have time to think but feel and act for my dependents only.
4th April, 2017
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
I don't know what you were doing,
But you look like a dog
That just stole the roast
From right off the table!
Actually, I know it,
I'm just giving it a better face.
In that mercy, is it grace?
Is it blessing? Are you saved?
Anchors like weights,
Writs from writers acting
Behind the curtains.
I fear they don't even know it's a play,
But they're aware there's stakes.
Whatever press representative
That today flirt nationally
Are riddled with stains.
Very few apart from the alternative,
Though they have well suffered
By those who are dependents.
Who is guilty? Who is judging?
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
Looking in the eyes,
of sinusoidal hypnotism.
Living in a vicious cycle.
Dying in a spiral prison,
What's the measure of the life I was given?
Young, male, white skin, straight, Christian,
And **** in the missionary position.
If they ain't fittin' into this disposition,
Either ditch 'em in the field or the kitchen.
Steal their will and their children.
Passivity doesn't work against active aggression.
Back of the bus, back of the line,
And this ***** is my possession.
Looking in the eyes,
of sinusoidal hypnotism.
Living in a vicious cycle.
Dying in a spiral prison.
What's the measure of the life I was given?
It's money manufacturing to make a living.
Lack of education keeps you penny pinching.
Given just enough just enough rope for suicidal lynching.
Not to mention the mouths of your dependents.
Bacon laminated to the table with elbow grease.
Spread the bread and butter,
And do your best to stretch the cheese.
Still go the wheels on lease
Looking in the eyes,
of sinusoidal hypnotism.
Living in a vicious cycle.
Breaking out of spiral prison.
Never underestimate the seeds of persistence.
The fire of resistance stays alight in the heaviest blizzard.
Lightning
Strikes upon the death of our leader.
Set the heathens free to search the heavenly ether.
Smitten in a godly instant.
Sorry, not sorry.
The whole affair is as shocking as kaminari.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC