"educations" poems
When you think of a drug addict, what do you see?
Someone who’s messed up, depressed, or on the street.
Sadly, there are quite a few of those freaks
They need their daily dosage or their days incomplete.
But what if I told you users aren’t the real drug addict?
It’s the government…. They’re the real drug addicts
But wait isn’t that a little dramatic?
That cant be true! Show me some facts, I demand it!
Alright, alright…. Hold on… if you demand it, here’s some facts then
In 2011 the war on drugs cost 23 billion dollars
But, that’s just the federal budget, you just wait, the states can replicate.
Over 30 billion dollars were put on their plate
That’s 53 billion total, 1716 of every second of every day… isn’t that insane!?
Well yeah, you could say that’s insane, but I’m still not impressed, can you step up your game?
Of course I can do that! I have much more to say!
Okay then, I’m all ears, amaze my brain!
From 1987 to 1995, the corrections budget increased 30% because more and more people were being thrown in the pent
Meanwhile, spending on higher education was on the decent--- 18% to be correct
Ah, that makes sense, but what I don’t get, is how that’s relevant?
Just a sec, I have more to vent
In 2010 21% of those in the pent were in for a drug related offense
And what percent of people do you think had a malicious intent?
Well… I guess you could say slim to none
Right! While educations lacking the proper funds to teach kids what they need to know
Okay, okay, I get what you’re saying now, but I still don’t get why you think the government is the drug addict?
I mean, don’t users spend more on drugs than the government does?
Drugs are expensive, and they take an abundance of money from a users pocket.
Yes, that’s true, they spend more spend more money than the government does
There are 20 million plus who reported using drugs in 2011, they spent around 70 billion dollars to support their love
That’s 3500 dollars spent per user
Meanwhile, just over 7 million people are employed by the gov
You know what that means? Our gov spends 7300 dollars per person employed for the war on drugs.
Wow… I never thought of it like that, those are quite the facts
You know what, that actually makes me mad
Obviously it makes our government a mockery, a living joke of a democracy
I can see why you say the government is a drug addict now
They’re addicted to a war that’s bringing us down
They can’t go a day without spending money on it
And look how successful it has been… pretty prominent their habit is chronic
I even recently heard that more people die from drugs they’re prescribed than drugs that are despised
Yes! I almost forgot that! It’s actually 10 times more people! Isn’t that unbelievable!?
Now, we’re not trying to say we should end the war on drugs
But don’t you think its time the government rethinks their strategy?
Because its obvious the one they have now is a tragedy.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
I hate and I love.
How much I hunger
For the days when I was younger,
for the days when I was really free,
for the days when I was a real me.
And what is happening now?
Has the world turned upside down?
I do not say any more “Wow!”
Nothing surprises me.
I can only realize
this horrible situation
with discomfort and even frustration.
Am I on another stage?
Is it connected with my age?
I don’t think so.
I can see today the youth
who can’t find the truth.
Isn’t it strange that
having two higher educations
I am on the edge of starvation?
Isn’t it strange that
having worked all my life
I have to think how to survive?
No one cares about my life,
no one worries if I should live or die.
I hate those unfair rules
which were proclaimed for the fools.
I love my motherland,
but the life here I can’t withstand.
I forgot the word “hurray”.
That was another day.
My future is unpredictable as weather.
I am like a feather
don’t know where to fly.
It seems all is a lie.
I don’t know where this time the wind will blow.
Where is my spirits flow?
I don’t know how to live,
I don’t know whom to believe.
The world has greatly changed.
For someone it’s not strange.
It’s only strange that I am still alive
but have to think how to survive.
Who will tell me what to do?
Should I be true with those who cheat,
with those who treat
me and others as a toy?
They are very much annoyed
to listen to the truth,
but they are not confused
to rob, to demand,
to occupy my motherland.
They even use God’s name
as a cover for their crimes.
They do not hear the church bells chimes,
they only hear their own voice,
leaving the majority with no choice.
My voice is crying in the wildness.
Forgetting about gladness
I have to know sadness,
to learn the rules of a new ***** game.
Isn’t it the biggest shame?
I have no more strength to fight
but only to wait for the light
at the end of that tunnel,
in other words: for my funeral.
Where is the way out?
I have no strength to shout.
It looks as there is only one: to pray,
to calm my soul for another stay.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
December 2nd,2010
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
A LAND OF HONEYED-PRAISES,
FULL OF ARROGANT AND PRIDE,
MALIGNANT ONE's,
WITH AN UNCURED~ CANCERS.
A WORDS AND PHRASES
FOR THOSE WHO LOST IT'S SENSE
IN PUBLIC ~SERVICE.
IT'S NOT YOU?
REALLY?
HA!
PHILOSOPHY DOCTOR?
MASTER OF EDUCATION?
MASTER OF PUBLIC SERVICE?
YOUR PORTRAIT HANG ON THE WALLS!
NOT ONE!
NOT TWO!
NOT THREE!
REALLY?
BUT HOW MANY ARE YOU?
MORE PEOPLE, YOUR CONSTITUENT
HAD ALL A DECADES OF
BROKEN~ DREAMS,
THAT SHATTERED INTO PIECES
THEIRS TEARS? IS NOT ENOUGH ...
TO FILL UP YOUR CUPS,
AND EVEN CAN'T ADD UP
YOUR HUNGRY PORSCHE WALLET!
EDUCATIONS MAKES SENSE
RIGHT! CAN'T ARGUE WITH YOU THEN...,
BUT IT ALSO MAKES YOUR FACE~CENTS.
A NECKLACE OF YOU PRIDE,
MY DEAR, DEPED
DAVAO DE ORO EDUCATORS. (Division Office)
OH~SILENT AND ARROGANT
WHY? YOU PERMIT THE BROKEN~CULTURES
EVEN THE TOXIC, GO FAR BEYOND MY LINES.
SORRY, I FORGOT AM NOT A LICENCE, POET.
DID I NEED TO GET ONE?
OR TO PAY YOUR HUNGRY PORSCHE WALLET!
O' COMO'N
SORRY DEAR MAAM, AND SIR's
I LOST MY APPETITE FOR GRAMMARS,
SA , BISYA PA "TULA NI OR DELI"
TO, MY DEAR READER
"NATIVE LANGUAGE"
DEPED~DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
O~ DEAR INSTITUTION
THANKS FOR EDUCATING US
FOR ME TO LEARNED
ENGLISH FOR A WHILE
AH, NOW YOU AWAKEN ME,
OH, MY SENSE OF CAPTIVITY.
THIS, UNJUST INSTITUTIONS
CAUSED VEXATIONS
TO YOUR DEAR GRADUATES,
AND THOSE SPIRITED~ONES.
DEPED ~ DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
ARE YOU AN INSTITUTION OF
UNJUST & UNWISE
GIVING BREED OF CENTS~EDUCATORS?
AH, SORRY, IT HARD TO GIVE THE WORDS
SENSE, OF YOUR INSTITUTION.
DEPED~ DAVAO DE ORO
YOU LOST YOUR WAYS
YOUR MASTER DEGREE's & PHD's
EVEN BLOWN ~UP WIDE.
SIDE -BY-SIDE!
OH~STUPID THINGS
AND THE ARROGANT's
WRITTEN IN THE HISTORY!
YOU CAN FIND THEIR NAME's
IN THE HALLWAY OF GALLERY
AH, COMO'N
THIS IS NOT A POET
OR A SONG EITHER.
WHAT's, IS THIS?!
SORRY, MATE....
THIS IS PART OF ME,
WHO HAVE LOST AND WANDERED.
REALLY?
ABOUT WHAT?
FOR THE DEPED~ DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
WHERE? & WHAT COUNTRY MATE?
IN THE PHILIPPINES, MATE.
WHAT NOW, MATE?
JUST NOTHING.
JUST, A HELL OF ONE PROVINCE MATE.
GOOD TO KNOWS,
FOR THEIR ******* MATE.
YOU KNOW, MATE?
WHAT?
SEC. LEONOR BRIONES
IS ONE OF OUR COUNTRY BEST EDUCATOR.
THE WISE~LADY MATE?
YOU RIGHT, MATE!
HOPE, SHE VETTED.
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
He might be going to another school
**** him, **** the school with an actual application,
He's smarter than me, for sure.
But can't we be together forever?
If I'm going to a good university on a scholarship,
Instead of a ****** cheap college, I'm going to need good grades
Where the **** am I going to get those?
My parents can't afford school funds
They spend ten grand on renovations
But now they don't have anything for our educations
Wow, thanks Mom.
I rubbed globs of Vix into the bridge of my nose this morning
It burns a bit, makes my eyes water
But it feels good
Am I suicidal because of that?
I don't think so, I don't ever want to die
I don't like pain, either, which rules out a lot of suicide methods
Unless you think Vix is super painful. I don't.
But I'm fat, stupid and ******
And if I got a %50 on a math test
The girls in my class talk about it behind my back
And laugh, even wondering
"How did she even get into eighth grade?"
My best friend told me about that, which I'm grateful for,
But I forgot to ask if she'd stood up for me.
I bet she didn't, she probably laughed with them
Because she's got a nice, cozy spot in the Populars.
Who wants to risk that?
I want to find my portable CD player
It's been missing for months,
but I'll just borrow my sisters and go for a walk.
I'll need to put on a shirt first.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
Not really a poem, just words saying how I'm feeling after reading daily mean spirited comments about people who want success.
If I could afford it I would gladly move today.
I'm stuck in this ****** place with people who need educations and love to criticize, are content to work low paying jobs, drink at bars, cruise personals on Craigslist every day of their lives to hook up or get into quick relationships that don't last. The Christians and non Christians are so bored with their lives they love to spend time gossiping about people who are happy. Why can't Northern Michigan be Happy for anyone or make something of their own lives so they don't have to wish bad or criticize people who are minding their own business? Why can't the women of Northern Michigan get over petty jealousy of other women and stop trashing other women on rants and raves forum? Winter is coming and I'm not looking forward to being stuck on icy roads or snowed in with nothing to do but look at white snow. I've been saving money for a year to relocate by next summer I will have the funds to move to another state where it's warm and I visited a few years ago. That place was warm and the people had lives unlike the ones in Northern Michigan. I go to their region to read posts and I've never seen a post where anyone is slamming anybody for wanting a better life or aiming for success. Northern Michigan could learn a lot from people from other places who have lives. Anyone who wants to contribute to I WANT OUT OF NORTHERN MICHIGAN NOW FUND can contribute. Praying for someone to help me find a way to leave Northern Michigan fast because living here is driving me to the brink of insanity.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
Ups and downs and scattered issues
trials and tribulations, confusion and victories
Dealing with loss at every level, but still strive
Money, cars, women, houses, morals or lack their of
Mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles we fall into generations
opinions, facts, risk, educations and crime
Lust, *** happiness, anger lead to understanding
I am just a vessel in this game called life
What will be will be regardless to my belief
Personalities, disorder, disease, medication
Thin lines between love and hate
Religions, gods, followers all manipulated by others
Shared thoughts of impurities, fakeness and adaptability
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
The girl in the checkout line
ahead of me is dangerously gorgeous.
In the way of the very young,
she insouciantly wears next to nothing.
I imagine myself twenty-one.
I would finagle a way to meet her.
We would fall in love.
We would make love. We would make
even more love and so on.
I would buy her a house, appliances,
a minivan. We would have two
teenaged daughters who would loathe me.
I would take out a second mortgage
to pay for their braces, clothes,
educations and weddings and divorces.
They would move away and rarely see me.
I would come to rest in some
******** of a nursing home wondering
who I am and what the hell happened.
Then she turns and walks out of my life.
I pay for my frozen pizza and cigarettes
smiling about just how lucky I am.
~mce
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Most spend their days
obsessed with themselves:
how the hair looks,
do the teeth sparkle,
what others think of them,
whether they're happy enough,
opinions about others' opinions,
the validity of their arguments
their educations
their careers
their achievements
their expectations
their fading youth
their politics
their legacy
their entitlement
the imminence of irrelevance
the safeguards against
their avatars
their audiences
their likes
Biding time with empty
distractions and temporal
snares keeping the mind
oriented to survival.
This
is what it means
to be self-centered.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
There are people tired of life. From kinder-garden a child is destined to be endlessly obliged to "do" . Early mornings. Vegetables. Silent hour. "Be quite". Cups. Early mornings. English and painting. School. Early mornings. Lessons, Homework. Exams. Exams again. University. Early mornings. Lectures. Exams. Work, if you are lucky(??).Early mornings. Conference. Planning meetings. Rush tasks.
"Be diligent" they say, u can rest later. Ye, sure, bang your head on the wall. Be "successful" "Effective people". Do you know about them? - Worked out your potential and bye-bye. No one cares. We don't care about caring. Not enough time sorry, someone else will care. Study hard, work harder, plan the life, you 'll need it. Or you do not? Not?I think you need.
Classic of genre. Couple highest educations. Lucky marriage. Successful career and respectful job. Apartment. Car. Holidays somewhere where u'd like to be longer but u cant, because u are too successful.
System?"Fuck the system" ,- repeat it more often. System is you , system is me and even a guy who leaves sarcastic comments, pretending that he is smart fart-face. We are system. No one else knows how to ***** ourselves up better than us. And so we do. No one bather. Too busy being successful. Yeah, **** us.
Feelings?Um yeah, please, a tiny bit on the top of my career. Love ,- what the hell is that?I do not know , have red sometimes in the books. Never met, never heard. Do not be ridiculous. Affection only towards the family and career. All he rest has to be "comfortable". As friends are becoming useful "connection". When was the last time u called someone without reason and said "Hello"?
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
You’re always in my minds corner,
but just too close to home.
I’m just a few stops, from preventing us,
to being better on our own.
I kiss him by his pink thin lips,
I guess I work with what I’m thrown.
But take your shots and forget-me-nots,
because my educations better off shown.
You’re just out of reach, the edge of my seat,
out of touch with my emotions flown.
Listening to your old jazz tunes,
I wonder what keeps us both alone?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
mama warned me
about becoming attached to ghosts,
about chasing the lights that flicker behind closed eyelids,
trailing their
ruminant symbiology
down labyrinthine tunnels
till you're left, stranded
in a nowhere from where you started
and they fade
away
to nothing.
...
I keep loosing sight in the lag
that hesitant flickering pivoting between footsteps,
those pauses of breath between paragraphs
of the mold in the ceilings dictated speeches,
the decade old dust encrusted spider-webs on the coffers abandoned superstructures, intricate semantic patterns, still present, present, but encapsulating nothing.
(Educations warped my mind
into prescriptive paradigms
drugged up on science fiction
alternate attritions of future presents)
–//
One day,
the ocean promised to swallow the world,
but failed to set a date; just a vague sense of inevitability.
and everyone gets uncomfortable about the liminality,
and there's
a moment of rupturing
unveiling the blanketing
in the process of our mass comatose suicide,
That no ones sure what to do with.
And we collapse into the indecision
of what to make of this wavering present
loosing sight
between barricades of candy bars and cheeseburger pies
while the radio static sighs
'boys only want love if it's torture'
(i find it a bit optimistic)
//–
I keep becoming waylaid in the lag
the hesitant faltering between long warn down footprints
travelling down some path set out by the last
in no way definitive; but, at least, defined
by the haphazard indentations left behind
while sometimes there’s treasure in the depths that we climb
it's never the kind
that explains itself.
(But still time turns and churns and burns
while we frantically mine all the scattered urns.)
–\\
The philosophers and neuroscientists keep working to find the foundations underlying why
we think what we think, why we feel what we feel,
they peel up the carpet and peer into what's beneath, but
they just keep finding
ripped up carpet and musk.
\\–
I keep searching for home in the lag,
the tumbling bind of footfalls enshrined.
but even if there's no way out of here,
there's occasionally a whisper of camaraderie in the air
(you never escape,
no no,
but sometimes
the enclosure unfolds )
...
mama warned me
about becoming attached to ghosts,
about chasing the lights that flicker behind closed eyelids.
but here in the dark,
i'm not sure what else to follow.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
THANKS TO YOUR
SUPPORT
FOR THE GRADUATES
OF DAVAO DE ORO EDUCATORS.
"SA INYONG PAGTABANG
SA MGA NAG LISUD MAG~APPLY
UG TEACHING PROFESSION
SA DEPED-ED DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)."
(**mix with foreign language)
IT PLEASES US ENOUGH.!
THANKS TO SEC. LEONOR BRIONES
MY SINCERE RESPECT TO YOU
AS MOTHER OF PRESENT
SYSTEM OF EDUCATIONS!
SALUTE FOR GREEN BROTHERS & SISTERS!
& SIR DAVID VLADIMIR
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
this place is hell,
they lock you up and make you quiet,
they take you aside and tell you what you did wrong,
they stare at you until you understand,
they teach you nothing,
they think that they are so **** smart,
but fail you if they don't like you,
i hate stupid people and their high educations..
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
He buried his life in a pile of books,
And blinded himself from dainty looks.
He buried his life in many educations,
Absented himself from youthful occations.
His aquaintances called him folly,
As on soothing nights they got jolly.
His closest friends carried the burden with him,
As his chances of love grew dim.
In those soothing nights,with the book,
All his lifetime he took
Trying to figure out the puzzle of life,
But then the answer was worth more than life!
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
The different factions spreading, interacting, substantive stories vs news stories, elements of truth. That go behind the lines, turning through the streets, jerking around the wifi signals, you're in deep, the picture and the humor, sarcasm seeping into the minds, sexting the pope, letting him know, Jesus walks the earth again, documentaries replacing the text, it's combustion in a little tube, an extension, Realism somewhere distant in our heads, a dream of universalism we all woke up from, wanting to buy into the sensuality of modernity, all encompassing, petty glances from older strangers as we peer into our windows, flying miles away, the creative force of the nihilists who find God in escape
Regeneration-
In a perpetual state of educations, flaring neuron, confused and neglected, the Chemical reactions, the think tank, silence in the face of music, the life game with a set number of rules, the odd numbers muliply, divide, in my case the ones with the rancid breath who club to the other and make the third stay in debt
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
Romance is a Luxury
Reserved for those who were born with enough to live in
Those who laze in lavishness
The educations were wrong
It is not an equal platform where everyone can jump in and stay in
For those without so much fortune, what is its purpose anyway
Romance is a luxury for those with the idle minds
When the merchants are out to play, and people come to seek their goods
Romance is futile, romance is an illusion for those with marriage contracts
For a better stage, for a better filled garage…
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Sometimes I think of you
And it's not something I really want
When I start with "I remember when-"
Or our favorite songs come on.
It's weird because we spent a year
Basically living in the same clothes
And shoes, and housesandcars
But now who even knows
I try not to think about it
Or get all ******* up over it again
Because then I get a bit hurt
Because it really shouldn't have happened
Not that way,
Anyway
Because we were supposed to get tattoos
And boyfriends
And college educations
But I guess as kids, everything pretty much just ends
So maybe you'll see this
And maybe you won't
And maybe that's okay
Because I don't want to care, and I guess really don't
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
But this is a brand new day
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
The Wall Street collapse presents us these facts
Some people think greed is good
And now that the onus (is on the big bonus)
We’re questioning whether they should
It doesn’t make sense to reward incompetence
No logical person would
Be that as it may (they do anyway)
And that’s why they’re misunderstood
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When rated among other nations
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Now we’ve criticized those who’ve devised
Schemes that produced no labor
But let’s try to surmount it (and think about it)
Pehaps they’ve done us a favor
By making us see regulation is key
Before things get much graver
I think y’all know by doing so
It might prove to be a life saver
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When rated among other nations
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
But I'm saying it anywy
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
educations for the derelicts,
who only terror kids
into thinking college is
for just that geniuses
who the scholars dig
man you know that's ignorant
only reading the print
we just need to be tying the one side of a splint
pricing just half that loaf
because you cut the corners off your toast
unrewarded genius?
that's a proverb
"read from left to right, top to bottom. that's the only way you'll get meaning from this"
funny how that's all they want heard
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
But this is a brand new day
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
The Wall Street collapse presents us these facts
Some people think greed is good
And now that the onus (is on the big bonus)
We’re questioning whether they should
It doesn’t make sense to reward incompetence
No logical person would
Be that as it may (they do anyway)
And that’s why they’re misunderstood
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When rated among other nations
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Now we’ve criticized those who’ve devised
Schemes that produced no labor
But let’s try to surmount it (and think about it)
Pehaps they’ve done us a favor
By making us see regulation is key
Before things get much graver
I think y’all know by doing so
It might prove to be a life saver
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When compared to other nations
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
You can think of this
pandemic as an novel
slowly unfolding.
We are characters
caught up in the plot - we're the
heroes and villains.
We bring our desires,
educations, biases and
social reflexes.
All the small sins and
great vanities of mankind
have a home in us.
The challenges we
face, in chapters yet turned
would scare the angels.
Will, we, the people,
psychologically flinch
in this, our great hour?
If so, expect no
Crispian Day speech of legend
to mark our passing.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
i make no apologies
for my words steadily
building into anthologies
but i feel i must say im sorry
for my lack of poetic knowledge
leading to reams of verbal slurry
i must add at this point in proceedings
that i think im doing well given educations failings
but dont expect too much entertaining
theres only so far i can go on my GCSE gradings
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC