You don't hear it much
My music, my muse
My soul was taken away
That's something big to lose

Contracts signed and sealed
Delivered...not to me
Money never came my way
Not a penny did I see

Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went

We poured our emotions
Our hearts and our souls
We gave them our music
Which they all then stole

Producers, execs
all down the line
All made the money
On songs that were mine

I heard all the rumours
But, they must be wrong
Then I wrote and signed off
On another hit song

Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went



I was not famous
But, there must be some sales
Just follow the money
From the bargain bin pails

Somebody, somewhere
Was raking it in
As companies folded
In the business of tin

Houses of cards
Fold and collapse on the floor
But, the money went somewhere
'Cause I'm still in the stores

Follow the music and you will find
Musicians like me,
We all went and signed
Contracts worth nothing
Not to us, not a cent
Follow the money
And see where it went


Somebody made out
Like a bandit with me
My albums still selling
From around sixty three

Just follow the money
And see where it goes
Into some execs houses
And some dj's nose

I'm too old to go
And do a oldies rock show
I'm always invited
But, I never will go

My voice is all raspy
And one thing's still wrong
I get paid for the singing
But, I don't own the song

I know that I made it
But I hate the sound
Of my music creations
That I sold by the pound

Every time that they surface
On late night FM
I know somebody else
Made cash off of them

Just follow the money
And then you will see
The thousands of others
Who were ripped off like me

jars of peanut butter not yet opened
and being the first to scrap the silken surface
with the knife

your favorite movie airing on television
and watching it again all thrilled because
some tv execs wanted to share it with the world

taking a t-shirt out of the dryer
and for a brief wonderful moment
it warms your cold morning skin

being alive

Some people call them toe-mae- tos.
They’re toe- mat -toes to other folk.
Monsanto has patented versions
that may poison us and leave us broke.

Their genetically modified brand
belongs neither on plates nor in cans.
Their health effects may include cancer
In some other countries they’re banned..

They are touted for being resistant
To herbicides, thus reducing toil-
But herbicide residue is persistent
How quickly it poisons the soil.

If farmers, each season, must purchase
Genetically modified seeds
Monsanto will corner the market
For supplying nutritional needs.

How many Monsanto execs
infiltrated the executive branch?
With so much political sway
Its no wonder that they get their way.

while
quick sprays
mist
juicy consumables
glisten  languidly
edible jewels
draw  my gaze
my hands reach out
aching for  their
***** flavors
implied feasts
dance wickedly
in my imagination
enticed by clever
marketing execs
and
the farmers
hard work

.                     this is an ode to moody summers; to beautiful girls who paint our lives and cruise the streets thumping sound from their cars; colors transfigured upon pattern-diffused lifescapes and brushed off; to fabricated memories of retro teen hackers and their stylish computer labs buried deep within the garages of time; to television boardroom execs gnarling their teeth like new world warlords or shepherds of glamorous violence; & plastic; to new life; new life experienced most vividly through microsoft encyclo- tropics, and tasty lazers. hefty love we heave.

for love,
configure this:
                           you sweet my urge /
                           you float my pulse unending /
                           you you you
                                                  inspire /
                                                                ­   so simply.
                           you are as they say /
                                                                ­   the substance of life.

somewhere…
in the hopelessness of our moments is an energy like none-other.
           could say it rules me…                          …like the moon rules deep.
                                                           ­                      like the way we move/speak/****/

our molecular this,
                                    is
                                         drifting

                                   & found
                                      beyond far away waters,
                                      beyond folded trees
& elephant burial grounds.
earth hewn is the extract of earth grown. skin husked
or the liquid mint of mind.
                                            [alleged consciousness]

      
         life proceeds into a stunning mandala of moments.
acts of love      &
acts of death.
smoldering bodies
                        &              cradled belly.

              [beautiful is just one word.]
              [love.]
              [one word.]

for life,
configure this:
      savor this,
                this beautiful thing that is, this elusive thing that is,
us gusting.

owls know.
owls somewhere in the backyard.
         they tell us of our kaleidoscope colors.
         show us, of our sons & fathers & mothers.
         inform us of our mysteries.
our plots beyond white fencies/subdivisions.
sundays & sunrays & somedays we’ll glisten.

by beer.
by shelter.
by daughter most precious. long walk.
                         a father watches his baby crawl into a patch of pumpkins.
                         pink little baby hands
                         and the orange gourde field of fruit.

                                           a young man dreams this.
                                           thinks this.

journey far you way-far-man.
importune to that force from within and pursue humanity’s best shapes of goodness.
me & you & everyone we know.
forever persistent in the etchings we make.

we are illusion movements.
librettos far flung from what love might want to be.
                      [the universe heaves in the corner.]
                      [it throttles on the edge and beyond.]
                      [begging for starry dynamos to impact.]
                      [and blossom.]

us
together
by mere pinging, ponging, bonging.
vibrations and hurled bits.
she/you.
girl beside me.
girl who speaks in verse and words and thoughts nothing short of realization.
she harpoons the meat of inner-me.
& from then on in
& into the tones of our children,
i brunt nothing but to want her poetry.

aix, beck's, becks, blech's, checks, cheques, czechs, dec's, decks, dex, eckes, eques, ex, fecks, flecks, flex, heck's, hex, jex, kecks, lecce, lex, meckes, mex, necks, nex, next, peck's, pecks, plex, rex, sheck's, shek's, specks, specs, sphex, tech's, techs, teck's, tex, treks, vex, whelks, wrecks, x, x. amex, ampex, annex, apec's, apex, armtek's, avtex, aztecs, berlex, caltex, cemex, centex, cmx, comex, complex, comtrex, convex, crownx, defex, dissects, duplex, effects, ejects, entex, execs, expects, eyetech's, fanech's, fedex, finex, gatx, gtech's, inmex, intex, latex, memtec's, metex, natec's, nobec's, nymex, nynex, objects, onex, opec's, paychecks, paychex, pemex, perplex, pewex, playtex, portec's, projects, qintex, quebec's, railtex, rednecks, reflects, rejects, respects, roughnecks, scitex, simplex, starplex, steinbeck's, subjects, suspects, syntex, telex, telmex, tenrecs, timeplex, tridex, trintex, triplex, truex, vertex, visx, wall-tex, wedtech's, westtech's adaptec's, ametek's, atx, banamex, between decks, biotechs, bottlenecks, cineplex, cybersex, cytotechs, datarex, discotheques, equitex, eurochecks, gendrisek's, genentech's, govpx, hyponex, intellects, intersects, kaisertech's, malcolm x, medarex, mediplex, megaplex, memorex, methanex, metroplex, middlesex, multidex, multiplex, neorx, oraflex, pillowtex, prentnieks, rolodex, stratoflex, superx, symantec's, teleflex, turtlenecks, unisex, ventritex adaptaplex, ameritech's, audiotex, begonia rex, ****** simplex, solar apex, videotex, tyrannosaurus rex, regression of y on x

What the hell has happened to the adverts on our TV screens?
When Our teeth shined with Sensodine, Colgate and Mccleans
Kinder made surprising eggs and Heinz Meanz tinned Baked Beans
Fairy Liquid lasted longer, houses cleaned with Mr Sheens
Daz Automatic, Surf and Ariel washed clothes in our machines
Which brings me to that buff hunky guy washing Levi jeans

Winalot and Pedagree where good food for our dogs
Robinson's Jam old icon was mascot Golly wogs
Fudge fingers where just enough to give our kids a treat
Not even a Black Hole could eat three Shredded Wheat
Gillette was the best shave, that a man could get
Happiness was achieved, with a cigar called Hamlet
Surfing was the mark of a man, the fragrance of Old Spice
Brut had an unbeatable smell even Henry Cooper smelt quite nice
You know when where Tangoed when your slapped in the chop
Magic begun when we heard the fun of Snap Crackle and Pop
"Hey I'd love a Babycham" in that cool smooth cocktail pub
Biscuits had a lot of chocolate when you joined their Club
The Honey Monster told his mummy to tell us about the Honey
Taking it easy with a Caramel from that **** Cadburys Bunny
Leonard Rossiter and Joan Collins had Cinzano on a plane
The secret lemonade drinker sneaked downstairs for R Whites again
If you know what's good for you, you would eat Weetabix
Chimpanzees did all kinds things for the taste of PG tips
Turkish Delight had eastern promise her hair he had to stroke
You where in love for the very first time when you drank a Coke
If you had a Mars a day we where helped to work, rest and play
A secret agent risked everything because the lady loved Milk Tray

The quest of a silent messenger in case you had forgot
Seeking for the timeless taste of the larger of Lamot
Carling had the three in one with the cowboy in the west
From love songs to soap powder Black Label was the best
Searching for Fly Fishing  J R Hartley got downhearted
Good old Yellow Pages is where he should have started
Garath Hunt had Nescafe he shook the coffee bean
With Una Stubbs and Sarah Green and even Diane Keen
The cute Kid with the glasses he was strong and tough
The Milky Bars are on him, the best where good enough

What do we get on our screens in our modern time
All of the ads are terrible their broadcast is a crime
All you are providing is the same old ******* grime
Ramming the same thing down our throat like an hourly chime
Its the same as TV programming there's nothing that is prime
With all the cheap reality shows there boring and just slime

What is it with the crap Go Compare to many in this set
The PPI's and Clear Score there all a public social threat
Too many online Bingo sites it seems they took all they could get
All these loans and gambling its no wonder people are in debt

Cillit Bang it sounded good when used by Barry Scott
Boy that stuff can't really work cos he had a ****** lot
I don't think it was all that good and not so very hot
If its in the cheep shop I may give it a small shot

The Gtech cordless vacuum it simply has no class
With its 40 minuet run time I think id rather pass
It doesn't seem that powerful I know this may seem harsh
Break free from the Gtech Air Ram and ram it up your ****

And all those crap insurance ads I really do despair
Especially that ******* opera singer singing Go Compare
With his stupid ****** false moustache, Tuxedo and black hair
Get rid of this obnoxious guy and nobody cares where

All those ****** ******* adverts they have on nowadays
nothing like the larger ads or the man with the milk trays.
all you get is insurance ads none of which that pays
or loans that you don't ******* want or any of their strays

Get rid of all these ****** ads put them on the shelf
I don't mean to appear arrogant, I could do better myself
Stop melting our minds, we cant shield our minds in stealth
To many poor folks sat at home with messed up mental health
All you execs make millions your only interested in wealth
And reinstate some proper ads stop thinking of yourself

So bring back all the old ads they where more amusing
Inventive and informative more things for the choosing
Not like they are today all boring, some confusing
Monotonous and self obsessed you only end up snoozing
Always going with the flow with all the same ads cruising
Come on all you ad execs its the public that your losing

reality television
doesn’t just sell a vision
it crawls & squirms like
disease-ridden worms
contracted through the eyes
to terrorize the temples
of self & hope, pushing us down
this precipitous ***** of
cannibalization feeding on
station after station & projecting
its virus to every nation
LOOK@ME
LOOK@ME

why?
what ever have you done
beyond sell your being to
the vultures circling the
stumbling corpse of dignity
cackling in the sunny waste
at our utter lack in taste
eroded by the steady stream
of soulless visions hellbent on
sowing never-ending divisions
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

but it’s never enough
because the machine is lubed
& cheap to boot, all the better
for the execs collecting loot
thus the only prescription
is to denounce this fiction
with the utmost conviction
and step back into
reality.

(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 19, 2019)

An asset is what they call web content, but in accounting
books the value is zero, because words are not assets.
CMS stands for content management system,
delivering content through website databases.
Everyone emigrates from system to system,
firing one when it’s presumed not to function,
getting shareholders their gold watches from
hungry startups with execs looking duly harried.
I’ve gone through many integrations and migrations
just like every other jolly content pro who prays to
karma or a Kickstarter for all the madness to stop.
Look at all the wasted hours of labor and you’ll see
much more time spent moving assets from
node to container to module to bock to
orb to cages that only entrap ourselves.
Pity us that we can’t perceive the absurd
quicksand, that we can’t quit the unwinnable,
reverse course and reckon with the real problem.
Storage is for hoarding stooges and
text is not a template. It’s a ceremony,
un-formulable, not useful within storage
vats. Outside of tidiness and vanity,
words are wandering like prophets in search of
X on a map or xylem in the stem. Which is all to say,
you might want to check out my yearling CMS,
Zen-content for the zealously organized bodhisattva.

In the dead of night
What do you find
When you slip outside
Your regular mind
Instead of drifting
Off to sleep
Take a walk
On down the street
What you find
May be a surprise
A whole family huddled
Under the nearest highrise
People just like
You and me
Except with no home
Stuck on the street
The politicians pass over
The firefighters scream by
The business execs don’t see
But the child asks why
Why is the house empty
With a man outside
Why is he a ghost
If he is alive

A showdown on Sunset
At sundown the two met
A breakdown of Corvettes
Cellphones drawn by execs
From holsters, my wild west
On speed dial is the best
Lawyers to slow down, lay to rest
This showdown of suits neatly pressed

Fallacy, a deceptive, misleading, notion, of 2.4 kids and parents
Atrophy of the idea Family
Majestic man and wife, mother and father together
Infallible,infinite,until divorce
Liberal, loving, lying, until divorce
Yearning for truth in a world of lies

Theatrically monopolised by ad execs the concept of family
Inception of children, duty done
Eternally bound by DNA if not love
S**iblings, searching for a childhood that doesn't exist

well im the funky hocus pocus
emcees loose focus
cuz they know when i step to a show i blow
harder than Gillespie
aint none stoppin me droppin' me
uh true southern playalisticadicallic music
ya cant abuse it
ya thiught we was dead but resurrected injected
ya brain with a high funk overdose no syringe no pretend
our flows leave ya bent
competition just blowin'in the wind
my flow stings like misquito
enticin' west nile virus sound the chorus
dirtu ***** is what im about
we fight neva pout the gun in to snout
one shot no shout we all about
dollaz n cents i see you instense
but naw playa dont hate me
hate the suspense
as my  money gettin' thicker
and thicker
richer and richer
and ya know foes try to roll.with ya uh

yosef don't play no games
when it comes to fame
I say **** the fame
n the shame
I love black people
but hate ****** mane
detrimentAl for out mental
tv's paint a tainted reality no positivity
in the black community
they told me
if I wanna be a star performing artist
I gotta sellout
Naw never that I like raider hats and baseballs bats to gats
quick to watch ya blood splat
**** the records execs
cuz I'm a threat poetic terrorist
this ain't the summertime
but I'll show ya porgy and Bess blessed from the sessed
so I can manifest
this beautiful lyrics
so foggy you couldn't clear it
I'm on ya conscious like bad nerves
twitchin forever lynching
mind of those who ain't listening

A big American auto dealership shining bright
Silver columns glint in the morning light
Displaying brand new cars at different angles and heights
It pops out of the dull landscape like a bright star at night
But it was not so long ago
That we were about to lose this all
And I remember the swan song before the fall
It's amazing it's there now, standing tall
I was living in NYC
Married, my husband and me
and it was all about the SUV
we saw no reason to conserve any energy
The rest of the world was thinking
Our resources are shrinking
Maybe our cars, should, too
And that was really the thing to do
But ask an exec back in Detroit
What to do right now, what is right
And bigger is better like might makes right
Would be the answer, a sorry plight
And then it all crashed and burned
would not work, like an SUV that could not turn
down a narrow street in an older part of town
made before we thought less of me and more of the crowd
And I'm not glad for the greedy execs
but it was really about American workers necks
I'm glad we helped the car industry
Will it happen again? We shall see.

I am living my life in a self-constructed hell. It's funny because, the world disagrees with me. It comes lumbering in all it's tremendous glory, shoving life down my throat and yelling:

"HERE! Here is beauty!"
"HERE! Here is love!"
"HERE! Here is the universe and you own it."

Sounds like "Here! Here is *******." to me.

It takes great sadistic pleasure in watching me suffer. I think God is a giant kid with a magnifying glass playing with his ants. The whole shape-able reality is a bogus ad created by a room of handsome ad execs in Satan's boardroom. He also sells stupefying cream you rub on your eyes to make you forget the bleary truth, the miserable facts. What did I expect from these liars?

I know.

Stupid me. I expected more than this.

As I pray to Lord with the thoughts of martial law...
In a nation where true Christianity is hanging by a claw..
Its appalling as the thoughts of Darwin..
While Satan's deception have  people applauding...
While we're centuries removed from the garden.
Because of our  sinful  nature we are spiritually starving..
Yet by Jesus we are parten..
But people still do what they want regardless..
Embracing ****** healing the melody of Marvin..
How can you know love
When you don't even know where God's heart is..
I am not the one to get started.
Who cares if ur rich, if your morals are a mountain of garbage...
Your God is your cars and garages..
plushed out luxury apartments..
While the devil is stalking..
Waiting to dine on hearts that harden...
What you call living equals a caurcus..
stiff rotten in a coffin..
As I pray to the Lord with the thoughts of false gods
Who knew that embracing the truth was so hard...
Allah is not God
Them coexist signs to me seem quiet odd
I will die before I align with a fosace
Spirit live free flesh slaughtered
For my faith I'd  be a martyr..
By all these lies and decent I am bothered..
Catholics..Mormons..Jehovah witness are all fiction..
Man made visions.
Man made inscriptions..
Folks going hear this and get sick they going need prescriptions
Yet we all sick thats why the Bible was written..
If you can't see then you can hear that I'm a man on a mission
Matthew 28 the great commission
As a true christian task to flash the light on what God deems as wicked....
As I pray to the Lord with the thoughts of his sacrifice...
Cause without the actions of calvery I would not have a life..
With scripture I examine the wrong from the right...
Yet I'm damaged thankful for the blood of the Christ
Oh my Jesus..
The reason for my breathing..
Falsehoods and attacks on the kingdom of God are considered treason
Words so heart felt cause lyrically I'm bleeding
Task to do this until my purpose on earth is no longer needed
As I pray to the Lord with the thoughts if your second coming..
The blowing of trumpets..
Shaking the sky like thunder or a front line drumming..
Christians being caught up in the air..
Unbelievers running..
Heard the truth but fell for the seduction
Watch media spin it into an alien abduction..
Look around and people seem to love corruption..
Lord I hold you close
I hold on to your instruction.
Worlds knowledge is toxic simply disgusting
Fragile minds swallow concepts like a easy bake over..
My heart beats flames an volcanic eruption

As I pray to the Lord with Thoughts of rotten fruit
No Church bus but the preacher cruising in a coupe
What is a unbeliever to do
Searching for you
While false prophets distort the truth
Lord I ask you to rip these trees from their roots
And toss them into the lake of fire
With earthly passions and desires
The truth is eternal it does not expire
Shouldn't truth tellers expose liars
No line their pockets with dollars
Yes tithing is the topic
Its demanded by God it is not an option
Put money in 401 Ks
We don't trust God but we trust banks
Wells Fargo
Will take our dough
Execs vacation all winter escape the snow
Its like the truth people hate to know
As I pray to the Lord in thanks
For these thoughts in my mind he placed
Try not to abuse Gods grace
Lord do I have enough faith
To walk barefoot on the surface of a lake
What will you think
If I stand and sink
Is my faith that of an infant
Your hands washing me in the kitchen
Do I walk in line with your will
For real
Or pretending, karate kid acting
Do you delight in my actions
Proud when you watch my movie reel
Your my dad do we resemble
You watched me in my mothers womb
My little body being assembled
Does my life play the harp or just a symbol
A beautiful sound or just a ring
A melody that would lead you to sing
Or brag on me like Job
You guided me to the narrow path led me off that wide road
These thoughts worth more than gold
As I pray to the Lord in thanks for saving my soul

By: Cedric McClester

Wall Street execs plundered
Everything in sight
Then the banks went under
That got everyone uptight
There’s something to be said
For experience
But that might well be *******
By judgment and common sense

Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
But what is it they plan to do
If they want to win

Folks can’t pay their mortgages
Or their grocery bills
They believe in country first
But that won’t cure their ills
Attacking the opposition
Doesn’t provide an answer
That can actually address
This ever-growing cancer

Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
But what is it they plan to do
If they want to win

One side’s throwing mud
At the camera screen
The other offers no solutions
You know what I mean
Desperation brings out insanity
But it don’t do a thing
For folks like you and me

Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
But what is it they plan to do
If they want to win

Things are getting nastier
Than they’ve ever been
While suggestions and solutions
Have been paper thin
The question shouldn’t be
Who is he or she
All I want to know
Is what they’ll do for me







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.

Man Finds peace .                  Man loses fun
Man finds woman--                Man loses freedom
Man finds Freedom---            Man loses innocence
Man finds riches---                 Man loses friends
Man finds love----                   Man loses mind
Man finds truth-                 -- Man loses the deal
Man finds Christianity-        Man loses atheism
Man finds atheism-----          Man loses soul
Man finds girlfriend---         Man loses wife
Man finds wine--                - Man loses sobriety
Man finds contentment--- -Man loses drive
Man finds anger.              ---Man loses cool
Man finds gambling.        --Man loses money
Man finds sickness--         -Man loses health
Man finds old age---           Man loses hair
Man finds death---             Man loses life*


Newtons Law -
-For every action there is an equal
and opposite reaction-
-ie Newtons *****-
No not that  the eight on string
that click clack both ways on execs desk-
- LOL Jude

Pay attention to the youth
Everything that they listen
Watch all the penitentiary dancers playing in the dark
Preaching only sedentary answers
It seems they only care about a spark
Racism be the thing they been serving
Isolate the masses into simple classes
Gotta make sure they turn to slaving
Just to keep climbing up some metaphor
Man you know these kids they can't resist it
Something about the dollar makes them drool
For everything material maybe a joke
Record execs keep on blowing coke
Trying to find the next obscene answer to decency
Desensitize the ignorant to believe the indecent
And recent is the lord there is to worship

So we keep on moving as we ain't have much to hide.
And we keep on grooving as all we have is time
Wonder through the wild
Try and see what we can't find
Travel through the distance
My friend we are all entwined

It Seems ... Mr. Ross ...
Has BROKEN Some ... " Boundaries " ...
  
But ... If It's Not Him ...  
It's That Man ... " Ali G " ... !!!  
    
Or Maybe A ... " Pundit " ...  
On Late Night TV ... ?!?  
    
But ...  
Shows That They're SLAMMING ...  
Claim To Be ... " Comedies " ... ?!?  
    
Can Someone Explain ...  
How They Get On ... TV ... ?!?  
    
" Have I Got News For You "  
    
Is On ... BBC ...  
As is ... Mr. Ross ...  
But NOT ... Ali G ...  
    
Channel 4 ... Is The Channel ...  
Where He Seems To Be ...  
    
But ...  
Now They're Complaining ...  
That Things They Are Saying ...  
AREN'T Really ... " Funny " ... !?!  
    
But ...  
THIS Is ... LONG After ...  
Execs' Get MONEY ... !!!  
    
NOT Just Celebs' ...  
But THOSE ... TV Heads ...  
Who CLAIM That ... " The Edit " ...  
Didn't Get To ... THEIR DESK ... !?!  
    
So ....  
What Were They Doing ... ?  
Instead of ... Tape Viewing ... ?!?  
    
Now ...  
That Is A Thought ...  
To Leave Your Mind ... " Stewing " .............  
    
See ...  
THIS Is ... " The Problem " ...    
With Critics and ... " Liberals " ...  
THEY ... Twist and Turn ...  
Like ... " Arjen Robben " ... !!!  
    
It's OKAY To USE Blacks ...  
For ... SHAMELESS Displays ...  
EVEN If A GREAT MANY ...  
DON'T Behave THAT Way ... !?!  
    
But Some SILLY Blacks ...  
Are READY To Say ...  
    
" Don't worry i'll do it ! "  
    
Just For A ... " PAYDAY " ... !!!  
    
That's Just My View ...  
Cos' TV ... Is SEE THROUGH ...  
    
DON'T EVER Be Fooled ...  
They KNOW What They Do  ...  
    
These SHOCK VALUE Stories ...  
Remind Me of ... TORIES ... !!!  
    
and Like ... MOST of Them ...  
THESE Stories Just Bore Me ... !!!  
    
I Thought This Was WHY ...  
We Have The ... " Watershed " ... !?!  
    
Cos' ...  
By The Time ... Half Past Nine ...  
Shouldn't Kids Be IN BED ... ?!?  
    
Parents ... Be CAREFUL ...  
Which Channel You PRESS ... !!!  
    
Cos' Your Child May Just Be ... ???  
REPEATING ... What Is Said ...  
On ... Late Night TV ...  
To Get Some STREET CRED' ... !!!  
    
This Is MY Belief ...  
It's Those SAME TV Chiefs ...  
That PUT ... FOUL-MOUTHED Actors ...  
On .... " Comic Relief " ....  
    
They KNOW What They're Doing ...  
They SET UP ... SHOCK Viewing ... !!!!!  
    
From Soaps Like ... " Eastenders " ...  
To ... Late Night Agendas ...  
    
To ...  
CONJURE UP ... Figures ...  
From Ali G ... " WIGGERS' " ...  
To RAPPERS Who YES ...  
Are REALLY ... Gold Diggers ... !!!  
    
Who Just Try To ... SHOCK ...  
With Words That They've Got ... !!!  
    
THESE Rap Battles Generate ...  
MILLIONS of Sales ... !!!!!!  
    
Don't You SEE ... ?  
Thats' The Plot ...  
    
DON'T Sit and COMPLAIN ...  
Cos' The Lot We've Now Got ...  
Is Running ... AMOK ...  
    
Somewhat Like ...  
... Your SNOT ... !!!  
    
Whatever Has Happened ...  
To .... TECHNOLOGY .... ?!?  

Unless The Show's LIVE ...  
Can't They Just Use The BLEEP ... ?!?  
    
EVEN If The Show's LIVE ...  
I Suggest They Start Using ...  
Technology ... " Tricks " ...  
    
And Then THIS Whole PROBLEM ...  
Could Simply Be ... FIXED ...  
    
PROFANITY Is ...
Part of ... REALITY ...  
    
And REALITY Is ..  
A Reflection of ... " WE " ...  
    
The Image of ... YOU ...  
And The Image of ME ...    
    
I Hope ... This Little Poem ...  
Has Helped You To SEE ...  
    
That ...  
ALL of This ... NONSENSE ...  
Is Simply Just ... BLEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP ... !!!!!!  
    
And THAT Is My View ...  
On These **** ...  
    
.... " Boundaries " ....

She’s so pretty
So perfect
Got me chained
To her surface
So shallow
I get swallowed
In to the same circus
Same purpose
To pursue
Love’s lies
That seems so true

Love equals
The materiel
Diamonds, cars, and trips
From stars and business execs
If you can’t make it
Then she becomes your ex

So you fake it
For love and ***
Stress for success
You dress to impress
More becomes less
As you sacrifice your time
Passions, life, and mind

New Dawn

Darkness at the edges of my vision
Blurred as time erases contours of the past

The evoked is as sharp as a lone tree on a hill
The dark shadows at the foot of the mountain.

The loneliness of walking on a road where no one lives
Knowing you are the last one of your tribe

The memory has shed the execs burden of triviality
Distorted remains float out of reach to make sense.

A new morning is a mere comma in the vastness
In the end, life is a dream of no consequence.

In the White House recently,
Reality made a strange appearance:
The president's son-in-law, Kushner,
Lost his interim security clearance.

After fourteen months in the White House
Around classified info, the kid
Saw no FULL clearance, so
The FBI must know what he did.

And then we hear that businesses
Owned by Kushner received loans
After White House meetings with
Execs. Suspicious overtones?

The loans were in the tens of millions.
Does anyone see a problem here--
A problem of conflict of interest between
A puppet and a puppeteer?

Nearby, the Secretary of HUD,
Dr. Ben Carson, happened to get
For his office a 31,000-dollar,
Fancy, new dining room set.°

This for a person who speaks out
For he has warned us in the past against
Making the lives of the poor too rosy,
Not to make housing for the poor too cozy.

So nepotism, conflicts of interest,
Hypocrisy…What else can we say
Is adding to all the chaos we see
Happening in Trumpland today?

-by Bob B (3-1-18)

°After a sizable public backlash, Carson later cancelled his dining room set order.

Though not yet defeated
I deign to refrain
From persistent deceiving
My efforts in vain
Are instead of importance
Engendering change
Could it be
So naive
To believe
I contain
Any worthy, exemplary
Character traits
Individuate me
Among all candidates
Who elect to defect
From oppressive execs
And exchequers exacting
Exploitative wealth
But self-serving
Is surely
Intended in each
Of the altruist parable
Pennings I preach
Of the lingua franca
Fratricidals I teach
And the lesson I learn
I discerned in this callous
Misanthropomorphic
Irascible malice

I'm Interested In.....
This Thing... " Writers' Block "...

But Let Me Just STRESS...
This Thing I AIN'T Got... !!!

I'm Intrigued By This View...
If You're In... Writers Shoes...

This Writers' Block PROBLEM...
Could... Happen To You... !!!

This May Be Because...
What You Write ISN'T True... !!!

I'm NOT Having A Pop...
But Feel Somewhat Confused... ???

How Come... Journalists...
DON'T Get Writers' Block TOO... !?!

Cos' They CLAIM To Write FACTS...
... When Reporting The News...

SEE... FACTS And TRUTH...
Are In View... EVERYDAY... !!!

REALITY Gives ME...
... PLENTY To Say... !!!!!

While FICTIONAL NONSENSE...
Is... MOST POETS Way...

POOR Grammar From SLAMMERS...
Who Write... " Mini - Plays "...

But... EVEN Some Plays...
Are LOCKED... "Well Away"...
In Places Like... "Bootle"...

HIDDEN... WELL AWAY...
From...... Public Perusal... !!!!!

My Poetry Style Is NEVER The USUAL...
RESISTANCE To This For CERTAIN IS FUTILE... !!!

I Guess Some Would Say...
That... Subjects I Pick...
Make Some People SICK... !!!

But That's Cos' The TRUTH...
Makes People RUN QUICK...
To GOOD Ol'... Writers Block... !!!

Well I'm READY To ROCK... !!!
NOT Like Haley But DAILY...
And I'm NOT Gonna Stop... !!!

The Clock... TIC' TOC'............................... ................
Until I'm... At The TOP...
The TOP of WHAT I Hear You Ask...
The TOP of What's REAL...
And Then OPEN The Flask... !!!!

Cos' Poetic NONSENSE...
NEEDS Tape And A Mask... !!!

The Truth Is SO VAST...
There's NO NEED To Ask...
A Preacher Or Teacher...
For... Writers' Block Class... !!!

UNLESS You're Like Them...
And Enjoy Multi-Tasks...
Like Finding A Farrago Slam...
To.... KISS ****.... !!!!!

For... FICTIONAL Poems...
To Get An... " A - Pass "...

But How Would You Feel...
If Your Efforts Were SHUNNED... ?
Cos'... Your Composition...
WASN'T Voted BEST ONE...
  
That Style's Being Done...
By Almost... EVERYONE... !!!

While TRUTH Like My Words...
Just SHINE Like The SUN... !!!

WITHOUT... Writers' Block... !!!

Cos' Poems I Write...
Use Logic Like... SPOCK... !!!

This IS How I Feel...
Ask Rappers The Deal...
Cos' Writing For Them...
Is An Everyday Meal... !!!

Rappers... ARE POETS...
Who Know How To FLOW IT... !!!

And Most Would Get SHOCKED...
By This Phrase... " Writers' Block "... !?!

Check Out The MIXTAPES'...
The Execs' HAVEN'T GOT... !!!!!

Oh And Just For Performers...
Who Like To... PERFORM...

These Emcees Appear...
To Have Words In Their Head... !!!
Like Brewers Have BEER... !!!

So DON'T Think You're Cool...
Cos' You've Got A Few...
of Your Words In Your Head...

Cos' ANY Good Rapper...
When They REPRESENT...
Will Get You A Part...
In The NEW... " LIVING DEAD "... !!!!!

OKAY... ENOUGH Said.

Poets RECITE Or Read To The Mic'... !!!
STOP Putting On... " Acts "...
It's NOT... " OPENING NIGHT "... !!!

That's Just MY VIEW...
It... May Not Be Right... ???
But ARGUE Your Corner...
With LOGIC... Alright... !!!

Cos' When I Reply...
You Might Get A FRIGHT... !!!
Cos' My Point of View...
Comes From FACTUAL INSIGHT... !!!!!

So As This Poem Transcends...
Try Writing What's REAL...
DON'T Try To... "Conceal"...
What You FEEL In Your Words...

Your Words Should Be YOU...
Cos' In You Is What's TRUE... !!!

LOVE What You've Got...
And Then This Might STOP... ???

The Chances of Getting...
This Thing.....

... " WRITERS' BLOCK "...

I don’t envy wealth
Redistribute its health
Comprehend its convenience
And savor the self
Long enough to destroy
At the end of fear
Void
Unemployed
Still deploying
My droids
Opioid
Like imperial fleets’
Archaeopteryx
Vision
All Rhodes of Colossus
Still bow in submission
To vanity’s
Villainy
Guilt
Contribution
The filth
Of free trade’s
Ethnic cleansing solution
The hack in the tax hiking
Ryker’s
Next door
We’re the youth who inherit
The engines of war
And will staff its advances
With hardwired sects
Of the next level
Technocrat’s
Spoiled execs
And we’ll show you
Who runs the world
Kids of the west

Well Nowadays …
It Seems To Be Getting To … Quite A FEW … !!!!!
  
Well Actually There Are Multitudes Now Taking ABUSE ...
From Those Who CLEARLY RULE The Roost … !!!
  
Management Groups In CORPORATE Suits …  
Who Use Boardrooms To Plan Their Coups … !!!  
  
They're BREAKING Rules And People TOO … !!!!!!!
Through SHADY Moves They Choose To Use …  
  
Are You … HAPPY At Work ... ?
Or Does It Get To You When Colleagues Shirk … !?!
  
Then Are … " UNTRUE " … !!!
  
"I SENT THE MAIL !" ...
  
"Who'd you send it to ?" ...
  
"I SENT IT TO YOU !" ...
  
"When exactly, Mr. Blue ?" ...
  
"IT WAS SENT ON THURSDAY !" ...
  
"Thursday, you say, Let me check that date !
You're telling tales ! Do you have no shame, as well as no brain ?
Last Thursday you claimed, you were sick all day !"
  
SEE That's The Way To Play The Game … !!!
  
ENSURE That They ... CANNOT Escape … !!!
Through ANY OLD PLAY They Try To Make … !!!  
  
Make Them Pay For Trying To Say ...  
YOUR Name Instead of Facing Blame … !!!
  
Well The Game Nowadays Is Getting Worse … !!!
ENOUGH To Make A PREACHER CURSE … !!!!!  
  
Working Away Night Time And Day ...
Just To Get THAT HOLIDAY And HIGHER Pay … !!!  
  
Okay That's GREAT … !!!
But NOT When STRESS Consumes Your Brain … !!!!
  
NO Pay Cheque ...
Can REMOVE That Pain … !!!!!
  
Work's Now A Test That Some Suggest …  
Is Fruitless Worthless And POINTLESS ... !!!!!!
  
By The Time You Get Home ...
You're UP AGAIN … Mind State BLOWN … !!!
Through LACK of Rest In Twilight Zones That Seem ENDLESS …
  
CASH IS … The Goal … !!!!!
But What Do You Know … ?
If Work's A Strain Upon Your Brain …  
NO Amount of Pay Will Keep You Sane …  
  
If Your Working Day …  
Leaves You Feeling Frail And Mentally DRAINED … !!!
  
Many People Now Say That … " Things have changed ! " …
  
Work's NO FUN And Has Become …
A Thing From Which They Want To RUN … !!!
  
That's NOTHING New So I'm Confused ... ?!?
  
Work's Still The SAME ...  
So Have People Now Changed In The Computer Age … ?!?
  
Or ...  
Have They Had A Role To Play In How Some Now Behave … ?!?
  
Quite … A Few Are RUDER Now …  
And Work's Their Cue To FROWN And SCOWL … !!!
  
We Communicate LESS ...  
TOO MUCH Internet ...
And Technological Trends ...
Leave MANY Jobless … !!!!!!
  
Many Now Are … BRAIN DEAD … !!!
  
So ... Try Their Best ...  
To Prove They're Adept …  
When They're CLEARLY INEPT … !!!!
  
Just Observe At Work …  
You Know it's True Cos' You See Them TOO … !!!
  
Or Are My Words Describing … YOU … ?!?
  
Misery It Seems ... FILLS Working Weeks … !!!
Because of Colleagues Whose Abilities WREAK … !!!!
As Much As They DO … When They SPEAK … !!!
  
Companies ... Now FILLED With Sneaks … !!!
From TOP EXECS Who Cash LARGE CHEQUES …  
To Employees Who Are … WORTHLESS …  
Being At Work Is Clearly Causing STRESS ... !!!
  
So Be Careful I Suggest …
With Whose Buttons YOU PRESS … !!!
  
Because You May Get HURT …  
From What Comes Next ... !!!
  
Many Workers Are TENSE ... !!!
So KEEP Your Cool When Dealing With Them … !!!
  
Stay AWAY From The SHARKS In The Office Pool …  
Do What's Smart Look At Them And LAUGH ….. !!!!!
So Having Come This Far I've Got To Ask … ?
  
When You Think of Work … ?
Does It … BRIGHTEN Your Mood … ?
  
Or ….
  
" Is Your Work Now Getting to You ? "