"furloughed" poems
Reckless habbits destroy the dying chance for children.
Worthless yells wont be heard.
Because we shutndown our compassion.
Over eight hundread thousand mortgages,
Double the car payments,
Tripple tuition,
And end homeland security.
We shut down.
I **** you not we had to do it.
I can scream
I can say spending went to far.
But I wont get recalled
because my aid was furloughed.
Im a ***** an orange *****
Ill kiss vetrens.
Ill find ways to open
the gates I closed.
Im captain of this ship.
And I will fix anything that
Leaks with red tape.
Wait till october.
Because ill show you
who the teorist really are.
I want equality for every
minimum wage worker
in kentucky. I need your vote for
2016. My name Is independemce.
Im the ******* who couldnt
represent a bad fart. Ill blame obama,
Ill fake my death before ever realizing
Ideals make ****** outcomes.
Your family will raise their family.
While my family pinches grapes off
of trees everyone else sweated for.
Ill promise people wine. But im really
just a sour cup of juice. Im your snivelling congressman.
And I had nothing to do with incompliance.
Im just trying to make a point. And I still get paid even
when we pretend.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
Hard frost and treacherous footing.
Nobody wanting to admit
that the new year
tastes an awful lot
like the old year.
None of our heroes
have been supernaturally resurrected.
There's the same
rank toxicity to our fears.
The jaunty carnival of ****** and maiming
continues unabated.
Death remains as senseless.
The corridors of power
are still slippery with slug trails and viscera,
and all the janitors have been
indefinitely furloughed.
It's cold, and
the bus is late again.
Still we persist in believing that
today will be different to yesterday,
that all those wrongs will be righted,
that the proper order - as we each individually, as
thin-skinned gods of our own personal
nuclear universes, perceive it -
will be perennially restored,
the buses will all
run on time,
and no one good
will ever die again.
But the truth is, this year
tastes an awful lot like
the old year.
I could be wrong, I guess.
Maybe everything will
turn out
fine.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
I find it hard to sit.
Thoughtless, apathetic.
Surrounded by fallacies and pointless ****
I find it hard to stand.
Busy but never looking.
Engulfed by the preys and glories of a false plan.
I find it hard to stay idle.
Furloughed, and in hibernation.
Swayed by the indirect emphasis of the untrue idol
I find it hard to lay down.
Destroyed through depression.
Kicked below and wearing the most soiled of gowns.
I rise to accept
That all is not well and that these hands will work and bring balance again
I rise because action
Is all that we have and these demons will close in unless faith and courage combine to ascend.
We all have wings. We all are angels. Take flight.
If you should fail,
Take flight more than once to find the soul whose protection,your presence, was meant for.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
There is a bankrupt government
Down in Washington D.C
A petty despot is presiding
from sea to shining sea.
The Senate is dysfunctional
The House perhaps is worse-
Obsessed with banning *** acts
That they hadn't thought of first.
They furloughed the non- essentials-
Eight hundred thousand out the door.
Had they looked around the chamber
They could find five hundred more!
They’ll be no negotiations
As they fight over the purse
We’ll pay fines or buy insurance
Affordable care-my ***
A President elected
Largely based upon his skin
Will be followed by a woman
With more baggage than an INN
A bigger group of hypocrites
I hope never to see
Than this Congress full of Baboons
Posturing on T.V.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
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for you i am a tequila sunrise;
for you i am heartbeat panging
through the pages
of schoolgirl crush notebook.
kissing crux of neck bone crest collar,
soft and warm as morning bread.
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you are at least 6′ tall.
i blink.
* . * i am sure. ⊹
. ⨀ i say: starlight you are sunshine ✧ .
and i love you like buttercups.
i write you sonnets and give you heartbeat
✧ gift wrapped in its parchment.
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⋆
you grow 10′ taller.
you are menace and
i am mouse.
i tell you i am falling from your eyelash.
* you grow larger. 20′ tall now.
. •· 13 miles you crest everest. ⋱ .
i go to hold your hand
but i’m a lonely golden pebble.
you ask the clouds a favor;
to blow their wind and push you away.
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you are leaving.
i will stay.
i tell you i need you.
i feel nothing. ·•
⁖ •․ i am in the stratosphere; floating * .
i am a helium balloon
and you are shrinking.
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⋆ you are dusking sunset .
. through bleary eye slits .
and it is getting cold here.
⋰ star sparkle my vision sun sinking .
º backlit dropping…
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◐ • you are · ˚ ✷.
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… my lover? ⊹
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· ˚ ⊹. you are · º
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˚ ⁕ …my height now. ·•
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no.
you are smaller.
✧ you are sprawling pacific ocean. *
whole life ahead of you.
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i am drifting alone.
i still love you.
* · . you are orange melodrama, ⊹ . ·
you are marmalade paintings
on still-life ocean surface.
you are the west
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✧ and i am gone.
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every constellation becomes a new map evolving
and i am only marrow
you can see right through me.
i am an open book and you are diary entry.
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startling the starlings with my stories.
∗i regale earth’s ******* mud, her jewel weeds,
dandelion wish clouds,
and the way you kept together everything.
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furloughed like an arrow.
you sentenced me to no-thing.
bone marrow bow flung me
with the bow crafted of my own heart strings.
sorry. i couldn’t make it to the moon by morning.
i hope the darkness wasn’t so bad.
i hope you missed me.
–six pm | *furloughed
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
~
Girl You Know It’s True
Your hair looks terrible
Don’t blame it on Lorraine
Your furloughed hairdresser
Blame It On The Rain
And Lorraine
Girl I’m Gonna Miss You
~
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 1:40 PM UTC
Friday afternoon trying to get home.
On down this dusty road, I must roam.
Barstools and Banjos on the radio.
Moccasin Creek kicking hick-hop flow.
Windows down in my pick-up truck.
Behind this 18 wheeler I am stuck.
Heavy traffic on the oil field road.
Off till Monday, I'm furloughed.
Pretty wife and a couple kids.
In the front yard on my cooler lid.
It’s full of beer and the charcoals hot.
To grill some redfish I had caught.
Couple months ago in the bay.
Gonna be one hella buffet.
Friends are coming with *** luck.
Ready to grill this corn in the shuck.
Beer is flowing and the food is good.
Send the kids to start gathering wood.
Bonfire burning and were feeling great.
Sitting around on an old milk crate.
All of a sudden the cops show up.
Their off duty just want to fill a cup.
Laughing and talking old times.
Feeling this good ought to be a crime.
All of the kids have gone to sleep.
I pray this great feeling, I can keep.
Pretty wife and I, are headed to bed.
Make a little love and rest our heads
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
January thirteenth two thousand
and nineteen will complete
mine third score orbitz round the sun,
who as a youth evinced
demure and effete
traits, and now weathered, Ongepatshket,
and plenty seasoned,
I feel ready to greet
a garrulous, humorous, and indecorous
Shikse for an indiscreet
liaison, where she will
get reddit to shutterfly,
and twitter like an uber keet
oozing with NON GMO
gluten and monosodium
glutimate saccharine dripping
with au naturale oversweet
ample ***** shapely waist,
and derriere replete
with plenty of junk in the trunk
cavorting, flirting, and issuing manumission
to fraternize, friskily frolic
fruitfully mixing bedlam with bunk
sundering politesse as a "FAKE",
gentlemanly, and honorable hunk,
when in truth,...this lapsed (Lou Zoo Lee)
christened nebish lunk
bookish, loutish, and wonkish teasing
seminarian formerly seclusive monk
keying into my inner philanderer,
yeah...yeah...yeah overdrunk
with prurient fantasies donning an imitation
of (guess who), one
narcissistic trumpeting punk
at heart my idol, no matter the teetering
ship of state he nearly countersunk,
which purportedly mirrors
his Wharton curriculum vitae,
which...well showed he nearly did flunk
apprenticed as POTUS with
FLOTUS attractive trophy
wife (number three) female chunk
and,...oh yes aesthetically
pleasing female real estate
from appearances marriage
barren and devoid of great
je nais sais quois,
though Melania rarely irate,
and partial government shutdown of late
reverberating with fallout, that does oscillate
furloughed federal employees to perspire
principally at increased amortization rate.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC