"hires" poems
The President says there is
no better party
than the party his happens to be.
I am dazed and confused
with parochial views
of those " know better" folks in D.C.
He gave us "healthcare"
"It's no tax, this I swear"
But the Court said a tax it must be.
It hires an army of I.R.S. men
to perform fiscal prostectomies.
In my city and state
one can't go off half cocked
They frown on us having a gun.
The outlaws don't care
They're all well armed, I swear.
The rest of us call 9-1-1.
The President says there is
no better party
than the party his happens to be.
I am dazed and confused
with parochial views
of those " know better" folks in D.C..
They take from the workers
to feed those who don't
and call it a democracy
Combined with inflation
and forced confiscation
the buck ain't what it used to be.
The President says there is
no better party
than the party his happens to be.
He'll spend half a billion
in ads on T.V.
to say he knows better than me.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 8:31 AM UTC
Pop bottles. Boxes of them.
The old man brought them home.
He collected them on the construction site, between lifts.
Sometimes it would be days between lifts,
So he filled time collecting bottles.
*Hires, Fanta, Tab, Fresca, 7 Up, Mountain Dew,
Canada Dry*...
Emptied by men, like him, from all over.
What conversations did he have with them
When he picked up the empties.
Did he indulge? He'd have liked Vernors.
Pop bottles were as good as gold.
Large bottles, a nickel: Small, two cents.
He kept us busy, weeding, straightening nails, digging, mixing cement, building fences, painting them, and the house;
Root cellars, garages, additions;
In fair, wet, or hot conditions.
Winter had it's own cuffs.
We'd cash in the bottles at Walker Bros.
Every Sunday he'd leave for weeks,
Up North, to places like Kapuskasing and Hearst.
He must've been thinking about us up there,
Collecting our bottles,
In fair, wet, or hot conditions.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Aww, how sweet,
You always knew
What to do
To make me feel like
Garbage stew,
To make me eat
The poison glue you spew,
To make me drag
My ragged feet
Wherever your
Poisoned heart
Leads you to.
With mine on my sleeve
I keep in tow
And leak from head to toe,
From every swollen pore
The saline flows and
Drips down in
Rivulets to sow
Sterile seeds
And offset
The burning scent
Of cigarettes
In the hair that keeps
Whipping my face
With the pace
Of expanding internet.
Oh well,
I'm all set
With the ********
I'm fine with your
Sense of entitlement,
I'll get by
Without your
"Enlightenment,"
Call it what you want,
It's still just
Getting bent
Getting ******
Getting exactly what you love,
And I bet you'll recount
To me how it went,
With no regard for
What it meant to me,
But my energy is spent
So get to gettin',
Take every cent
From my memory bank,
I'll burn every brain cell
That might have lent
You the time of day
With forty two
Glasses
Of chardonnay
And a few pressed pills
I bought from Kid A,
Don't worry, just chill,
That's not the way
Out things ever play,
More likely I'd wake
up to see your face
Open its mouth
And ******* say
Some ****** up ****
To ruin my day,
But hey,
That's the cycle
I perpetuate,
Cuz Michael
Loves a sparring mate
I guess, not sure, doesn't
Really make much sense,
Especially since
A running mate
Is closer to the figure 8
On it's side that I desire,
Instead I get a cut rate
Liar who equates
Love with
****** desire,
He might make you scream,
But I'll set you on fire.
Either way it seems
You just like to perspire,
Just don't forget that I
Can make you expire
With a call down
The telephone wire
To my Styrofoam supplier,
Nah jk, just being a clown,
Just trying to acquire
Enough sounds and frowns
That I can use for
Funeral pyres
For me and all these new hires,
Unknown girls I can use
To forget her,
The higher the better.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
The president loves to carry on
About his gut and how it guides him.
How can anybody believe
A word of all of his nonsense besides him?
His gut encourages him to lie
And do it while he keeps a straight face.
It helps him create far-fetched stories
To dupe and galvanize his base.
His gut is great at seeking out
The shiftiest autocrats around,
So he can make America
His autocratic proving ground.
It's also very good at distracting
The country from what is REALLY going on--
At how to attract his servile lackeys
While he plays the role of the don.
It helps him to be great at knowing
How to pander to various groups
Such as evangelicals
Who kiss his you-know-what. Oops!
His gut tells him that scientists
Are full of baloney when they proclaim
That global warming is a threat
And humankind is largely to blame.
His gut says illegal voting
Is rampant. Doesn't he find it odd
That experts have found no proof at all
Of widespread voter fraud?
His gut says he hires the best people.
That makes him SO excited.
But how many have left their jobs?
How many have been indicted?
His gut said that he could pay money
To silence affairs and get away with it.
Did his gut let him know
Whether his wife would be okay with it?
His gut tells him that as the leader
He can do what he desires,
Which must include collusion, obstruction
Of justice, and calling dissenters liars.
Yes, I agree: gut feeling
Can be useful at times, BUT
Why can't the president
Start using reason and NOT his gut?
-by Bob B (11-30-18)
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
"I saw what it does to people," you said
with a mixture of disdain and disgust like
you were talking about **** addicts before
and after pictures.
"I hate girlfriends," you said to me after you told me
we weren't going out on Valentines Day because your
ex set you up with someone else and you "have to" go
and who is afraid of Berkeley and all those new idee-ers
The vegan restaurants with rice milk whipped cream
The pleasant outdoor cafes with people learning, studying
the only "Ivy League" public University...
All those things there to open your mind and make you
think differently and you may begin to believe in Global Warming
and even though you don't, those thoughts may haunt you
but I know there are scientists working in labs all over the world trying
to figure out what to do about it ...
Socialism, you are afraid of that too
but what is it when Walmart hands out an application
for public healthcare to all their new hires
since they will never be able to afford their own
and Walmart can't share any money on their behalf
In the Netherlands, mink farms have been outlawed
yet you like to dissect them in your class and
carry around the poor dead skinless creature in
a clear plastic bag around the school
and many of those places prefer to pay the fees
and citations of skinning the animals alive rather than
pay to **** them before skinning
why doesn't that bother you?
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
She rides a badass Harley and she doesn't give a **** about what the neighbors are saying, because she lives her life not worrying about judgements of the image they say she's portraying
But then on the other hand…
She loves bubble baths and babies, flora and fauna, manicures, pedicures and dancing, she likes holding hands and soft gentle kisses and she thinks poetry is totally romancing
But then on the other, other hand…
I've seen her fire a 44 Magnum and i can tell you, her targets are rarely missed
And the way she shifts a standard transmission she says it's done with flick of the wrist
But then on the other, other, other hand...
She speaks very softly with a pretty little voice, and her whisper is enchanting and crisp, her favorite thing is to snuggle real close, and the ways of the philanthropist
But then on the other, other, other, other hand...
She knows how to plow a field for growing, and shes shoveled her share of **** shes not afraid to dress a deep wound, or drink wiskey, or swear, or spit
She manages an office full of egos and divas, she hires and fires at will, and if your stupid you'll threaten her loved ones, shell definitely maime or ****
But…………..
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
bottomless.
I never end.
I never began.
I give
a n d
I will keep on giving.
...
repetitive.
dry.
eternally cloudy skies.
with a chance of rain.
no more sunny days.
simply,
superficial.
reeking of worldly successes.
failing to fail at anything at all.
endless.
listen:
"young. promising. driven."
the truth:
empty. silent. a puppet. puppeteer?
...
drained.
But,
no one can stop me.
no one can save me.
no one can stop me.
no one can save me.
save me.
no one can save me.
no one can save.
no one can.
no one.
bottomless.
I give
a n d
I will keep on giving.
after.
after?
wars.
disappointments.
even after this broken heart.
...
no one hires for the heart.
salary isn't determined by sincerity.
no one can stop me.
no one can save me.
no one can stop me.
no one can save me.
no one.
not.
even.
myself.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 9:27 PM UTC
If anyone hires you for good , It means you are still in a good position ,but If anyone hires you for bad , It means you will get yourself in trouble ... Help wanted is either For good or for bad ... If anyone needs you ,then He will automatically hire you for good ,but If someone does not need you ,then He will not hire you ... Life teaches us many lessons and One of them is displayed as Never kneel down to any job Simply because if they need you ,then They will inevitably hire you ...
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
on her fiftieth birthday our alleged mother hires a driver to remain parked outside an abandoned warehouse. she promises to pay the driver extra if he sees more than two stray beasts and promises further employment if he consciously brings the uglier of the two or more home to his children. we hear offhandedly these things and others
as if we are hidden inside a very large cake.
the driver is an hour deep into the assignment when he notices a barefoot woman flat on her belly scooting across a puddle of oil near the warehouse entrance. the woman is swallowed by the puddle before the driver can call to her or commit her outfit to memory. he says aloud *she was feral and her ******* had to be, by then, bleeding*. it’s christmas morning when the driver comes to and his wife’s sister has this look like she could **** the red from a childhood firehouse. his kids are crying over invisible toys. invisible because our mother touches the future without looking.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
perfect teeth
shine-out
every advertisement
hires a jaw
or two
matched
gleaming through
the inevitable decay
a smiling skull
is all we have
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
You get hired
and fired,
work for nothing
you're tired and
the rent's due on Friday.
You aspire to greatness and
get less and get less until
the mess that you're in becomes
a part of you, in spite of you
trying to get by and why are you dying? and
they fire you again and someone
hires you again and it's tiring again and
the rent's due on Friday.
The day that you die day is Friday and
will be until you see that it's pointless to get
less and stay in the mess that you're in.
So spin the bottle and make the call
open the throttle smash into a wall.
It's about choices I guess,
a mess is less of a mess when you're
trying to clean up
your act.
Isn't cleanliness next to godliness?
on the chess board where the King meets the Queen
the pawns haven't seen the end of it.
So hire me and fire me and wire me the news
don't confuse me with words which I don't often
use,
The rent's due on Friday
if I work I might pay it
or I might stay in bed and
pretend that I'm ill.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
If humankind was just one man
His house would be the world
He'd live on only takeaways
The curtains never furled
His clothing would be shabby
Just a mess of cloth and strings
But on his little finger
Are a dozen diamond rings
The body might be starving
But the pinky hoards its gold
The hunger could be ended
With a single diamond sold
The kitchen could be mended
The gloom made slightly brighter
That's not the pinky's problem
So it holds on even tighter
It hires the other fingers
And one adjacent thumb
To stab the legs repeatedly
And beat the kidneys numb
The body starts to waste away
And much to its surprise
Along with every other thing
The little finger dies
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
New Heights
New hires
No Shows
Yes sires
King Earth
Wealth perth
Owner
Commander an Z
Go Sleep
No Zee
Camps Awake
Clapped Cheeks
Grown Cheech
Alley Cat
Roam the Village
Gun safe racked
Us armed
Bullet proof windows
Kevlar vest
Team on my back
Crest on my chest
Central best
Central west
Paint go bang
Whole city gang
385 million arms
For thy Nation
The Greatest
Who Paved it
We crave it
We beg it
We fight it
We grave it
We write it
We wrote it
Dont Quote it
Quote hit
Numbers climbing
Bodies piling
Bible lying
God ******
So tragic
Face traffic
Cult classic
Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 6:41 AM UTC
His name brings to mind
A besuited baboon
And a **** poor excuse
For a business tycoon
Famous for firing
Much more than he hires
High-heels and boxes
He often requires
Cack handed on twitter
As in real life
If he could, he’d have taken
Himself for a wife
And it seems you can slander
Whomever you choose
When your name is an anagram
Of **** Ragus”
And if I were the tabloids
I’d land a low blow
He’s Polish and Russian
By descent, don’t you know?
But that would be nasty
So I’ll leave it at that
It’s not clever to smear
You arrogant ****
CS*
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
As the world falls asleep,
darkness blankets everyone.
The children warm in their beds,
the lovers happily snuggled against each other,
the new parents hoping to get just one night of peace and quiet,
the old woman who is sleeping alone for the first time in 80 years,
the single father who guiltily hires a nanny to watch his son during the day,
the lost man slumped against a building on a cold winter's night,
they are all covered by the same blanket of dark.
Then why have they yet to notice each other?
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Spoken mouth
Breath of air taken sword
Peaceful leisure
In finding tongue
Counting backwards
Time elapsing
Frustrating lies but
Why catching hires
Flying spies
Holding onto
What was
Once nice
Fire, flies
Sparks
Ignite
From
Mere- Goodbyes
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
Our king-kong sized terrible two has realized
an even more devious way to line the Trump
organized crime family's pockets, he's having
NASA do a trip to Mars in preparation for a
manned landing by some white guy who'll also
be tasked to play golf on the moons too.
RumputiN will throw in a little histoire to
make the photos more appealing to his multi-
millionaire foreign dictator pals: "They're
named after the Greek mythological twin
characters Phobos (panic/fear) and Deimos
(terror/dread) (The Donald's domestic and
foreign policy, respectively), who went with
their father Ares into battle. Ares, god of
war, was known to the Romans as Mars. This
will up the price he can charge them for
renting out the Lincoln bedroom, cafknching,
being the united **** of assassins new motto.
His current fav tool of stealing tax dollas is
still doing genocide, classwar style against
Latinos. He ripped apart 7000 families to
gift overtime, doubletime, more hires, multi-
million dolla private detention center
contracts to republican manned anti-immigrant
Gov't agencies + his lifelong criminal cronies.
These kids are caged, allowed little soap,
showers, running water, food, etc.. Similar
conditions to 40's US internment camps. This
should be one of the articles of impeachment
against him. Dinos, like Nancy 'Chamberlain'
Pelosi, can be scolded if impeachment doesn't
go only forward, for if it's not completed
in the House before the 2020 elections,
RumputiN/vlad-the-impaler may be re-installed
into the Blackhouse by the same conspiracy
that did it in 2016. Viva la evolucion.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
It's Christmastime in Trumplandia.
The halls are decked with boughs of folly,
Ol' Frosty the Snowman is melting,
And sleigh bells are sounding melancholy.
The president has an abundance of hassles:
Ongoing investigations,
Failed attempts at accomplishments,
Embarrassments, and accusations.
He believes his supporting staff
Will help him work out all the kinks
And claims he's the favorite president!
Something is rotten in DC, methinks.
Wondering why he can't wield
More power, he disdains
Anyone who makes an attempt
To open his eyes or pull on his reins.
He'll pick a fight with anyone
Who doesn't give him flattery or praise.
Many devoted staff and supporters
Apparently share the leader's malaise.
Not trusting true experts,
He looks elsewhere for his muse:
At Alex Jones, Hannity,
Or the vicious harpy who haunts Fox News.
He says he hires the best people--
Not!--and knows what's best for the nation.
He's backing a candidate for the Senate
Who's been accused of child molestation.
His organization is raking in dough,
While Trump insists he's breaking no laws.
Why not follow the foreign money?
And what about the emoluments clause?
His favorite world leaders are
Autocrats who aren't so pleasant.
Their mutual butt-kissing will have to
Be their mutual Christmas present.
Santa Trump and his elves in Congress
Are working together in order to dole
Tax breaks out to the wealthiest, while
The rest of us will end up with coal.
Chestnuts won't be roasting on
An open fire this year. No way!
Our winter wonderland's become
A messy winter holiday.
-by Bob B (11-28-17)
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
It's all about our own selfishness,
It's all about our own burning desires.
Nothing is in this world to faith over recklessness,
Nothing is in this world to spark over furious fires.
Sparing the moment for sake of happiness,
Sparing the years for ignorance of peace that hires.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
call it, cell division restrictions
with heavy implications
on age limit correlations
old and decrepit
one day your fingers will become brittle sticks
wrapped inconsistently in thin wrinkly papers
approaching uselessness
every page gets turned slower
understood less and less often
as everything begins to be forgotten
watch out now
here comes genomic instability
aka the road to an old death
or a cancerous death
or a radiation death
maybe a chemical death
or from sharp metal or heavy stone
perhaps from the claws
or teeth
of another clever beast
(an inaudible noise)
whatever's clever, it's all ******* death
when it starts...
it progresses (pray for quickness)
please dear
have a little neurodegeneration
with that
it won't matter, you'll forget
and **** your pants
eventually
maybe she's born with it
maybe it's recombinational DNA repair error
either way we're all on our own way into cyclic deficiencies of repair
that night shift mr. fix it staff
the stupid intern who makes the copies
gets the coffee
eventually, the manager hires his nephew
and outsources the night shift to mental patients
things then start to unravel
as all things fall apart
sometimes it's exogeny
other times from within
endogenous like
anyway, it's all "whatever"
("it's not a tuma!")
these things that are eventual, tend to be tragic
universally so
the upper limit to individual "forever's"
this could be law
when that which you cannot see stops doing what you cannot believe
you tend to die
and everything has it's time to die
everyone of us becomes due in time
to become one spectacle of a tragedy
or another
like you've never seen before
like you would never believe
until it happens to you...
when you go,
when you hear,
ha... that,
(inaudible sound)
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
an arrogant conductor hires me for a show
it’s a cultural exchange, as we’re from different tribes
he gives me guitar music, a D chord with 4 staves
i ask him how he wants it played
"as it’s written!"
but the 4 bare slashes tell me nothing
it’s like working in a restaurant
and getting an order for chicken
"how you want this chicken?"
"follow the recipe!"
and the recipe is a picture of a chicken
so i cook it the way i like it
basted with latin flavor
oh, he’s ****** after the show
but the audience eats it up
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC