"impolitic" poems - Hello Poetry

I sing of life at state expense a state devoid of common sense addicted to obesity impolitic in body weight yet headed for austerity as other people’s money ends plebeian class-revolt transcends our bureaucratic history. They stack the monthly welfare decks complain the service second-rate those sullen clients, thankless louts pajama-clad with tattooed pouts whose girlfriends swell while babies cry; the fathers mumble, sagging high and wait in lines. The women try to fool the lunar period conceptions waxing myriad while teenage dads discover *** and social workers cash the checks the daily urban nightmare is enough to scare a nation broke in clouds of marijuana smoke: the cashless global mystery. The breeders born in tropic lands are tempted till they take the bait no baby-momma understands what family means, what life demands Your undertakers overstate in order to remunerate your Democratic history: a bankrupt urban mystery the not-so-Great Society. The ghetto sperm-donation ploy makes babies but maintains the boy to run around from mom to mom slow-motion population bomb as if to merely demonstrate that social program funders wait till number-crunchers aggravate the urban teenage welfare state.

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC

connecthook

Farewell, Welfare

I sing of life at state expense a state devoid of common sense addicted to obesity impolitic in body weight yet headed for austerity as other people’s money ends plebeian class-revolt transcends our bureaucratic history. They stack the monthly welfare decks complain the service second-rate those sullen clients, thankless louts pajama-clad with tattooed pouts whose girlfriends swell while babies cry; the fathers mumble, sagging high and wait in lines. The women try to fool the lunar period conceptions waxing myriad while teenage dads discover *** and social workers cash the checks the daily urban nightmare is enough to scare a nation broke in clouds of marijuana smoke: the cashless global mystery. The breeders born in tropic lands are tempted till they take the bait no baby-momma understands what family means, what life demands Your undertakers overstate in order to remunerate your Democratic history: a bankrupt urban mystery the not-so-Great Society. The ghetto sperm-donation ploy makes babies but maintains the boy to run around from mom to mom slow-motion population bomb as if to merely demonstrate that social program funders wait till number-crunchers aggravate the urban teenage welfare state.

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*Tongues of flame ravenously lick Every inch of her and everything in contact With her is lit aflame and maybe that’s quite impolitic As it’s inconveniencing with a tendency to distract. Well, as beings fidget and squirm in impassioned Ecstasy she nonchalantly goes about her business In slow haste completely indifferent to the ‘fashioned’ Whirlpool of raging emotion she’s stirred in acute finesse Qualities that constitute an ensemble of a femme fatale Most of her actions defy most established forms of rationale And presumably, she could have gone through the rigmarole Of dressing up she’s certain she’ll slay heart and soul A splash of color and valor And discretion’s sidelined, she glows with glamour.*

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Jun 11, 2016

Jun 11, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC

enigma-1

Lady in red.

*Tongues of flame ravenously lick Every inch of her and everything in contact With her is lit aflame and maybe that’s quite impolitic As it’s inconveniencing with a tendency to distract. Well, as beings fidget and squirm in impassioned Ecstasy she nonchalantly goes about her business In slow haste completely indifferent to the ‘fashioned’ Whirlpool of raging emotion she’s stirred in acute finesse Qualities that constitute an ensemble of a femme fatale Most of her actions defy most established forms of rationale And presumably, she could have gone through the rigmarole Of dressing up she’s certain she’ll slay heart and soul A splash of color and valor And discretion’s sidelined, she glows with glamour.*

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Life of millennials are so juvenile A day they walk down the stars A night they run through a beaconof light Encircled by a drape concealing darkness To baffle those minds with no clue left aside With no hope to survive Either to curb those filthy signs Or to get chucked in broad daylight Is this how those spotless minds Keep their body & soul together With lies and iniquity all together . Life's so miserable and impolitic All we do around is so hasty With a bunch of ethics to live by All we do to turn Equality upside-down With a flock of literates heading through Under the norms of monestry All we do to be a cannibal out of misery Is this how we dream of a paradise, Where there's no humane ilk left in human minds. What if a girl wants to live her life And breathe the air under no ties What if a lassie wants to be a bit sassy, To fulfill every yearnings that come by And to be around those masses Who makes her feel devine. What if a wife wants to outlive that happiness Which she craves round-the-clock Even after she pampers indubitably Every requisite her spouse endures. No matter what she contemplates, Alas! Those desires land to oblivion. This generation never fails to stagger Even if she suffers and serves Every needs of a man that deserves And ease his pique even if he resents. But a man never blunders to let her guard down Frowns like a ruffian who got on the loose Hit & slap her as if she's the lost cause All he does to take control Over his priceless possession As if he enslaved a jailbird in his mudhole. This mankind never rue Slapping someone without a clue Even if there's no rationale to go through. Such a despisal is hard to ponder Even if a girl neither hold out against Nor cross swords against those odds Till there's nothing left to lose. Maybe it's high time, One should stand audacious to those crimes To stand tall against the ferocity That beholds million lives Maybe it's time, To let go of those henious folks That make their life miserably unknown And oppose against those slaps That make them devour, As everyone's one and the same In the eyes of the impartial law.

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Jun 9, 2020

Jun 9, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC

dghosh25

SLAP

Life of millennials are so juvenile A day they walk down the stars A night they run through a beaconof light Encircled by a drape concealing darkness To baffle those minds with no clue left aside With no hope to survive Either to curb those filthy signs Or to get chucked in broad daylight Is this how those spotless minds Keep their body & soul together With lies and iniquity all together . Life's so miserable and impolitic All we do around is so hasty With a bunch of ethics to live by All we do to turn Equality upside-down With a flock of literates heading through Under the norms of monestry All we do to be a cannibal out of misery Is this how we dream of a paradise, Where there's no humane ilk left in human minds. What if a girl wants to live her life And breathe the air under no ties What if a lassie wants to be a bit sassy, To fulfill every yearnings that come by And to be around those masses Who makes her feel devine. What if a wife wants to outlive that happiness Which she craves round-the-clock Even after she pampers indubitably Every requisite her spouse endures. No matter what she contemplates, Alas! Those desires land to oblivion. This generation never fails to stagger Even if she suffers and serves Every needs of a man that deserves And ease his pique even if he resents. But a man never blunders to let her guard down Frowns like a ruffian who got on the loose Hit & slap her as if she's the lost cause All he does to take control Over his priceless possession As if he enslaved a jailbird in his mudhole. This mankind never rue Slapping someone without a clue Even if there's no rationale to go through. Such a despisal is hard to ponder Even if a girl neither hold out against Nor cross swords against those odds Till there's nothing left to lose. Maybe it's high time, One should stand audacious to those crimes To stand tall against the ferocity That beholds million lives Maybe it's time, To let go of those henious folks That make their life miserably unknown And oppose against those slaps That make them devour, As everyone's one and the same In the eyes of the impartial law.

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By: Cedric McClester He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** Because he thinks the rest of us Really must be sick To try to find the answers Though there’s not one broomstick He’s calling it a witch-hunt Like he’s Jesus on the crucifix He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** A world class narcissist Who’ll hurl an insult quick He’s mired in the muck But it seems to never stick Though it’s catching up with him If you do the arithmetic He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** Who’s knee deep in his **** And it’s very thick He’s gonna choke, or drown You can make your pick The investigations everywhere Are on the uptick He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** It’s an understatement To call him impolitic A garden variety con-man Who’s slippery and slick But the Eastern District charges Like Krazy Glue will stick Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC

cedric-mcclester

CLEARLY HE’S A ****

By: Cedric McClester He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** Because he thinks the rest of us Really must be sick To try to find the answers Though there’s not one broomstick He’s calling it a witch-hunt Like he’s Jesus on the crucifix He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** A world class narcissist Who’ll hurl an insult quick He’s mired in the muck But it seems to never stick Though it’s catching up with him If you do the arithmetic He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** Who’s knee deep in his **** And it’s very thick He’s gonna choke, or drown You can make your pick The investigations everywhere Are on the uptick He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** It’s an understatement To call him impolitic A garden variety con-man Who’s slippery and slick But the Eastern District charges Like Krazy Glue will stick Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.

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