"lawsuits" poems
perfunctory actions
zombie habits
sheep normalcy
blindly following the cud chewers
lemmings fall to their deaths
slowly
genetically engineered crops
dusted with pharmaceutical poison
laced with irradiated petroleum pesticides
fed to the babies of the poor –
wealthy voyeurs eagerly tune-in
as the impoverished masses rot
for viewing pleasure
leisurely strolling across manicured lawns
those in power scoff at the growing spectacle
unaware that the cake is stale
and the masses smell blood –
hurriedly, accountants shuffle tax rates
mix those with interest credit
season it with mortgage fees
and serve it on wall street
place mats
taking stock of stock market gains
gamblers do double gainers off high rises
adding to the flesh being consumed by the under class
under classed –
underclassmen, underpaid, stretch under ware elastic
as waistlines expand with the debt ceiling
both symbolizing the slow decline of
the American dream
screaming into the sewer
fewer eyes look back as disease dulls the iris
loss of the inner shine
glowing reflection of living organisms
fading as the day
slips into the blue-black –
night falls on a nation of imbeciles
brain dead patients
broken by depression and weight-loss scams
hearts crying out for care
personal and compassionate
instead are met with sterile robotics
and sanitary “C” students dressed in white
fearful of lawsuits
and spiders
they prescribe to symptoms
without knowing insurance number 87319A23-S1
is a human being, just like them
also living in fear
of the same establishment –
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman, Kornfeld, and Lang
Was originally supposed be a three-day music festival, and up it sprang
But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled
With drugged up hippies that would overrun, and with this idea they were not thrilled
With many battles and protests, Wallkill passed a law on July 2, 1969 banning
The would be concert from going forward leaving the town quite less enchanting
Almost not getting off the ground, hippies all over demanding refunds for their tickets
Stepping forward, Max Yasgur offered his 600-acre dairy farm so no one would picket
The new location for the Woodstock Festival would be Bethel, New York
No one from the other town would not have complaints or come uncorked
Despite the many problems of people threatening to quit
Woodstock got off the ground despite things still being chit
This concert was poorly planned with two major setbacks, as news spread that it was free
There were congestion of cars that policeman had to turn away, for as far as one could see
Organizers lost huge amounts of money while hippies walked through gates without paying
But it was estimated that 500,000 people made it to the concert and they came in swaying
The music seemed to play non-stop as people sat and listened and some would play
It was very muddy from all the rain of what it did from much of the concert everyday
Listening to greats such as Creedence Clearwater Revival, Santana, Jimi Hendrix, Sweetwater
Can’t forget, Grateful Dead, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Jefferson Airplane and Ten Years After
The concert ended and picking up the pieces began, that wasn't just the trash that was left behind
It was the lawsuits that many filed against the organizers since beginning to end put many in a bind
The greatest music festival in history later put to a movie that is divine
Something that will forever be talked about from the summer of 1969
Copyright 2013
All Rights Reserved
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
It's like I know I don't fit in
I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here
With the suits and the boots and the people who have roots
My history's lawsuits and bootprints and long hard routes
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
There is no better way
to do heavy lifting
than with a machine
or perform countless repetitive tasks
or manufacture microscopic objects
or handle toxic substances
or fly across an ocean
or accomplish a variety of
actions that humans
can't or won't do
And we rely on machines
to do what we tell them
when and where
and how and why
we decide
without fail
and without error
Machines outperform
humans for such purposes
and are more reliable,
consistent and
cost-effective as well
They do require maintenance
and spare parts
but nothing like health care
and benefits that humans demand
And they can be upgraded
or replaced without fear
of lawsuits or labor unions
or semiautomatic rifles and
sacks full of magazines
They are almost perfect
and better than humans
in many ways
But they can't laugh
or cry or sing
the way we do
they can't get angry
or sad or happy
or feel emotion
the way we do
they can't love
or break your heart
the way we do
and they can't
make you feel
the way you do
when you come home
from work and your
daughter comes
running to the door
shouting, "Daddy's home!!!!!!"
Not in a million years
So humans are actually
far better than machines
in the ways that matter
and the imperfections,
shortcomings, idiosyncrasies,
flaws in our character, mistakes
we make and an endless list
all prove that we are human
and capable of all these
things that machines
can't or won't do
And I am thankful
that I am not some
perfect, error free
switch-on-switch-off
low maintenance
obedient, emotionless
and highly repetitive
tool that strives
to be a machine
because I would rather
take pride in mistakes
I make and be human
especially when
I come home
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
for most of the scholars, the future is the stressor
SATs, ACTs, grades, extracurriculars, college apps, jobs
when given notice, anyone can prepare for and deal with a challenge
when one's worries consist only of the future, one is blessed, not cursed
when life is "how can I get through this" instead of "how will I get through that"
it's a problem.
best math student in the school, but he still can't solve the everyday problem
mom dad divorce boyfriend alcoholism violence lawsuits counseling
too many terms, it's unfactorable, it's unfair, this wasn't in the textbook now it's on the test and I can't get a 100
I thought being perfect was the only way?
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
To make a thong story short
an oxymoron of grand proportions
**** ladies underwear
sold by women haters
lawsuits are pending
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
We're going to need lawyers
all of us
everyone hates everyone
and there's going to be lawsuits
and paternity suits
wear your grey suit.
best tie
walk tall into the courtroom and then leave.
disheveled, with your hands behind your back
and a police escort
and never walk again
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 8:25 PM UTC
I just received a letter of warning
From the people of PETA no doubt
Informing me they've seen my new picture
I think the chicken must have ratted me out
Well you can rest cause I can assure you
In the picture no poultry was harmed
And the chicken also was taken
From a free range organic natural farm
The letter held all the usual jargon
About lawyers and lawsuits and such
It's not like the chicken was wasted
After filming I had her over for lunch
So let me tell all you people at PETA
Don't get your ******* all up in a ***
Right after my head she laid, I supplied the Preparation H
Then carried her gently to the chopping block
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
Inflating
It’s growing and pulsating
With every angered shriek and hurtful outburst
The hideous words echoing in the room
Retaliation after retaliation
What is peace in a household?
What is happiness in a marriage?
Words of cops and lawsuits
Disrespect and money
I’m not really sure “where the love” is anymore
Can the Black Eyed Peas darken my eyes so I cannot see my parents committing this crime
A sin of a fairytale broken
Reality tokens
All in this gambling game of marriage
Except there is no winning, no giving up
Only losing
Losing love, losing hope, losing peace
It’s growing and pulsating
This ache inside my head from the echoes on the walls
It’s inflating
Maybe that’s why my forehead is so large
Just reactions of overthinking
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
your eyes are red like youve been crying but i know youve just been
trying to pour the ocean into your blown pupils.
you told me they were so dark because they were
burned from all the salt you rubbed into them.
you told me they were wide to find the
untouched valleys inside me,
virginal land, unsullied by
the eyes of man.
ha.
ha.
honestly,
i wish i could say theres so much more to me left undiscovered,
unknown by all those who claimed to love me but, no, they
always discover the same
******* things
that arent even ******* there.
you discover that i'm broken,
a delicate flower of a poet,
whose feelings are gentle eggshells crushed by the hand of life.
discover depths of emotion safeguarded by an iron shell,
"discover" that i just want to be loved,
is this some sort of sick ******* joke.
im not a ******* eggshell, im not ******* broken,
life hasnt shattered me. life will not shatter me. life has given me calluses hard as stone.
i will live to be old and crooked and sagging,
wearing a full suit of armor,
i will die old and withered.
when emotion catches in my throat,
i rip it out like multicolored scarves,
like a magic trick.
just because i dont choke you with the fabric
doesnt make it any less real.
i dont just want to be loved. i dont need
your love. youre not saving me when you look at me like
your favorite broken doll.
i don't just want to be loved.
i am already loved. i am overflowing with the love i have received,
i am full to the brim, my cup runneth over, i dont need you.
i don't just want to be loved. do you know what i want?
i want you to look at me and not see
the living embodiment of a metaphor,
a walking love poem, a verse in a poem you memorized and mimicked
instead of writing your own,
i could rip your lungs out through your mouth, i dont think you realize
what my body is capable of,
even if my mind is weak.
if i could stop thinking youd be dead on the floor
before i took a ******* breath.
i am not for you.
i am not writing for you,
i am writing to remember how to fall asleep without dreaming about soulmates-turned-strangers
and friends pulling out my teeth.
i am not dreaming for you.
i am not bleeding for you.
i am not for you.
i am not yours.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
We grew the earth, grew it around us and grew into it.
We grew into pairs of shoes after pairs of shoes
and we grew into our names.
We learnt to tie the laces of our shoes
and to tie our tongues around our names,
and the names of other things, other people,
and around other people's tongues.
We planted our cultures, cultivated them,
and they blossomed into traditions
and stereotypes and generalisations and rituals.
We broke in our shoes, broke the ice,
broke our voices, broke promises.
We broke glasses, hearts and bones.
We built hierarchies, looked up, looked down, bowed down.
We broke down into dictatorships and demonstration.
We found solutions like democracy
and diplomas and delegated.
We fixed fountains and freight trains
and falling trees in the forest and faucets that leaked.
We formed partnerships, made promises,
pledged to parties for both politics and both parents.
We made marriage and then we annulled, we divorced.
We fabricated the faiths that we fed on.
We invented stopwatches, reality television,
pedicures, lampshades, philosophy,
greenhouses, dictionaries, exclusivity,
feng shui, hand-holding, ****** medication,
street art, lawsuits, lingerie, car boot sales,
snow days, karaoke, comics, psychics,
boarding schools, toast, baseball, psychiatry,
bird-watching, plaid, research, stag nights,
slasher movies, salads, and interventions.
We wanted and we wished and we waited
and we wanted for more.
We were growing faster than we invented.
We were outgrowing ourselves
and our earth
and our shoes
and our names.
We forgot what we had found and fixed and formed.
We broke down and went broke.
We are waiting to invent a new way we can fix ourselves.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Stand firm.
Stay true
When you say Merry Christmas and offenders wants to hit you with lawsuits.
Other religious wants to celebrate theirs.
As if you must adjust yours.
Long before others started to cry and complain.
Saying Merry Christmas ranks close to saying Happy Birthday.
Stand your ground.
Stand behind your voice.
If they can celebrate theirs.
Then you can celebrate yours.
Say, Merry Christmas, but don't forsake this season's more about the Lord.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
I'm more like a T-Rex then you know
(That shit's subliminal)
(__)
(-_-)
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Rex
noun
noun: Rex; plural noun: Rexes
the reigning king (used following a name or in the titles of lawsuits, e.g., Rex v. Jones: the Crown versus Jones).
Origin: Latin literally ‘king.
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R.E.X
Reverse Engineered Xenogeneic
*****************************
Tyrannosaurus, carnivorous.
Yet a florist, I live with this
I ran with horses, gorillas, dinosaurs and greasy chicks.
******* hoes and typical females to ,but I mean the dudes that be on that ***** made ****
...
Restart That
...
Tyrannosaurus, I'm carnivorous.
To a Brontosaurus that's herbivorous.
Prehistoric cave men, fossils now.
No religiousness
I know what I speak about, theirs knowledge backing this quick written ink.
Facts of life that solidify your place when I throw you a dis.
Disgrace
The Jurassic period is every time I walk out my door.
Your a God **** ***** and ill **** you up like I did your ***** after you got mad that night and called her a *****
Imma stop right here because I don't even feel like I have to rhyme against you no more.
said **** it,
I ****** her,
**** this,
and
**** you.
not one **** was given that day I ran up and swung on you
...
Restart That
...
I'm a Tyrannosaurus.
I'm Carnivorous.
And I do got hands,
I know you believe in this.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
It’s the bottom of your Liter
And you’re feeling little pain.
You stopped with friends on Baker Street
to get out of the rain.
London has a winter chill
That seeps into your bones.
So many people live here
Yet you feel so all alone.
The bottle lies beside you
And you fairly reek of Gin.
You muse is tugging on your sleeve
impatient to begin.
You long to live a simpler life-
perhaps a piece of land.
A place out in the country
with your woman close at hand.
But that’s not going to happen
There’s the trouble with the band.
Lawsuits flying back and forth
with unreasonable demands.
The alcohol helps dull the pain
of a lifetime of regret.
No one said it would be easy
And life’s not finished with you yet.
So you try to get two hours sleep
And you need a shower bad.
You’re heading back to Glasgow
For the best Sax you ever had.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
WHERE IS THE IRONY IN A BROKEN HEART MY DEAR AND WHERE IS THE ANALOGY HIDDEN BEHIND THE MOMENT YOUR ARMS BROKE BECAUSE YOU HELD ME TOO TIGHT AND WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAID I WOULD LEAVE (just pack up my bags and go, how could i do such a thing) BECAUSE YOU KNOW I NEVER COULD NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED I FEEL I WOULD LOSE MY CORNEAS IF I DIED BECAUSE I HAVE EYES ONLY FOR YOU AND IF I LOST SIGHT OF US FOR ONLY A MOMENT THEY WOULD DETACH IN A SICK FORM OF PUNISHMENT SPEAKING OF INCARCERATION DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD GIVE US NEIGHBORING CELLS AND MAYBE EVEN ADJACENT NOOSES ON THE GALLOWS BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW WE ARE GUILTY OF FEAR OF THE FUTURE THE HIGHEST CRIME OF ALL EVERYONE IS GUILTY BUT NO ONE WANTS TO ACCUSE ANOTHER BECAUSE LAWSUITS COST TOO MUCH WHEN YOU'RE ALREADY CONDEMNED I GUESS WE'RE BOTH FATED TO BE SENTENCED THEN TO CONTINUE THIS AFFAIR MEANS WALKING ARM IN ARM TOWARD CERTAIN DOOM BUT IF YOU'RE BY MY SIDE I KNOW I'LL MAKE IT TO THE END WITH A SMILE SPLITTING MY FACE (like broken ice on a late March lake when it is just getting warm enough to step onto a thin patch and plunge into cessation's grasp prematurely and lost my grasp on your hand) BUT LOVE IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR A DEATH WISH OR A WARRANT FOR YOUR ARREST NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT MAY SEEM SO BECAUSE I CAN SEE YOUR DEMISE COMES FROM A LACK OF AFFECTION OF ATTENTION AND I CAN SEE IT DOES NOT COME FORM ME DRAGGING YOU UNDER BUT FROM ME LETTING GO YOU FLOATED INTO THE ETHEREAL (the luminescent the clouds) AND DISAPPEARED BY YOUR OWN HAND AND IT IS FOR THIS I ONLY HALF-RELUCTANTLY STAY
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Oh eager member,
how you make a mess of things,
turning long hugs into lawsuits,
adding inches of distance
between closer moments.
You make getting up to leave
a dance between the couch and door.
Stealing what I’m sure is precious blood
flow from my brain, you grow without
regards to your destination. I’ll call you
rube, scrub, and newbie, ****** *****
because you can make a mess
of even holding hands,
but most often,
just my pants.
Sincerely,
What should be blushing cheeks.
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 5:38 PM UTC
DOES it feel like to be in love with you as a punishment? I repeatedly appealed, requesting that this verdict be exacerbated and expanded.
Does it feel to love you as a prisoner? I am happy that you are a warden who is never far from my lockup.
Does it feel to love you as a kind of forgiveness? I do not care, love still love, no matter proven guilty or free from lawsuits.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
It’s the bottom of your Litre
And you’re feeling little pain.
You stopped with friends on Baker Street
to get out of the rain.
London has a winter chill
That seeps into your bones.
So many people live here
Yet you feel so all alone.
The bottle lies beside you
And you fairly reek of Gin.
You muse is tugging on your sleeve
impatient to begin.
You long to live a simpler life-
perhaps a piece of land.
A place out in the country
with your woman close at hand.
But that’s not going to happen
There’s the trouble with the band.
Lawsuits flying back and forth
with unreasonable demands.
The alcohol helps dull the pain
of a lifetime of regret.
No one said it would be easy
And life’s not finished with you yet.
So you try to get two hours sleep
And you need a shower bad.
You’re heading back to Glasgow
For the best Sax you ever had.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Notice, nobody hardly cries discrimination against Asians stores?
When it's apparent from appearances they only hire their own.
Pay attention?
Notice, many hardly cries foul about India's citizens companies that's family's run employee makeup.
It just seems to be when white.
Yes, pay attention.
Many foreigners from certain regions holds truth to this more.
It's just lawsuits brought against certain peoples.
Yes, pay attention.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Contagious Infospores infect
the wild, wild internet west.
Apparently the worst is the best
that some can do.
The goal, to make truth suspect--
to interject
theories of conspiracies.
Connect, connect, don’t inspect
too closely.
It’s mostly
slander to create fear,
garbled and unclear
to avoid lawsuits
(which doesn’t seem to be working).
Fat toad preys on weak minds
who can’t be bothered to analyze
information and facts.
They prefer hysterical attacks.
It's easier to fear and hate
than digest cause and effect, and accept ineluctable fate--
than to consider responsibility,
mistakes and liability.
It’s simpler when it’s all a plot
by the powerful to persecute you
(as if they have nothing better to do).
And to remember that people whom you fear and hate
are people not unlike you.
26 dead people didn’t disappear.
They are in the ground, and in the hearts and minds
of those who are living, here.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
.i've had enough... i'm hijacking this linguistic shit-show, formerly identified as the English-language.
don't talk to a drunk
in an attempt of
sobering his opinions,
without first engaging
in his dialectic.
god knows...
he might start
*spreschen
deutsche,
bis sie*.
and whatever antagonism
exists for the English,
you can only counter
it with a Zeppelin...
covert for:
saying something
in German;
i see no other way
to manage this country...
thank god and the almighty
that i didn't bed
even one of their women /
lawsuits...
thank god, and the almighty...
given...
why would a god bore himself
with an omni-
prefix in all the existing realms...
when...
his creation is grounded
upon luck, or chance,
i.e. gambling?
what a waste in terms of
making an observation,
being summoned
qua omni: as being all,
powerful, cited,
etc etc.
more like the ******** tickle of
qua et cetera...
*ein, oder zwei
wörter im deutsche...
das ist, alle;
jetzt,
das ist von etwas nutzen*.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Lawsuits after lawsuits
Protest after protest only slow the situation down.
Where you find state courts offering their views?
Until the federal courts comes alone and over rule.
In, a changing .
That some groups refuses to adapt too.
The rotating of this world won't wait for you.
Bright minds that placed in power to rule honestly.
Finds , many quickly to disagree with you.
Whether it was desegregation of the schools?
Justice that made abortion legal.
Long before then it was done in close quarters.
History, if ever spotlighted with truth.
With point out a perspective even worst than many ever knew.
Any injustice by any hate group.
Soon with face justice from the mess they do.
The religious zealots needs sin to survive.
There's never be a perfect church on this earth at anytime.
For if there was racism wouldn't exist.
And in church, is where we see most of this?
Same *** presently is the biggest debate.
And many of us know, this is nothing knew under the sun.
It's addressed in the scriptures like everything else.
And if things hadn't change, from that time.
Then, who's really surprised?
We all can say, 'it's just a matter of time'.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
You only watch the news to find out
Where the con artist stands,
He opens his mouth and nonsense comes out
This is going to be my last poem,
this is going to be my last rant before casting my vote
and where this poem goes,
Probably, no other man has gone before,
Deep into the hearts of the American people
*A politician needs the ability to foretell,
what is going to happen tomorrow,
next week, next month, and next year.
And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn’t happen
- Winston Churchill*
With these two candidates all I am hearing leading up to the election
Is about missing e-mails conspiracy
Aggravated indecent assault,
Lawsuits and the fondling of other women’s *****
I can see Russia from my house, said Sarah Palin some time ago
I can foresee the paint peeling off the white house wall, in solidarity..
And where the grass is not greener on the other side
Is where the American would feel the full weight of democracy
in the America political games,
I can see immigrant migrating and some departing daily
I can see Delta, JetBlue and other airlines keep making money
Last but not least do bear in mind…that
There are two things that are important in politics. The first is money, and I can’t remember the second
- Mark Hanna
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
No department of Education
No anti-corruption
No health care and dental care
No unemployment benefits
No social security benefits
When you’re old enough to retire
No help for people in needs, no welfare
No grants or loans for college students
No housing vouchers for elderly parents
No rules or regulations for the Stock Markets
No lawsuits against criminal cops
Due to immunity, they can **** anybody in the streets
And there’s more, more will fall in the craps
Many people will die sooner, before their time
Believe me that will be a sad crime
If you want an unfriendly and dishonest America
Vote for the fascist and friends of the SAGA
Otherwise, vote for the intelligent Woman
Who will never insult and disrespect Asians
Native Americans, Black Americans
Caucasians, Haitians, Jamaicans
Puerto Ricans, Europeans
Human beings, Africans
Latinos and poor White Americans.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 11:50 AM UTC
Salute them.
Respect them.
For they most sworn protectors from the criminals.
They show up.
Sometimes, mainly out numbered.
Dealing with so call tough guys that placed themselves there.
See them cry, beg and talk a good games.
To various mothers, wives and lovers that makes you wonder about their brains.
They deal with grievances been alleged.
Deal with family's members , now trying to protect their child more than when they had freedom.
Deal , with lawsuits from opportunist lawyers ready at the jump o assist them.
Some of the best wealthy folks are living in prisons from lawsuits.
Correctional officers, the vocalists with skills.
No guns, just voice.
But weapons exist if need to be used to gain control.
****** robbers, thieves and more.
All correctional officers see them all.
And yes, some are not the best.
Then even they eventually get arrested.
Respect them that protects you daily behind the walls of prison.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC