"oinks" poems
We sip our coffee and cream
and drink our whiskey and beer
Then listen to wolves
dressed as doctors
with deaf ears
and big empty eyes
and blood stained teeth
Who tell us to dull the pain with pills
and drown emotions
in prescription prayers
refillable
at the small cost of our souls
And we sit in front of flat screens
and smart phones and insta-gratification
and press the illusion of our face
between pages of a metaphor
disguised as a book
And the imagined life is better
than what is really going on
so we script our day to day lives
and step into the ring
and wrestle like big men
pretending its not just
another form of ballet
We've doubled down on dumbing down
and we're losing more than we're gaining
but we keep spinning the wheel
and the barrel
and pulling the trigger
playing the game
of suicide
and Russian Roulette
There is two bullets for every name
and a bomb of every size
waiting for its time to go BOOM
and war is just a business
for the rich
payed for by the innocent
and the ignorant
Death is big money
and blood is cheap
pump up the world population
and the rise of inflation
keep education at a minimum
as well as a wage
Keep the poor hunger
and give them an illusion to hate
divide and separate
fear is the season of reason
needed to segregate and dissipate
any sympathy or empathy
or kindness or love
We live in a nation of sheep
being lead by a pig
and it sounds like fiction
but it's horrifyingly real
and he tweets and he oinks
and he huffs and he puffs
and he is just a sad little man
having a bad hair day
day after day
The world is watching
and laughing
a nervous laugh
Maybe it's nothing to worry about
maybe I'm just late for my pill
and my beer and my whiskey
and maybe I just need a little
cyanide and cream
to lighten the mood
of the black coffee news
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
the ground shakes as she approaches
rotundly trudging forth in petite gentility
hairy arms flailing
nostrils flair with the bray of her speech
the odor of ignorance on her breath
lies spew like educated honey
expressed in sweet smelling
Snow White delusions
beady eyes the color of ignominy
assess mannerisms and etiquette
seeking softspots to expose and exploit
carrying a large plastic bag on her midnight meanders
she collects the load she lays on the road
she always keeps her **** together
she claims to be the life of the party
but her grunts, snorts and oinks betray her
who can she be but the beast?
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
Big And What Else Is In America
I’ve seen big people in little places
all over the U.S. I have seen people
break little laws and end up in
the headlines. I’ve watched old folks
do young things. Fat do thin stuff.
You have never asked me why
I see such things. You have sat
in your soft chair thinking it was hard.
Leaders do little things and end up
on the TV. Cokes look like Pepsis
to no one. Spaghetti is really linguine.
Bosses beg to want anyone to know
they do everything. Words become
less syllabic the more you say them.
I have seen yellow look awful
light brownish. I saw a pineapple
that seemed like a stone. The President
became a wanton chief. Casual oinks
became loud moos. One time, not long
ago, I viewed my wife as a lady who
wanted all my money, had it, and did
nothing except wait and wait until
all my relatives died, and then, spent
it on purses at a mall nearby the estate.
Daniel Gallik
[email protected]
www.dangallik.com
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Broken Spirit!
(Yeah
So what?)
••
In rags
On the streets
(I know)
•
The oinks of america
Only know to ****
&
YES!
We are weak
(So what?)
••
The FULL BREATH
It stills comes to you
Fresh and complete
••
Poetic
Rythmic
(And with such style!)
••
Stand your ground
(In PURE WARRIOR mode)
•
And you'll always find the likes of me
•
Broken Spirit!
(Of course)
•
We are THE HUMAN
•
Come
Let us stay together
And heal "these times"
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC