"shareholders" poems
Jim, Clara, Lizzie, and Tim
are sitting comfortably
around a work meeting table
drinking delicious coffee and
eating delectable sandwiches
which their manager provided for free;
these employees love their manager.
Jim, Clara, Lizzie and Tim
area engaged in a ‘Quality-Circle’:
A group of employees
who meet regularly
to consider ways of improving
their workplace.
Jim, Clara, Lizzie and Tim
conceptualise themself
as not slaves but cooperators
with their manager
to improve
the functioning of their workplace
for the benefit of the employees,
and the benefit
of the shareholders, customers, suppliers
management and
their whole society.
Jim, Clara, Lizzie and Tim
are exercising joyful creativity
to identify problems
and discover solutions
which they will diligently implement
to improve their workplace,
to increase their joy and happiness
in their workplace:
by increasing ease of their work,
by increasing efficiency of their work,
by improving quality of their work,
by increasing productivity,
by increasing customer satisfaction,
by improving environmental impacts,
by increasing profits.
Jim, Clara, Lizzie and Tim
realise that a continuously-improving
well-functioning workplace
provides them secure and enjoyable employment;
so, participating in the joyful creativity
of a quality-circle
striving to continuously improve their workplace
makes them feel
joyful and happy.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
The apartment hasn’t been cleaned for so long and has housed a depressive in it for the same length of time so that there is a glaze of slime-dirt on the floor, made of dried coffee, hot chocolate, maybe some **** or some spillage from a tube of steroid cream to treat an inflammation that never really goes. The rate of ooze changes?. Clean textiles are piled up on the floor, never having been folded, and mix here and there with ***** practical fatpants that make me look like a geologist and white-white cotton blankets that can be washed on HOT with lots of bleach that I purloined from some mentalhealthfacility. The inbox is full of—is bristling with—remonstrances from Programs for the Nondoer—you haven’t filed, haven’t turnstiled, haven’t had your hologram chip assessed by central CENTRAL intelligence, what is wrong with you. Upon stepping outside there is a beat during which I think maybe somewonder might swirl and buoy but no, just wethumid and ***** sidewalks cruddy and Haitians and quasi-Haitians muttering “taxitaxitaxi” in front of their Gypsy conveyances with their dubious certifications. I should go for a ride in one, a dubious passenger for a dubious palanquin. I tried the library but it was too hot and decrepit and too filled with Books For African-Americans, which always ****** me off; are only African-Americans going to read Wright or Douglass or Brooks? Everyone is overrated, anyway, movies and theater and the moribund beat of commerce, and as the dangerous autos pass, sometimes not running you over, you can see morechange in the pockets of the shareholders of BeePee and Iacocca Coach-Wirx. Any friendliness exhibited seems to contain an underovertone of You’re Not Included Whiteboy White ****** Ghost ***** all archaic names I’ve been almost astounded to be called usually while balancing on tiptoe on some lurching, roaring dieselbus, grinding past off-off-off brand groceries that do a dubious business. While making my police report I wink at a sevenyearold boy and I get a lustrous wink back butalas this is not enough to beat back those slurrycolored brainfazes.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
some nights
I dream of worlds
that must have come from childhood fairy tales
people work happily in various trades
politicians are actually fighting for their citizens
to make life easier and more rewarding
skin color does not matter
nor does religious orientation
a person’s character creates distinction
women don’t live in fear of getting *****
nobody is sold into slave labor or prostitution
education is of high quality and free
from grade school to college
financed by affluent corporations
whose shareholders just get a bit less
when I wake up
I recognize
the dream was just a dream
our reality is different
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
I like you.
I like you a lot.
I want to be bored with you.
I want to hold weekly board meetings over the topic of you.
I could impress the shareholders. What do you think?
I think you enjoy honesty, and despise flattery.
Believe me, I know the difference. I hope you do too.
I am no wily flatterer
I would never say something like, “I’ll sail to the MOON for you,”
something impossible and irrelevant. With the consistency of soupy puke.
I should just as soon say,
“I WILL jump recklessly from the top of a very tall tower, and land—perfectly intact and unharmed
… for you.”
I hope I am not the only one who sees a problem with this sort of logic.
So instead I’ll say:
Let the madness of what this fixation has turned me into, fuel my fears and my ambitions and drive me therefore, to construct a missile, with enough space inside to harness only myself, enough kick in the engine to erase my past—and all the laws of life as we know it.
I will have those memorized by then, and plan to have my hands on new laws unforeseen by any of the other
mainstream earthlings;
maybe using my new third eye to grasp at something up there that was previously air —
& I will beg this nonconsensual devotion you’ve evoked in me please grant me the derision to press the button, and launch myself into that forgetful lazy river that contains all the planets, asteroids, black holes, spaceships, a lonely-wandering U.S. radio transmitter, spilt-paint nebulas, one of Tiger Woods’ golf ***** a drunken astronaut, some of the crew from that Malaysian airplane (you know, the one that went missing), and also there are suns (often called stars), and moons, and there has gotta be a little love floating around somewhere with the celestial ants
and supernovas
and EVERYTHING.
and dissimilarly nothing you can grasp.
to the Moon?
sure,
why not babe,
if moon-rocks could somehow make you fall in love with me,
I would plan to rob the Smithsonian (or probably a similar museum of history but one with less security),
and if that ended up a no-go,
thenyeah.
Mad. Zoom.
straight to the ******* moon for you.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
Downsizing
Downsizing, thats what they say
All my friends say ill be okay
That I'll find a job right away
If only they could see the pain
Downsizing, thats what they say
They lock the doors at close today
Now what am I supposed to do
Am I to old to start out new
Downsizing, thats what they say
No more work means no more pay
Twenty years at this job
They say the work now must stop
Downsizing, thats what they say
All for shareholders that must be please
Do they know the pain they've caused
So many families now feel lost
Downsizing, thats what they say
We lost so many jobs today
Not just me but many friends
Today we know it all must end
Downsizing, thats what they say
Moved our jobs overseas
Chasing just the bottom line
All to make them one more dime
Downsizing
Carl Joseph Roberts
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 6:58 AM UTC
Uncle Sam reclines and unwinds
In his Adirondack chair
The Statue of Liberty reminds the Mater at Arms
Of the time when he was put in a peyote trance
It was only then he caught on
He rammed his head against his headboard every night
Wracking your brain, trying to wrap it around the concept of the excommunication of those who have had their mouths washed out with soap
There will be no fanfare for the stray lambs
They are only meal tickets for the clergy
Concord grapes and word of mouth
Raise the question, "what is in a hot dog?"
Don't latch on to me after I dance with you into mad denial under a brass florescent chandelier in front of all the stock brokers and shareholders
I'll dismantle your silver lining with a spork
The cow pies disappear due to erosion
It's good to see you, I didn't know burlap sacks were all the rage right now
Stencil your name on it for good measure
How do you feel after your ego death?
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
The sun dipped down to meet the sea water
and the shore saw those barefoot friends...
*The shareholders of the old splendid days
and a classy tale*..
Soon the warm reddish rays sprinkled
to every corner of the sky..
So firm was the hold of the hands
that they had been using to tease each other
and run away to hide in a place nearby..
They knew that the breeze of every day in these four years
that they had breathed out merrily
is never going to be cast again in the shadows of their lives..
Scribbling their names in the sand
that got drenched by their tears and the low tides of the waggish water..
They left and walked towards the different ways
leaving behind the glorious and rich saga,
and taking along with them-
*The timeless stock of memories
scratched to keep their every single nerve
full of rejoices forever*..
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
Patagonia Free my mind
gazing through the sun
we having nothing but the time
what is free
you can't happen to believe
what you can perceive
high up in those trees
Patagonia free my mind
gazing through the sun
we have nothing but the time
set me free
I am just a simple thing
wondering this world
I believe it to be a dream
It was a simple decision
and I was lonely that day
just my disposition
led me to enjoyment
and a moment of cognition
a thought
I believe it to be dormant
sitting in that broken diner
simplicity was on my shoulder
unlike those insecure and brainless lonely
shareholders
i'm not looking for the finer
materials
I just seek a little water
dying of thirst
I am in need of what I can't find
these distractions bring the worst
humanity you'll never come first
Patagonia Free my mind
gazing through the sun
we having nothing but the time
what is free
you can't happen to believe
what you can perceive
high up in those trees
Patagonia free my mind
gazing through the sun
we have nothing but the time
set me free
I am just a simple thing
wondering this world
I believe it to be a dream
There comes a moment
in every beings life
add the sun
of every component
some may be frozen
while others they are broken
like the lost poet
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
Lord, it is not in school where the exposed legs
of the daughters
are shown; something I & the wealth of the bridge share; This is a
prophetic dream of an AR15 even as it falls to the ground;
smelling the teen's genital area, Teacher wearing
Readers & Six Machines in **** lingerie; The Alchemist's
married life is this kind of a picture
of her drawers; The standards of shareholders looking on the mountain;
Temperamental eyes are on the new
Christ in Bethlehem when 1 a robot
sitting in bed or unknown; writing a tree, so literary to meet
you in ur soiled Garden trousers, Science,
Park Magic wins the toes of mom who loves
to talk language; Bread X.
Not in school, where
were unloaded two daughters at the feet of the
also shown; I think, This means that the bridge
also dreams of low AR-15 fire
the smell of the earth's DOLE,
Six reader machines wearing...
At least it's **** lingerie & married life is a kind of picture
of drawers in the standard cut so
shareholders can see the mountain's
Temperamental eyes on the new
When a robot Christ in Bethlehem 1
is sitting on the bed or unknown;
He writing a literary meeting tree in
Garden hats, Science
Park Magic wins mom loved toes
speaking in tongues, 10: Bread
It is not in school, where he unloaded &
the girls fell to the feet also shown;
1 think it is down 1 Dream Bridger Pass; The smell of the Earth's AR15; Sorry six readers & machines, &c. or at least a little bit
like wearing **** lingerie in conjugal life;
the image of a kind of banner
the shareholders can see over the drawers
mountain's temporal lights
a robot, where Christ sits on the love buried
In the hard snooch of a young woman
on the couch; He writes to himself
& comes out against a piece of wood;
Now that science is gardening in a straw hat
in the Park, Magic wins the toes, my mom's
love speaking in tongues, 10: Bread
It is not in the classroom, where he unloaded the rifle
& he will divide them, & actually at his feet, there is no [ ],
it has been shown; 1 think 1 is a dream bridge,
But what is the smell of AR-15 fire but that
of the Earth; Unfortunately for those six lonely
readers & the ice machines; at least
a little bit; And to those members wearing lingerie,
married & resuming standard drawers
in the image of the shareholders,
1 second on the Hill; the lights of a temperamental
where Christ sits on the robot love buried;
It is difficult for a young woman; In her snooch
in New Bedford he writes in his novel
It literally that came out of the tree's horticulture
Science Park Magic within a straw hat;
My mom fingers her snooch; That loves to
speak in tongues, 10: Bread
It is not the classroom which causes them to inherit
& as he unloaded the Aaron lifted up, & at the feet
of his own accord that it does not have to be shown;
11 bridges think it is a dream; But why, except
that the smell of an AR15 is of the Earth; unfortunately
Ice machines & only six readers; He said while indeed
members were wearing lingerie & standard drawers
standing in the circle marrying their images to those
of the shareholders; 1, according to the Hill, lights out,
temperamental of the Christ, in the love of the robot
sits by the buried computer; It is difficult for a young
woman; In her snooch, I know that Bedford writes
that he has come under the sway of Rome, Literally;
& that it came to pass, & that from the fruit of the tree
of gardening; The knowledge of the Magic Park,
w/in the straw hat; My mom plunges her fingers
into the woman's snooch of love, the Greek speech
Express: 10: Bread
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
I saw the thousands of students gathering
peacefully protesting on the whole.
Until the small radical elements arrived
not being in a distant country.
But on the streets of old historic London
and spreading to other cities.
An underlying current of frusteation
denying the stability of a nation.
Taxes rising the lowering of living standards
the future generations angry.
With more elderly living and far fewer young
a small core of the mega rich.
Fuelling anarchist to violently show their hand
governments not setting a good image,
As promises made to voters are totally ignored
the people tiring of politicians has soared.
Companies allowed to make vast sums of cash
passing on the costs to the public.
Boosting profits and shareholders balances
multi levels of bitterness develops.
Each thinking they are the ones oppressed
creating resentment and envy.
Splitting a struggling society into fractions
determined to take drastic actions.
Rebellion and anarchy not new to man
destructive elements that don't achieve.
In the end our race can only last if it's one clan
working together because they believe.
Or is this another cycle coming to the end?
The Foureyed Poet.
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 3:27 AM UTC
flaccid pacifists symbolizing sexism
single-mindedly corrupting hostile youth
ruining bullying and facilitating inbreeding
through top-down initiatives laced with bath salts
the pussify-ing of America has begun –
tear soaked cheeks distort with rage
at the blatant separatist ideals propagated
creating not one nation under rule of law,
but many angry independent states bent on torture laws
and privatized prison for profit
shareholders holding gavels and lives
in an unjust system of justification
……they deserve this –
broken-hearted mothers line razor-wire fences
defenseless against the tyrannical bureaucracy
beholden to the loved one wrongly incarcerated
banging bloodied fists against walls that hear no cries,
defeated, they slip into damaged Datsun’s disappearing
freeway anonymity is the course of the day –
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
CEO's buy Corporate HO's with
Shareholders Financial Invested Stock Portfolios
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Walking through the darkness
A world made of ash
Everyday I keep on walking
My feet keep on burning
Tyrants live in temples
Made of the broken
Relaxing with their
Model girlfriend
Shareholders count their
War dividends as they send
Their children to Eton
While in a distant land
a little girl
just got Shot
Lost in the darkness
Brutality has no ending
Looking to balance the equation
Only finding a black hole
a never ending continuum
As people preach of hope
But are so often wrong
More flowers placed by
The roadside why do the good
Often die young
As single mums struggle
tormented by ex lovers
Who walk away smiling
With their new girlfriend
As the faint hearted
Seek reason where there is none
And sense in the senseless
Like broken glass
can ever have any purpose
But as good deeds do lie
Buried unseen forgotten
In their life only find ruin
Let us not betray the scattered
Lights discarded by life
Thrown to the wind like ash
Let them be our stars
For however dim my shine
However weak I may feel
I stand with God by my side
Holding my hand
Softly whispering
" Please not you Adam
don't let me loose you
too
hang on
let me just love you"
As I promise to hold
Onto goodness
Like a flower
On a cliff edge
And however faint
I maybe
Like a distant star
I shine
And shine
I do
with new hope
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
talking heads
discuss the moral fiber of America
but they mean
rich,
white,
elitist
fibers….
what about the fiber of those who helped slaves escape
at risk of their own peril?
what about long-haired kids from the Height
building communes in the California forests?
what about those firemen who ran into burning buildings
to rescue humans regardless of race, creed, or color?
rich,
white
elitist men,
don’t care….
look at the native traditions of living
harmoniously within the natural order of the planet/
look across the impoverish third world lands
and the way families feed each other, tend to children,
work for the common good/
look at the medical marijuana movement
freely giving pounds to sick or autistic children/
rich,
white,
elitist men,
don’t care….
these men only care about making money
off the backs of the less fortunate
expanding the bottom line
while maintaining the status quo
taking care of the shareholders
at the detriment of the entire planet….
rich,
white,
elitist men,
care about that….
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
suits chugging beers
overcompensating
a man rubs his hands with a new deal
capitalist moisturiser
Jargon For Dummies
in search of some
box full of empty rooms
holding tiny humanity
pin-striped warrior factory
they're everywhere these broken moulds
******* the middlemen
fattening bottom lines
bears set free amongst steel & glass
concrete hot under summer gamma
shareholders ruling but not really reigning
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
Down at the business factory profits were low
or at least lower than the shareholders wanted
so Hyper-Capitalist Genius Man masterminded a brilliant plan:
“We have three people performing a task
two people could accomplish while losing their minds
attrition rates shouldn’t be a concern
because we’ll just streamline the jobs
so there’ll always be desperate workers
who can easily replace the disillusioned ones.”.
The other businessers were impressed
the emperor of business had heard enough:
****** you’re ‘Work People to Death‘ theory might just work.
I’m naming you chief execution officer of the company.”.
Profits went up and were disseminated amongst the higher-ups
so that everyone that mattered was happy
all thanks to Hyper-Capitalist Genius Man.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
Pliny the somethingth's request for a title
put through the paces of a mincing machine
will form this, the entirety of my presentation,
to you, paid for by the flatulence tax.
VAT fantastic. I love the Government.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
listen people, profits attract milestones
bar graphs and charts of shareholders
catch no fish, only stones prevail
speak no parables of numbers
i know two fish,five loves can and will feed five thousand.
who said, the birds and the bees have 4o hour weeks
and summer holidays in the sun
six weeks of laziness and gym routines?
go fishing instead. make no fishy business of it.
i say, directors, loose garb is better than pin-stripes
tithes better than fat bank balances full of fat.
would you give an eye to your supervisor? No
so watch your manners. no point in being
the undercover boss handing out peanuts for
poor employees and ******* dollars from their cheers
and less hours on the last floor shift!
I know tv does a lot of good, but so do bibles
and psalms and rock anthems and mary magdalene.
no point in raking in money singing
jesus christ superstar!
im just two thousand fourteen years late
on this board of whingers. AC- DC/BC?
get a life man, the next train to eternity
is only here on a whistle-stop.leaf your clothes behind
and head to the first **** beach
around the bend. lucifer is red hot there. times
have changed, man. whats next on the agenda?
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
transparent disparages
ensnare carefree societies
implying unreliable disguises
with a flair for pageantry
daring prayer, rare hares prepare
hairy Unitarians to marry
shareholders in gay Paris (Pari’)
repairing the tear
offering free-range diversity
university perversions revert
extroverted exhibitionists
to airline reservationists
impatiently, first-world philanthropists
**** on lists twisting
the anthropologists mood into a balloon animal
this scandalous tryst helps
black-balled priests insisting
on peace to release persistent
victims’ names to mass media outlets
disabled vets regret investing
as corporate jets rest on golden runways
dark days on the horizon
implying these lies perpetrated
cause an uprising that surprises
those late to realize
the fly’s on the eyes of
poor black children
are all of our future –
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
it ain't the same
remember your street
how colorful it was
almost like a yellow brick road
or a gingerbread house
your friends congregating for a game of 21
americana incarnate with illegal fireworks
and soggy doritos after swimming for hours
what's really so different
everyone becomes an adult eventually
I just hate different the birds sound
They don't even sing much anymore
Colors muted and sights replaced
brutalist and architecture meant to appease shareholders
Nostalgia and cynicism are best buddies
and I here I am...
misery comes in threes
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
You'd say I was foolish or more likely, delusional.
I'd say you're right, and I'd smile inwardly
You'd say it can't be done, your shareholders would never allow it
I'd say, if they know what's good for them they will
You'd ask, what kind of shareholders do you think you have?
I'd say, hand-picked .... principled
You'd say, it's a stretch, but it's your delusion
I'd say, I've already done it ...
And I'd ask, can delusion and reality exist on the same plane?
You'd think: ********
I'd smile inwardly
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Funny thing about the human race,
So much struggle just to stay in place.
Respect for one another is a give and take.
Even then, some never get a break.
Others take a bigger slice of the cake.
Life's at stake,
All created equal,
But these unfair shareholders
raise the stakes,
to benefit their estates.
These Jakes the snakes,
take the cake,
and make a great escape.
Buy the time, then
Figure eight,
By the time we figure
its too late.
This is life,
no pause button,
You gotta pay for breaks.
Only one life to live,
when it's gone,
it's always too late,
For a date set by fate.
so walk down the right path,
the more you give, the more you have.
It's never too late, as long as you make it last.
Passion is gift gives to the blessed.
Finding your purpose is only part of the test.
Talent is what sets you apart from the rest,
Drive is what keeps you ahead of the rest,
Determination is what makes you the best.
"It's lonely on top," said the lonely man, all upset.
Believing in yourself, by yourself, and that's what you get.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
myself , get shareholders
like Wal-mart, the worth of which
is seen only in the value of
the stock, the workers
the low notches on this totem pole,
pay them nearly nothing
and let welfare cover their
health care,
fix the books if that is needed
and just get fined for that,
fine for me the CEO gets a golden parachute.
Something , I see, I need to either comment
on, or join in the game.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
Why do dictators like to finger the globe?
Shoot the ******* dead, before they become world known.
Should we strangle the gangster and forget about a police probe?
Now in Ferguson, it's happening daily and getting full blown.
Do you think about how others live?
Or look away from others in society your with.
What sort of human can make another's jaw drop and body flop?
Get in the ring, put on your gloves and see who comes out on top.
Will the man on the moon ever show us his dark side?
Maybe the little green men have got something to hide.
Do you think about how others live?
Or look away from others in society your with.
Do clowns sometimes cry and does their eyeliner run?
Maybe there black or white and some might even carry a gun.
Do prison girls like the jail uniform stripe?
Surely they wish for a pink blouse, but never gripe.
Do you think about how others live?
Or look away from others in society your with.
Why do banks, shareholders and politicians always have money in reserve?
While the workers, pensioners and babies don't get what they deserve.
Since when should new immigrants be able to paddle to shore?
When skilled workers from afar and new brides are drowned in red tape, for sure.
So just think about how others live?
Also look at all others in society and give.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC