Newest Political / Social Poems (810)

Evergrande
Evergrande
all built on sand
oh there's trouble in the land
when the old financial band
who went in hand in hand
with the scheme so grand
are exiting as planned

Once, everything finally set into place,
All got scattered out- deep into space,
Aliens, they're always watching me,
They hang with my neighbor,
From across the street,--
Strange lights and sounds,
As if making they're plans,
Speaking some language,
No one here could understand,--
So, I set up my perimeter,
Tripwire and landmines,
But, like angels from above,
Lights fell from the sky,--

(chorus): Is this real or in my head?,
What in the Hell is this?,---

Well, out came my neighbor,
Just as no surprise,
With a spacesuit on,
And a glaze in his eyes,--
"Why don't you come take a trip with me?"
"Good accommodations and upper class hospitality,"--
Imagine different places and different worlds,
But just like from Sling Blade,
He sounded like Carl!,--
"ah hmm, You shouldn't be singing songs like that,
you gonna scare these boys and girls! hmm,
Why don't yaw kids come on with me,
We'll go get some of them there French fried taters, ah hmm,--

(chorus) Is this real or in my head?,
Who in the Hell is this?,---

I took a few steps back,
And then I cocked my gun,
But, then came the military,
And the Air Force One,--
What I saw,
Please allow me to explain,
That Biden and the aliens,
Knew each other by name,--
Pissed off and hurt,
Well, my neighbor he walked on home,
His 15 minutes of fame,
That day is now long been gone,--
But, I still see him around,
Once in a while,
Staring towards space,
Wearing a smile!,--

(chorus) Is this real or in my head?
Where in the Hell is this?---

{{ The music fades as a Coocoo bird chirps louder; then,
different sounds of birds over sound into Neighbors
(part 2) Only The Birds Understand. }}

Seems not long ago I could go to a game
Give them some money
No one to blame
Now I can't because of Covid 19
This new policy seems pretty mean
You have to buy them with a smart phone
If you have only cash
You are on your own
So they have you all worked up and it's absurd
Good luck if you forgot your password
Then the electronic money you spent will be a slur
When you're trying to go see the Brewers
I spent three hours in frustration
Till finally it was done
I got the tickets at last
But I long for the past
When greenbacks were just fine
And into my seat I would recline
With Mt Dew and a plastic baseball cap filled with ice cream
I didn't care about the fans who were mean
Cause it was all so simple way back then
When I could give them a twenty, a five or a ten

Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Give me Corona and Crackerjacks
I don't care if I never get back
Root root root for the home team
If they don't win it's a sin
For it's 1 0 4 and you're out of the whole ball game!

When life turns to cages
When you give up your mind
For someone claiming victory
Can we mention insanity

Or a feather on the wind
Gathering in the dark
Spreading across the water
We're running out of time

Before being washed
Upon some sandy shore
Avoid being squashed
Or worst fate in store

Won’t you hold out for me
More for a little while
I'm running out of time
Only just hanging on

Where is this all going
To get me out in time
Holding out for dear life
A beggar in his prime

Like a pack of cards its folding
scenes like the last days in Vietnam
helicopters flying the staff out
while the Taliban
roll through the streets
US reinforcements will be too late
the games up, the day is done
Afghanistan will be back
in the dark ages
God help the women
the educated
the free thinkers
life now under a rabble
of backward clerics
and armed goat herders

zipped vinyl mohawk
Anarchy for the UK
spittle and swindle

Sharif don't like it
Islamic Revolution
Rockin' the Casbah

which brings us to the case of
the pear vs the fashion estate
a fruit unfairly marginalized
by a corruptible culture
wielding the maxim
of busty top and
narrow waist

this then in praise
of your resolute resistance
my little friend
you have not yielded
as the celery capitulated
and the rhubarb crumbled
bulbous to the end
shout it loud from the fruit bowls
you can take our trees
but you will never take our freedom!

Hey Siri!
Why is your mamma so fat?

-My mother?

I have been playing with this application since yesterday
It is fun
It doesn't have any answers for if there is a god, bigfoot, or aliens
About half the time it gives written answers from the web
And doesn't say the answer
Is it listening to me?
It wouldn't answer that one either

Downtown there's a panda
passing bad cheques
thumping the bar room table
with bambooed joy
as Liverpool go down 2-1
to Everton
in the penalty shoot-out
swilling with Roberto
his wily ring-tail companion
whose rafter antics
move mothers to hide
the children from the horror
of a belching blue panda roaring
"I've never felt more like singin' the Blues
When Everton win and Liverpool lose
Oh, Everton, you've got me singin' the Blue"
"Here we go, Here we go, Here we go"