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rld continues its merry way
On second thoughts it is not so merry
Imprisoned in this Hologram so blithe
All is in order or so it seems
But the order is not our making
Helpless in ignorance sleeeping
Like lambs gamboling in spring
We rejoice in innocent games
And in the end we die as slaves.
But hail to the heroes who die
Defending us from each other.

The time is nigh for change
Sacrifices have been made
By those you will never know
and still being made
Some of us have been drafted
As terran components required.

The world continues the charade
So play the game my friends
It is not forever

Moody's in the mood to short sell
Congress's word to someday pay
sounds harsh but might be as well
political kids spoilin' just to play

forget the lunch, can't break-the-fast
for some, free is freedom to turn away
ignore basic facts, easier to lambaste
opponents and leave tomorrow in disarray

empty rhetoric is taxing my patience
'stead of taxing our monied ability
planking on opinion without complaisance
cliff leap before compromise with civility

chaotic lurching of well-oiled-machine
still with fits and spurts it grinds on
how democracy runs, is anything but clean
gentlemen-statesmen's days are long gone

if ever there were, a whole other debate
with contemplative points to be sure
the pros and cons can't always equate
political work is anything but demure

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-14

speaking of the latest of innovation
"your call is important to us" we intonate
our ability to record our miscommunication
"listen to ALL the options" is our fate

press index finger on this digital key
if you need to speak to heaven's rep
and you wish your soul to be set free
press carefully, so not to make a misstep

you may be sent back to the menu main
but leave a message inside this phone
and listen to all of the options again
just remember that you're not alone

we love the technology of today
"this is me, so please call me back"
that allows us, to nobody say
"reply before I die of a heart attack"

or better yet, do NOT respond promptly
no need to openly have any dialogue
the email we sent to you automatically
this message from a scripted demagogue

you might want to forward on to mates
and know that we are forever more
voiceless emails from faceless states
missed communications we all deplore

© agoodguy2have 2010-09-02

“Is there anybody there?” said the postman,
knocking on the cat scratched door,
and he peered through a filthy window
and was disgusted by what he saw.

On the kitchen floor he could just make out,
through the grimy, obscured pane,
signs that a large dog lived there that could not
be arsed to go out in the rain.

He thumped the door again, a second time;
“is there anybody in?” he said,
and over an upstairs leaf fringed sill
appeared a recently awoken head.

A red, bloated face framed by greasy hair
stared down with dull, yellowed eyes
into those of the startled postman’s,
which stared back in surprise.

“I have brought you a parcel,” said the postman,
as he stood there, stared upon,
I know not what is in the package,
but it comes from Amazon.

Presently the door was opened wide
by a man, sweaty and unclean,
pyjama slit wide open showing things
the postman wished he had not seen.

And the air that escaped from that foul house
was not meant to be breathed by man
and the sight of the squalor that dwelt inside
made a pigsty look spick and span.

“Where is my parcel”, said a toothless mouth
beneath a nose exuding snot.
“it’s here”, said the postman, thrusting it forth,
then turning, off he shot.

Later, the postman passed a homeless man
begging, downcast on the street.
He stopped and reached in his bag and pulled out
a sandwich he could no longer eat.

Rest in peace, some oneelse'll take your place. Life filled with strife of sacrificed rule injest'd by self. Magnifed sight amongst 9 fitted seats, magnitude growth. Select they be few, pockets in line for a simple day's task~

I am very fond of birds, but to me,
the dawn chorus is a euphemism
for a loud cacophony of tweeting,
regardless of what species they might be.

I like art when it is skilful, but to me,
the Mona Lisa is a picture of
a woman who just sits there looking smug,
and holds but not a trace of mystery.

I love music when it’s good, but to me,
Imagine is as corny as can be.
The whiteness of John Lennon and that room
lend it absolutely no profundity.

It’s not that I am soulless, but to me,
it seems we see what we are told to see.

am like a prism
of many colors
when am down my world is black
darkness i see and i feel sad

the dark lonly days i feel no hope the gloom
i give out sad depressed feelings that linger like a cloud over me this is my black days

when am happy my color turns blue happy i am the light from my blue shines so bright like a weight lifted of my chest i feel so glade bright the blue feeling i have inside
happy to be alive wish all day where my blue days

some days i see red pain and anger i feel tormented by pain of bitterness this pain hurts my mind and body makes me moody
takes me to place inside my mind anger ifeel bitterness and sad
moody i becum am no fun to be around these days are no fun

bitterness i feel to the outside world
these red day lead to my days of gloom into the world of black am consumed

People killing people,
And grownups raping kids.
The sickness and disease,
This country's on the skids.

The money is all gone,
I wonder where it went.
So after paying bills.
There's nothing to be spent.

The price of gas is high,
The cost of living too.
So many unemployed,
Just what are we to do?

You can't walk down the street,
Without a gun and knife.
Just hope to make your car,
And lock it for your life.

Hate to be a downer,
But these things are all known.
Just hope the powers that be,
Might throw us down a bone.

So help your fellow man,
He needs it much as you.
And lend a helping hand,
For you may need one too.

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-10

Slide a rock down the ice
Don't those curling ladies look nice
Russians, Americans, Danish, Chinese, and English too
Turning their hand as they follow through
One has rocks of red
One has rocks of yellow
Kind of neat the Chinese were the yellow fellows
The Americans had red rocks as it matched our flag
Too bad their throws had to lag
They didn't slide and curl as good as the rest
Seems the east is better than the west
Eight rocks each to slide and bump
So far I have seen no one fall on their rump