They keep their hands clean We work in the shit They keep their hands clean We work in the shit They keep their chins high We hang our heads low They keep their chins high We hang our heads low They keep their chins high!!! š”š”š”š”š”š”š”š”š” While we work they destroy What little we haveContinue reading “They keep their hands clean”
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The state of things
The state of things They could be better, canāt they? Hope to freakinā God They stop getting worse!!
To My Brothers in Arms
To my brothers in arms, respect To my sisters of mercy, kindness To the sons of liberty, respect To the daughters of freedom, love To my family, hope To my enemies, destruction -If you havenāt guessed I get really political at times! Hard not to when an entire government of upper class men is tryingContinue reading “To My Brothers in Arms”
The Dust, the Dust
The dust, the dust Please pardon the dust It wonāt stop anything, In that I will trust. All over the curtains The books, the halls! I must start to cleaning Lest it cover us all!!
The Throne
A poem I thought up today at work. Most of my ideas come when I’m active. This one is a kind of protest poem. Till next time!
Hey Big Shot
Hey big shot Did it fall from the sky? Boy did it make your head big Fill it up with the pretty lies Big spender, with his eyes full of lights Have a big rise and a bigger fallā¦
Later, later, later
When I was younger I wanted to go everywhere A boy with no care, But when I said ācan we go somewhere?ā The answer from adults was āLater, later, laterā Now I am grown, Yet I have my youthful soul Though my bones arenāt any greater And when I try to go like I didContinue reading “Later, later, later”
An Empty Row of Chairs
My twin left me For a life of her own, My elder sister stayed But may as well be gone. My stepsister stayed With an abuser For that is all she knows I left my mother Because she was an abuser. Four out of five Estranged, abandoning, abusing and abused. When my father leaves theContinue reading “An Empty Row of Chairs”
Up on the Down
I wake up And feel down. My heart sings While my soul burns And the fire-it feels goodā¦ I feel at peace When feeling uneasy I feel at one with myself But isolated from others. Life A strange kind Of dichotomy.
Rad Storm
The heat is spiking The Geigerās going wild And the sky is moldy green Take your children Go inside Quickly!! A rad storm is coming. Radioactive lightning Winds that tear off rooftops Like a hurricane That gives people cancer A rad storm is coming! Get inside Or hurry! Hurry away!!!
Studio CreatiV: The Writings, poetry and musing of an Angry Man 