The Earth's PoliticianA Poem by ConfuserThought about greed/politicians/earth/wrote this quickly; a politician last night denied ANYTHING we as humans have done to contribute to the earth adversely; I do disagree; need a balance; changes
Silly freestyle (Politicians/Greed; she is the earth)
It was a rap so I followed the
sound,
Like a million centipedes
ticking the brain,
Roaming whirling back and forth
and around,
A mighty constellation turns
this situation,
The growing atmosphere of animosity,
Goliaths, word champion liars,
demeaning coy deniers
Blazing like fire, raping her body.
Narcissist remarks,
manipulation feeds their pride,
Their needs to be superior
required her to be inferior,
Alpha dog barked, growled and gnashed
its teeth,
Speaking as a mythical spirit
the tormentors with deep needs
Recognition, if you please,
slashing through sinew, like:
World champions of games like
degradation, humiliation,
But she knows they are so
outranked; (she’s seen it all)
Minds of small character go blinkedy, blink, blind and blank
Rolled over by much bigger
think tanks,
Dozers and posers, what a
stinking pile of infected fruity grocers,
Just roll over red rover?
Like the prowling tiger written
before her time,
Doubting if it would be to
their liking, the delighted deniers,
This tiger is not like you,
will hit you between the eyes with the truth,
Eloquent words like disavow,
disembody, snippy snarling remarks barked.
Slow and steady, like cooking
spaghetti, they look like worms, but the sugar high,
Is right on the line, when
synthesized and driven by fresh blue sky lit eyes.
Teeth shining like moonbeams,
always a smile, a cipher to unlock,
Meter is running and the clock
tick tocks,
In between those dark eyes,
somewhere there’s a tasty stock.
A single stain absorbed by the rapture
of rain that poisoned the bodies,
Tinted once again alive for the
first time electrified power hungry fetters,
They gathered together to weather the weather, such conceited fellows,
De JA vu, the one that comes
first, always the enemy, the kindest, most considerate,
Remember the Godfather, Frances
Ford Copula; hit the jackpot, a utopia,
The mobster rules, a code was
written, they still follow it too
The freaky demon, he’s there to
weave her in his web to keep her lowly and scared?
But she will always escape into
the milky way by the light of day,
Through moon beams she follows
great and powerful dreams which will highlight
Their lax sacks, lowered and
dragging immense cracks - Immature seedlings that never catch,
Fractured by weak hopes of rapture, the greedy
weasels continue to tap,
Always seeking more, she’ll
pick up a garden shovel, bury them in the rubble,
Dance on their graves like a
wild and powerful engine roaring down life’s highway,
On a lonely road wondering
always where her life’s going she thinks about death,
Knowing she’ll be incinerated,
cremated and realizes they may never see,
She’s
got one smoking hot body….
© 2015 ConfuserAuthor's Note
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Added on January 24, 2015Last Updated on March 7, 2015 Tags: earth, greed, politicians, money makers, nature, humankind, denial, humor, closed bubbled minded people, changes AuthorConfuserManning, SCAboutHappily married with three wonderful children. The first poem I attempted was Paper Heart which I submitted here last year. People here have been so kind and encouraging! Their feedback and reading t.. more..Writing
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