The Earth's Politician

Thought 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….

Author's Note

Someone mentioned rap to me last night, so this am wrote this... stream of thought....Grammar, suggestions, whatever....far from polished, thank you so much for reading and any input. Thanks to Emily for the help!!!

Reviews

[Beccy]

Mankind's greed will in the end be the sword we fall on. What chance this beautiful planet, when already the self servers are selling bits of the moon to the morons who fall for such stupidly shallow con tricks. It's blind and blinkered 'don't give a damn about the future;' and no doubt we will mcontinue to do our best to rip out Mother's Earth's heart.

One day, that 'smoking hot body,' will take revenge. Beccy.

[Confuser]

Beccy: WELL SAID, loved it all! Thank you so much!....Dale

[Lizardo]

WOW! This is a masterpiece! You left me without words with this incredible poem!
Once again, Another fine piece from you Dale, this one is now one of my new Favorites

[Confuser]

Lizardo, I love it when you call me Big Papa, put your hands in the air, like we don't care!! Got to go listen to it. Love Biggie, and you have made my day, night, moon, sun. Woowee!!

[Confuser]

Really it says, throw your hands in the air, like you a true player...

[Lizardo]

You are welcome! and I'll go hear it, I saw the heard the one that you told in one of my poems and I loved it, you have good taste for music!

[Confuser]

I just listened to something amazing! I have to go back and look at the name; unreal; unexplainable. You'll love it too!

[Matching Socks]

Wow, what a trip Dale. Awesome piece!

[Confuser]

You like it!! Oh my, I moving my head to the beat, like it is Big Daddy's, Big Papa; miss him & his music.

[Matching Socks]

Lol! Dale, I had no idea you were such a bad a@@. :)

[Confuser]

Hey, just made more changes: I suppose I will become a political savvy rapper; you can do it with me: let us sling some hash baby!

[Matching Socks]

Well, since I gave up smoking it about 15 years ago, sure. :)
Sling it.

[Confuser]

I don't smoke either......I want to live..................that's another blankety blank with power, that industry.