Peace, Love and Understanding?
Peace, Love and Understanding?
The horrors of slavery have been around seemingly forever.
But are the wage slaves of Mexico,Central and South America
and through most of Asia much better off than the historical
slaves we think of as being depicted in “12 Years a Slave”?
Well, for all the horrors of being a hard-working farmer
who can barely feed his family, now the Chinese farmers who were lured into
what seemed like big money,20 years ago and more,are now finding themselves in debt
as they did not have any idea what it cost to live in a city.
The wage slave must pay taxes,sometimes even on food. The wage slave takes a bus
to work,or walks or rides a bike. And wage slaves we could become right here yet.
The value of labor has been lowered via GATT 2 and many other free trade agreements.
Tax Laws,junk like Citizens United, and other insanely biased-toward-the-rich policies have allowed many corporations to get a tax free ride,or get government sponsorship of things like oil exploration, as if Exxon was going to quit looking for oil!
The 2016 election will be more of the same. A so-called lefty, though Hillary is not by a long shot anti-war nor pro environment, but good on education, I guess.
I hope the USA hasn’t turned into pockets of race riots by then, but maybe the idiots who run this joint will
sand up and notice that things suck in the middle of neighborhoods where not a lot goes on in the positive realm. Now is the time to keep it positive, but if it can’t be done, the worst may be yet to come.
Whatever happened to those FEMA holding camps/jails?
Oh don’t you do it Baltimore-
Don’t fall for the goad, don’t play into
their hands unless it s a stunt to make sure
you win later. If you can’t win then be ready
to lose, and lose in ways that make the matter worse.
If this is to begin the push for change that raps radicals
and the downtrodden,that shows for the world the brutality
of poverty in the USA, Then by God we must win. It’s been
since 1980 that what was once an economy that rose all
ships in the up times, turned into a few major downtimes and
and all the profits floating up through a greasy set of tax laws that
put all the wealth in a tiny pool, it having been stolen from the workers
who make the products that keep the show on the road. OK those workers
are now often in Vietnam, Mexico, China, Argentina, meaning instead of one job
at $20 we now work two at $8.00 each. no time to know the children, and not
enough time to warn them about the mean streets that eat up so many already.
Baltimore then. If this is to be the beginning, please GOD make the whole movement
less violent. Please.
To I.R. From J.D.S.
Intense rain drops, causes richer black
Bark on trees staring back in orange.
El Nino gives us late fall, late winter
Late drinks and late dinner. Isabelle
Gave me a jab in the ribs and a wink
Of the eye, when, upon presenting a book
Full of fibs, I told a great-grand non-lie.
So life is good for a month or so, just on
The love I have had, of a woman
So rich with the world, that even a
Moment or two adds up to a visit
With god; or, if you please, one fine human.
Sit back and take in the show, “Blue
Velvet” has never looked better
Than on the back and shapely torso
Of this woman, who must be from heaven.
Nonsense Birthday Poem
One day in a field of swaying corn stalks
Bill spotted a young lass (A.-M.) she hawks
While out for a stroll on the ninth of July,
A day to reflect, but not to ask why.
Some calendar to him ‘twas the day of her birth
So Bill wondered what a surprise would be worth
As he snuck up behind her in order to scare
Some life into the day (it wasn’t a dare).
On his volition he whispered “boo,”
She turned, quite amazed, and said “how do you do!”
He said “Happy Birthday, and many more!”
She said, “well, I hope so, but right now I’m bored.”
So they chatted about what one could do
To spice up a midsummer afternoon.
The obvious pass-times were discarded as dull
So they picked sweet corn and began to cull
The best selection to eat in raw form
(A curious habit, but fun when it’s warm).
They sat and ate some where the hay lay
Which put the icing on Miss A. M.’s day.
Loud rumbling bikes. Smothering solder guns.
Rusting sculptures. The toil of women willing
To bake their skin to keep their children safe.
Three sides of a square cluttered with papers
Strewn accidentally. Not enough to hold life
Together for one nomad. He moves again.
Dread locks us. Prisoners still dream. Cracked
Paint reminds pigeons to fly. Hot bricks scorch
The feet of toiling women. Can we keep children safe?
The operation fails. Feet hurt just for standing.
Time. No one has the time. Even our souls rebel,
Not enjoying this new supposed form. Life?
Smoke diffuses. Today’s medicine is not
Quick enough to slow us down to past paces.
Toiling women. Smiling children. Non-time.
Hamburgers are fun to eat.
Always are a special treat.
But what of vegetarians who can’t Enjoy the stuff?
Is there room to stroke the womb While dancing buff to buff?
Or is the bride open so wide She gains enlightened bliss,
While jokers jam and smokers cram Each other fist to fist.
Us vegetarians can eat hamburgers too!
It’s just a matter of who you meet
And with whom you do your do.
And when she cums,
It’s because your tongue
Can be soft or attack.
So kick back and enjoy the rack
Of a red-headed Hamburger girl.
And her redheaded friends, who, until the end
Love to give new lovers a whirl.
Now she lives in Hamburg
And braves the winter snow.
Each time you eat hamburgers
Your penis starts to grow.
Which makes you think that someday
Your heart will sing the praises
Of juicy pink hamburgers
You devour in three stages,
And red-headed party burgers
Who defy mere mortal phases.
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