Even great economic minds,
Have fallen into what today is,
Buying and selling trash,
The US, no better,
Debt dangling in the air,
Just waiting for an economic Crash,
What a World!
Made up of cheaters, suckers and saps.
It may be too late,
But Investors, Beware,
It’s really scary out there!
Honesty?
No one is selling that policy.
Ever dared,Down to the verySoul of one another,More than any other,Ever cared.
Moody PoetsMakeThey’re rounds,Like a flowerTo be had,Read a poemIf you’re sad,It will makeThe poet, gladAnd you’ve doneA good deed tooEven make youFeel less blue.
Stays young and vibrant,A Timeless Treasure.Love, immortalizedBy simple wordsNothing like it.Was ever heard.Poetry, will live foreverIt’s the best,Of all human endeavorsSoul written,With all the Poet’sLove, sincerity and fervor.
It is a ‘banality’,That most humans don’t observe
Seems to be aliveIn the U.S.Anymore!Examine your futureAnd lock your doors,Enemies are strongerThan ever before!If Evil and Anarchy win,Pray,For boats, shipsWith many sailsAnd a strong North WindThat will take you awayFrom the onlyModern DemocracyThat of hypocrisyHad not yet,Sinned.
Of what is wrong,With everything,And what should really rhyme,Trying to make sense of things,Trying to explore,The imprisoned fossils,Found in amber rings,That spell Forevermore.
