The same results.
Although they profess to be professionals…
Many are left heartbroken!
Astounded and dumbfounded,
As to why their activities
Has yet to revive,
The minstrel era!
Claiming this oversight…
Is not humorous to them at all!
Since they did recall a time of full employment!
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I see with my eyes
My mind should not believe.I hear with my ears,Whispers and jeers!Words of hypocrisy.My heart stays hopeful,For wishes to come true.And when I see them delivered…You say they belong to you.A habit once done you enjoyed to do!Yet…You appear uncomfortable,Attempting to stride…In my custom made shoes.Trying to interpret life!From a misunderstood,Demented point of viewPursued to spoil…
I don’t want to burst your bubble…
I don’t have imaginations of youIn the image of Jesus Christ,Anytime of any day!And this may come as a shock,I don’t think of God as being white…Staying up all through the night!Trying to make things right,For those so uptight…Trying to interpretWhat HE wants done!With the assistance of ‘chosen ones’.To enforce THEIR will on everyone!I know…
They can not get enough,
And since they evade truth…They create their own.With initiated lies they are quick to tell.Seeped within embellishment,To entertain anyone listening.And they wonder why their children…Occupy jail cells and juvenile detention homes.These folks are never home,Building anything on foundations of strength.They are too busy seeking to destroy and destruct.And with ‘that’ they have found success!Then they…
The one who loses
Of a loss or losses lost!The one who losesIs the one awareOf a win that must be won!This one is not aware of disgrace that comes!The one who has lost…Has paid the cost and gains!And remains unchallenged.
Flat on their backs like flapjacks.
Like they’ve been attacked by wolves.Wasn’t it just yesterday,These clowns strolled around…As if they ruled the world?As if their excrement did not stink.And here they lay on the brink,Of much exposed sorrow!Flat on their backs like flapjacks.Rustled and stirred,Like they’ve been attacked by wolves.They exclaimed they needed to get to the meat of it!Not expecting…
Sometimes the right one comes too late.
The one who offers ‘things’ and not love.And no love with ‘things’ is just what that is!An existence.With fading wishes.And even though,Sometimes the right one comes too late.For some.Those who have ‘exhausted’Living their lives for another one.Sometimes,For them the right one does comes too late.But let whoever comes to arrive at my doorstep…With my desires…