Posted by Driving to the End of the World
Driving to the end of the world
The end times approach
Driving through the smoke-filled air
North of Mt Shasta
Heart of Bigfoot country
End of the world images
Fill my head with dismal
end of the world visions
the apocalypse is upon us
The wicked evil as hell
blood red sun
Leers at me with an evil grin
Screaming at me
What fools these mortals be
Global climate change
Is as real as the smoky fires
That Burn and burn and burn
As our leaders turn turn turn away
They Can’t handle the truth
They will sacrifice all life on earth
So the oil and coal barons
The so-called masters of the universe
Can make their obscene profits
Sending the rest of us to hell
Tuesday, 2 January 2018
Merry Christmas from your friends at AT&T
Sometimes I wonder
About the morality of the corporate giants
That rule our world
On the day before Christmas
AT and T received a huge Christmas gift
From the President of the United States
The biggest tax cut in U.S. History
And the President proclaimed
That it would unleash jobs jobs jobs
Apparently, ATT never got the memo
And they announced thousands of layoffs
The day before Christmas
A true PR nightmare
That could have been avoided
They could have waited two weeks
And announced their restructuring plan
After the New Years
But no they decided to show the world
Their true colors
Heartless soulless monsters
Who don’t give a damn
About their workers, their customers
Or their employees
And certainly are not Christians
Though I am sure that they think
They are doing what Jesus would
All they care about
Is feathering their own pockets
Is it any wonder
That Americans hate the big corporations
That rule us like ancient emperors?
And will they fade away
Into the dustbin of history
One can only pray
For such a Christmas miracle
It’s a Gun Situation, Mr President
Mr. President
You are wrong once again.
You said that the tragic events in Texas
And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”
But rather, were mental health problems
And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
Perhaps fewer people would have died
Mr. President
I know you a smart man,
The smartest man in the world
According to you
So please contemplate this fact:
According to the latest findings,
It is a gun situation
In fact, the reason the U.S.
Has so many gun deaths
Is because we have so many guns,
45% of the world’s guns in fact
And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
Are Americans killing other Americans
And most of them, the majority of them,
Are White People killing other people
Not murdering terrorists.
Most are in fact,
Out-of-control citizens.
So Mr. President
When will you come to your senses
And do what 90 percent of the public wants,
Enact nationwide effective gun controls?
And tell the NRA
they can take their blood money elsewhere
When Mr. President
When will you act
When will you take charge
And become a President of the people
Instead of the President of the NRA?
When will this Madness end?
Yet again we turn on the TV
And witness horrible scenes
Of unparalleled violence, hatred, and despair
An old man consumed by his own demons
Opens fire from a hotel room
Killing 58 people injuring hundreds
In Las Vegas, Sin City
And the cry goes out throughout the land
Why yet again this tragedy?
The usual suspects are rounded up
It’s the culture, stupid, cry the conservative voices
Guns are the price of our freedom
Guns Don’t Kill People
The only solution is more guns for everyone
The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
Is a good guy with a gun
An armed society is a polite society
No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits
We must confiscate the guns
Ban Assault weapons
And join the rest of the world
Where such carnage does not occur
And we sit around and argue
Knowing that there will be a next time
And another time and time and time again
Until the end of time
What is the sickness in our souls
That allows for this hatred to fester so
Deep within the minds of our killers
Nothing will change
Until we confront the evil
That lurks deep within each of us
There will be another Las Vegas
Soon enough
Donald Trump, Our Great Compassionate Dear Leader
As an elderly man falls
In front of him
During a charity dinner event
Hitting his head bleeding out
Quote the MAGA Donald Trump our future dear leader
“It is disgusting. I mean the guy was bleeding
all over the nice marble floor”
Donald Trump the self-proclaimed
saviour of the nation
Could not be bothered to lift a finger
“Thank God for the marines who took out the garbage
But they left a mess on the nice marble floor
And ruined their nice uniforms”
and disrupted a fine dinner
Did he call the grieving family the next day
Of course not
Quote the Great Leader, the Donald
“I forgot to call.” That is not his thing at all
And still, I wonder
How such a disgusting excuse
For a human being became
The leader of the greatest nation
On earth
And what it means for the future
Is it proof that we are doomed
That America is in the final stage
Of terminal decline?
Or will Americans take
out the garbage
From the white house?
Fake Calls by John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller
Every day I get woken up
As the sun comes up
By my phone ringing
With a fake call
It seems that the only people
Whoever bother to call me
Are the fake call people
Who all call me
With fake sincerity
Offering me a great deal
On this and that scam
I curse at them
Yell at them
Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues
And block their calls
Yet it does not seem to matter
The next call will be
Yet another fake call
Am I doomed to receive
Fake calls until I day I die
I turn on my computer
And read my fake news accounts
And watch TV for the latest fake news
And the politicians lying
And the criminals scheming
To take my money
The Zappa song comes to mind
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you
Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
That’s right, folks . . .
Don’t touch that dial
And I scream to the universe
Just leave me alone
Then the phone rings
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