The World Is A Fecking Playground

Ahh the sound of another
Delusional unhinged puppet rustling
His millions away before
He laughs in faces and is
Allowed to abscond to his luxury
That now is at our attention.
Are we not clever?


I hope this country finds itself
Within this terrible beauty... and
Will wean itself away from the
Chronic medicators... and become
Itself again.

Be gone you fool
And spare the lives
That feed your ego-
Listen to the lifeblood.

Now let's watch everybody
Squirm and say "The big boy
Did it and ran away!"

The world is a fecking playground.
And as usual there is the stammering...
I swear by astonishing rules...
There could be something back...
Let a man have a life
Listening...

Meanwhile do not
Bother me.
I'm away with Eeyore and Piglet
Expecting company.

I want a nescafe.


















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-02 at 02:32

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm a little embarrassed to say that I share your feelings. What's to be done? Turn a blind eye. Go about one's business. Have a nice cup of coffee, and hope that these rotten people fly off to Saudi Arabia or Venezuela, some home for retired monsters, leaving their victims to try to make things better.
2011-03-05


Sid Gardner
The world is a playground for some. For others it soon becomes a charnal house. Coffee Solo Faz favor?
Sid.
2011-03-04


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Your style of writing always entices me to just read each and every poem you have submitted here on poetbay. The world is a playground, indeed. Please, keep writing jenks!

Regards,
John.
2011-03-02


shells
Great title and subject matter, just wish I'd written it, hats off to you, go get some caffeine.
2011-03-02