It Ain’t A Happenin…

It Ain’t A Happenin…

they bombard us with

hatred, racism speak

yet some concern themselves

moreso with their potty mouths

which will eventually

evaporate into a black hole

deep into the chasms of space

but some act as if they are saints

with claims, “I could never”

professing virginal ears

but their xenophobic tongues

hang like that third leg

tucked inside of their white

fresh linen underwear

with a stench that

permeates, strangling

the air we breathe

so pungently

when you realize

ain’t no way

that’s gonna happen

they can’t promise that

because leopards simply

cannot change their spots

and that is that…

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

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Squawker’s Pie

Squawker’s Pie

poor little rich man

can’t have all his ducks

quacking in a row

he lost, they won

he cries wolf

I want another go

but karma would

again have its way

speaking with the same

cast iron fist

he won’t be served duck

this time round

but another slice

of that money pie

ala mode he so trusts

eating of it until he

has to unzip his trousers

and just about busts.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Sermon on The Mount Green

Sermon on The Mount of Green

success is built on failures

is what the preacherman said

but I snickered to myself

because that is easier said than done

when you the one preachin it

are sleeping on the money bed…

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

Oink! Oink!

Oink! Oink!

arrogance under

spotlights that shine on faces

whereby make-up can’t

cover up blunders of men

squealing like pigs under oath

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®