Political

So Rich So Poor

I was once so god damned rich
Might be hard to understand
To have anything you wish -
No matter how large or grand

For many years I did own
In the heart of Beverly Hills
The very loveliest home
With all the finest of frills

Two acres and twenty rooms
Silk sheets gold plated brooms
Maids drivers and every tool
My life was easy and very cool

Then came the financial fire
Of two thousand and eight
I lost everything but my ire
For I saw the truth too late

Endless dominos were falling
Mandelbrot’s fractal chain
With human voices calling
In choruses of deep pain

I had my share of dominos
And debt to crooked banks
So I suffered mighty throes
And to them give no thanks

The descent was immediate
The depression hard to stop
It seemed that nothing fit
And everything was locked

Irony - pair of dice in human hand
I say looking down at Beverly Hills
Earning cash - giving sexual thrills
In the back of some stranger’s van

You say it could not happen to you
You are too smart - or this or that
But if it did - what would you do
To deal with the new set of facts

Could you - would you - should you
Where - how - when and how much
Who with - what’ll you have to do
And will you ever again find luck

There are so many questions
When you are totally broke
And too many indiscretions
Before it’s all writ and spoke

I was once so god-damned rich
And now I am so damned poor
If it wasn’t for those I’d miss
I’d say - I don’t want any more

SWaG & THe TRiP DoWN THe RaBBiT'S SHiTHoLe

 Lyrics: 


"he's such an uppity motherfucker

dripping with douchebaggery

but he's got swag..."

 

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a collective of offended morons

who share a narrow world view

with every keystroke 


prancing along with blinders

to pervert what they see as truth

internet superheroes


 hive minded individuals

who see insufferable injustice

in every word uttered


a culture of victimhood found

in every innocuous glance their way


the first world problems of today

magnified by fanatics and sheer idiocy


social justice warriors on their high horse riding on

one way trip down the rabbit's shithole

 

"it's ok,  it's all a fucking safe place"

"the world as it really is and always will be can't hurt your delicate sensabilities here"

"just cover your ears and close your eyes"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"


la la la

la-tee-da

la la la

la-tee-do

la la la

this has nothing to do with you

la la la

la-tee-da

la la la 

la-tee-do

la la la

but maybe someday you'll piece together the fucking clues


we're the disease

and there can be no justice

as long as our race breathes

we'll always hate

we'll always kill

we'll always subjugate

we always have and always will


 




 




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ReSTRaiNeD (the Promise)

lyrics:

 

the wretched amongst the purists

quietly creeping along the outskirts

no conscious, no remorse

take it all through force

 

your freedom is not thinking

your freedom is not thinking

 

may there be no peace

may there be no satisfaction

melding together the scraps

destroy the means of edification

 

victims of cause

colossal the bonds

scourge of the cat-o'-nines (alleviate through the pain)

taking the time (forgiveness takes restraint)

 

no conscious, no remorse

take it all through force

 

your freedom is not thinking

your freedom is not thinking

 

pleasure in the pain (you reconcile)

the promises made (you reconcile)

victims of the cause (the wretched amongst the purists)

colossal the bonds (creep along the outskirts)

scourge of the cat-o'-nines (pleasure in the pain)

taking the time (the promises made)



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Once Our Great land

A great land filled with crooks and tyrants where shall we go.  My great country once but now taken for everyone not their foes.   Born here and all that I know, Grabbing my kids and on we go.  Looking high and looking low for a place not so greedy and trying to not let the sadness show.  We all line up to vote to elect someone else better, but not realizing the one we gave vote was swinging a fake banner.     They promise a future for then and for now we wake up to realize that is was for their fat cow.  We beg for our share for them to care but they hear us not I’m just glad we have our cot.    

 Written by,   Rob Casteel

Costume Forums and Political Science

Treats, and Trickster's ghoulish-ly 
entertaining the popular vote; 
immigration reform is on the ballot
once more, looking more like a 
menu dessert item, condiments 
cost extra.


Masks covered by masks,
Costume Forums, a masquerade 
masquerading day and night, dreams 
and nightmares. Knocking on my 
door with political propaganda as if 
my views were wrong for being 
different than theirs.


There is no US or THEM only YOU

and ME standing united, our fall

divided by a vote, which most live

and die for. The only vote that counts

is what the MAN says; voting is a

systematic approach to classify the

masses, labeled mindsets, puppets,

a trickster's treat.

Soulkritic® 2014©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't vote!!

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Unbound Faith

Faith is unbound by extremist pressure,
Lick the wounds of a liberal fissure.
The point-blank wound given an emissary,
A Soluble cure for the target preliminary.

 

A fast food chain of asphyxiation,
We give up hope for the stationary.
All falsehood gospels of visionary,
Cough and whine under political disciplinary.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Short, but to the point, I would think. 

Fact

The political leaders and the richest men, funding both sides of the war, so who  will win? Them, 

the ones controlling us like pawns, while the wars of the world are raging on.

So what do they gain since they already have it all? They watch as the population gauge quickly

falls. Sneak poison in our foods and disease in our water supply. Soon we'll start dying and not even

know how or why? There is no reason, just corruption and madness. Just another day in the life of a 

fascist. Brainwashing by the media, entertainment and TV screens. Making money off the poor mens blood 

while the rich never bleed. We sing songs of heartfelt compassion and unconditional love. While greedy,

evil men hate all of the above. Hell they even hate below, to the right and to the left. They even hate

themselves, that's why they create this mess. Misery loves company and they have none. Just money, fame

fortune, but at least they're slaves to no one. It must be nice being rich and free. Everytime we rest our head

they have another trick up their sleeve. Did you watch the news? Did you see the new death toll?

Do they have you where they want you? Total control. Don't rely on your government for everything.

Because then what would you have without them? Nothing. That's what they want, total domination.

Kings and Queens of ONE bullshit sovereign nation. Blood soaked hands hidden with lies and secrets.

Begging the masses to "Please believe us". Well we caught them more than once, lying to us and hiding

the truth. "All for one and one for all" is what they say, but there's no proof. Just pretend elections

for their fun and amusement. They know who's going to win, that's why they do it. Just another laugh 

in a book of evil fun. For they do control the bookmark, when the day is done. Plot, hidden. Antagonist, them.

Protagonist, us. Take the power back, IN GOD WE TRUST. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I suppose this should have been a "prose".

Sorry about that.

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Pardon for our Crimes

 

Don’t tell us what to say; we know what to do,

 

Voting for a criminal to slide in snake boots,

 

Your hissing and reprobation makes to silence debate,

 

No offering for a solution,

 

Creating problems, dressed in the art of rhetoric.

 

The word is that the war is left with right,

 

I’m ambidextrous and ambivalent,

 

With a mouth sewn shut, so I start a bonfire.

 

 

 

No lies can derail us,

 

A puppet’s wires spun, and spun.

 

Convince us of your reason; cannibals of national pride.

 

We work until our tendons become unravelled,

 

Victims of legislation, but our rights are read to us, forced to abide,

 

We seek shelter, but you offer a mass-produced following,

 

Your factory is industrial; we escape on digital enterprise,

 

The truth is what is mine is yours;

 

A criminal in a suit profits more that you, or I.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Old world poltics are falling apart. Left VS Right no longer applies - people's minds have expanded, information increased widespread. They're not serving their country, just wrestling to get back control.

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Election Bingo 2013

 Election Bingo 2013

 

The election is coming roundabout

It’s time for us to sort it out

With lies and snipes and promised gold

The game is on for young and old

 

With three old parties from the past

They all deserve to run dead last

It is our lives with which they play

It’s way past time we had our say

 

Our paradise you give away

To foreign interests day by day

We dig it up and ship it off

The mining rich at us you scoff

 

To share the wealth it is a crime

Our men have died to give you time

You pay no tax, you keep it all

Your house of greed in time will fall

 

And the “Retail Giants” don’t help out

They’ve bashed the farmers all about

Crushed small business all to dust

They need a future, that’s a must

 

The greedy banks we have today,

Are running wild and boy we pay

We’ve bailed them out, we’ve kept them rich

They won’t help us when life’s a bitch

 

We’ve paid to keep the car mob’s growing

Building cars that won’t keep going

No hybrids here, just petrol tanks

It’s all because they’re run by yanks

 

The CSG crowd came to town

Clean and green all up and down

They’ll take the cash then do the bolt

They’ve done it before, now who’s at fault?

 

In the shadows lurk the “Nuclear Rats”

Trading in lies while living on the fat

Uranium should be left in the ground

It’s our children’s future we can’t let them down

 

And let’s not leave the media out

On all issues they’ve too much clout

They twist and beat the facts around

Until we can’t tell up from down

 

Their views are skewed by self interest

They always show their horse as best

The common goods not their concern

It’s all for them, the rest can burn

 

We’ve let the pollies bow to all these

They’ve brought our families to their knees

It’s time for us to nail them down

Before they shoot thru out of town

 

Now Tony Abbott says he knows

He’ll show us how to, just say “no”

It seems that where he wants to be

Is back in 1963

 

He says that when he gets the votes

He’ll show us how to stop the boats

They’re human lives he’s talking about

But does he care, I have some doubt

 

He’ll cut from health, he’ll cut from schools

There are no complaints from old sick fools

He wants to change back all they’ve done

We’ve paid for it once, the waste has begun

 

Turnbull, Hockey, wait in the wings

They both dream of bigger things

Julie Bishop’s “Death Ray Stare”

You know what’s coming, best take care

 

Bob Katter has a lot to say

But only if you’re straight, not gay

Gay marriage rights are settled here

They’re human rights, it’s crystal clear

 

Barnaby Joyce wears a different hat

He still thinks that the world is flat

He wants it like the way it was

No future for the kids of Oz

 

 

Clive Palmer’s jumped into the ring

And is going to fix up everything

He’ll put Australia up on blocks

Then cut it up and sell it off

 

A ship from history he wants to build

Foreign workers used cause we’re not skilled

Why not plant the seed in our own soil

Reward our country for your dreams toil

 

He throws eggs from the far cheap seats

And tells us all the ones he’ll beat

Pride always cometh before the fall

Success or regret, it’s too close to call

 

An “Angry” man has joined the fray

His former life he’s gave away

A trip in a boat has changed his mind

A solution for this he wants to find

 

He used to be a wild young rocker

His ride in Canberra could be a shocker

He can’t run rough over the people down there

He’s a much better chance of growing long hair

 

Julia says she has a plan

She’ll move us forward, every man

But the party can’t decide who’ll lead

While they all fight, we all bleed

 

 

Ruddy started out alright

Insulation, school buildings, solar light

But people are afraid to change

In 20 years who will we blame?

 

Warm houses powered by the sun

Our hi speed cable will be fun

Our country now should lead the way

We’ve got it all, and we can pay

 

 

Christine, Adam, Sarah Young

The Greens are aiming for the sun

But to change it all within a day

You have to learn the way to play

 

You have to teach, you have to show

Don’t go too fast, just go slow

The big three have maligned you all

Australia now should hear your call

 

And wise and old Nick Xenophon

It’s just a shame he’s only one

He stands up and he stands up tall

He’s the only one with balls

 

He talks with calm, he talks with sense

He just won’t sit up on the fence

He tackles tough, he plays the ball

He fights for one, he fights for all

 

The barrel rolls and the numbers drop

The decisions made we have to cop

Democracy is not an ego game

Our apathy now is our future shame

 

It’s time to speak up, have your say

Black or white, straight or gay

Our future now is in on the brink

Don’t let it all wash down the sink

 

 

So there’s your choices, have a pick

Some are good, some are thick

But just remember when you vote

One day we might be on the boat.

 

 

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