corporate greed

My Five Day Hallucination

It was Day 1 when it was scorching hot and we crossed paths.

I was looking for an oasis to drink from,

Though a hug from you was a thousand times better

Because afterwards, we went swimming in the lake and laughed at the gold diggers passing by.

Poor men were oblivious that they mined their last nugget in this desert.

 

It was Day 2 when we continued our journey.

You introduced me to your bitches when you brought me home.

One licked me silly while the second took a while to come around.

It was only trying to judge me to see if I would be a menace to your family.

I’ve always liked the playful, funny, and carefree breeds.

 

It was Day 3 when you showed me your larger-than-life garden.

You spoke of how your brother and mother had toiled day and night tending to it.

The garden was shaped like the number 5 and I couldn’t be happier.

You regaled me with stories of an ancient civilization that once existed in this land of the dead.

Every word from your tongue between breaths was like a missing page in a book lost in time.

 

It was Day 4 when I crawled on my knees after a beating from a two-faced sergeant

Looking for you so you could lift me back on my two feet and hold me close

But to add insult to injury, you held your scorn like you should’ve held my hands.

So I passed out on the floor and was left for dead out in the open.

How do indecisive weeds like you sleep at night?

 

It was Day 5 when I woke up expecting you’d be there, but your home was empty.

Your garden was withered and the magic was gone so it turns out that it was all a mirage.

You can rationalize your actions and demonize me any way you like,

But when you save your second thoughts for one minute before midnight,

It’s goodbye and good riddance to you weeds.

 

So I left. It was better for me to abandon you before you inevitably did the same.

The world is full of snakes and trojans as it is.

It’s best for me to give them a dose of their own venom as soon as I see right through them.

 

You should’ve told me earlier rather than at the last minute.

Or when I have fallen and can’t get up.

Then maybe we could’ve still been friends.

But now you’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.

 

If you’re looking to post an ad requesting company in a moment of loneliness,

Think again before you shatter another heart or wager your sanity.

A weed ain’t cut out for love, let alone a friendship

If it can’t make up its mind and let its loneliness fog its judgment.

Poor guy should’ve inspected the thorns before he picked the rose.

 

Now it’s my turn to wager a few things,

I bet you don’t even miss me.

I bet you feigned regret that you added salt in the wound.

I bet that you’ll forget all about me after the weekend I disappeared.

I bet you’ll cower in the arms of the two bitches you value most in life.

I bet you’ll start looking for another soul that you’ll pray to Aphrodite you won’t screw over.

Whatever happens to you, I am grateful that I have kin to keep tight

And an adventure I continue to embark on in the desert with or without you there for me.

You’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.

Our Planet Weeps


I look around the world today

I look at where I choose to stay

I see the beauty being erased

By destruction and disgrace

 

The machinations of progress

Put on the planet great distress

The comfort in I want to live

Our paradise can no longer give

 

Where are we going, what is the meaning of our life?

What are we doing, why do we change what we don’t like?

Where is the plan here, I haven’t seen a single page?

Where are we going, it’s time to look at what we’ve made?

 

We’ve raped the seas, killed the trees, eaten all the life

We’ve filled the air, without a care, slept soundly every night

Poisoned the ground, cut it down, shaped it to our will

Left for the rest, a ruined mess, a paradise that kills

 

We’ve cracked the crust, turned to dust, the very soil we need

Cut out the heart, just to start, a motor we don’t need

Done everything, our mind conceived, at any time and place

Abused the trust, possession lust, what hopes left for our race

 

Jobs are not, the must have got, purpose of our being

And money won’t, feed the world, when soil can’t sprout a seed

Change it now, anyhow, we’ll feel the change that comes

Join with me, we all can be, the earth and us as one

 

When are you starting, go from right now do it today?

What are you thinking, project new life and not decay?

What are you doing, only you can change your life?

Where are we going?

Our planets run right out of time

 

 

This work is copyright. Apart from any use permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced by any process, nor may any other exclusive right be exercised, without the permission of Neville John Gourley, 2 Sarah Court, Capalaba, Queensland 4157, and dated 04-05-2013.

The Greed Machine

 

You can afford it, you deserve it today

Enjoy it right now, but later you pay

Trust in our judgement, use all our skill

The world it is yours now, just pay at the till

 

We build the whole world up, fulfil all your dreams

We build a tight web, we sow strong the seams

The solution provided, you can never escape

Our grip is unbreakable, bound up in red tape

 

We prey on your dreams, your wants and mistakes

We take all you have got, don’t care if you break

The government it loves us, we make them look good

They’re under our finger, won’t change if we could

 

We swim in the riches, from others in pain

Our treasure we worship, all got from ill gain

Our path strewn with wreckage, of lives broken and crushed

From unwary decisions, lied misled pressured and rushed

 

Now who is this monster, from where has it come

With greed as its master, great riches for some

Which hero will tame it, will he rise from our ranks

To save us from ruin, from the blood sucking Banks

 

This work is copyright. Apart from any use permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced by any process, nor may any other exclusive right be exercised, without the permission of Neville John Gourley, 2 Sarah Court, Capalaba, Queensland 4157, and dated 25-04-2013.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for a friend who is being screwed by a bank.

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Mcfuck This World

Mcfuck your apple iphones
And your googles,
Your walmart souls
And your wet mcdreams
Mcfuck your corporate nikes
And adidas,
Your abercrummy fitch
Designer jeans.

 

Mcfuck your freedom,
Your mcfucking flags
And slogans,
Where coke and pepsi
Is the same mcshit--
Mcfuck your new fag fashions
And mcpassions,
Your nigga styles,
Your trojan cocks and tits.


Mcfuck the Citibank,
GE and Boeing,
Mcfuck Bill Gates, Steve Jobs
And Fannie Mae,
Mcfuck the CEOs and the president--
Mcfuck McDonald’s
And mcfuck BK.


Mcfuck this world of greed
And corporations,
Where everything is patented
And sold,
Mcfuck the voters
And the mindless information
That daily makes mczombies
Of us all.


                March 26, 2013