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Posts archive for: November, 2008
  • Who is to blame?

    Our Society,
    Is completely Donald Ducked you see,
    And it is the future's curse,
    To just get worse and worse,
    But would it be insane,
    To say Americans are to blame?
    For they did many wrongly teach,
    How to upwards reach.

    They said confidence,
    In our world made sense,
    As those who did confidence exude,
    Could others all delude,
    And as well their failings hide,
    As they through the world did stride.
    Therefore every inner doubt,
    Confidence should rout,
    As only confidence,
    Would lead to affluence.

    So millions began to their own praises sing,
    And their way through problems wing,
    And to the fact the job they couldn't do,
    Confidence ensured that no one knew,
    And by being confident,
    Few their facade could dent.

    But as troubles underneath did accumulate,
    These people still themselves did rate,
    And to those who grumbled,
    Saying self-exalters would be humbled,
    They turned a deaf ear,
    And refused the truth to hear.

    So our world by fools gradually was ruled,
    And problems all were pooled,
    But this confidence did conceal,
    So no one did the problems heal,
    And now it's pay-back time,
    For a world so asinine,
    But what did the world expect,
    When it did not try to truth detect?

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  • Books

    I a lot have said,
    Of the books I have read,
    But among the best,
    Is ‘The Zanzibar Chest’,
    Showing war which is gory,
    Has as well its story.

    In Rahwanda,
    And Somalia,
    Aidan Hartley,
    Did a great deal see,
    And as over all the god of war did lord,
    He did much record,
    But you in the papers won’t this read,
    So to read the book you need,
    If you would history comprehend,
    So you can when necessary the truth defend.

    (This is such a difficult story to tell I can’t help but feel that this book is excellent in both an artistic and historical sense.)

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  • Our Deceptive World.

    If you on TV,
    Did see,
    People saying they were PC,
    Facts with them disagree.

    Eva Longoria the celebrity,
    With her Mac at LAX a camera did see,
    And Pharrell Williams also isn’t a PC,
    As already he’s a documented Apple user you see,
    On top of that some images in the ad you see,
    Were created on an Apple Mac, He-he.
    Ho-ho, Ha-ha, He-heeeeeeeeeee!.

    (Private Eye, 1222. Page 10.)

    Many say we live in a world full of lies.
    But in my opinion,
    We’re drowning in them.

  • British Banks

    Bankers all are smug,
    And full also of humbug,
    For though the tax payer them did hug,
    They just their shoulders shrug,
    And the money flow still plug,
    While in private doing a jitterbug.

    So is a banker just a slug?

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  • The Credit Crunch

    When the credit crunch,
    Does all your aspirations scrunch,
    Don't be a fool,
    Relax. Stay cool,
    No need to fret,
    Just light a cigarette.
    For when disaster finds in life a voice,
    Cigarettes should be the drug of choice.

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    Patricia Hewitt, the anti-smoking fanatic,
    Is the daughter of a millionaire,
    And so has never had a financial worry in her life,
    So what does she know?

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  • A chat up line for lonely young men.

    You are the girl I love to sight,
    As in your eyes there is a light,
    Your step is light,
    Your smile is bright,
    And though it is (is not) your figure slight,
    The proportions all are right,
    So you'd to my heart give flight,
    If you'd dine with me tonight.

    But she might reply:

    Although I like your verse,
    I wonder ‘bout your purse,
    For when I dine,
    I like morsels fine,
    So if you would a meal suggest,
    I would expect to eat the best.

    You, so like a dove,
    ‘twould be easy to you love,
    So though it is my wallet light,
    I’d like to treat you right,
    And here I have a credit card,
    Which caution does discard,
    So tell me where you’d like to go,
    And I will make your taste buds glow.

    Your answer does me horrify,
    And makes me want to cry,
    The restaurant scene you do not know,
    So you do not know where we should go,
    And so it seems,
    You are not the man in my dreams,
    A man with flair,
    Who would about me care.

    Just a moment please,
    I’d like your fears to ease,
    Restaurants aren’t my thing,
    And I don’t their praises sing,
    For when with a girl out I go,
    I want to her get to know,
    And if she on food does concentrate,
    This division does accelerate,
    For as there’s no time to talk,
    We can through each other’s hearts not walk,
    And so the course which is soundest,
    Is to eat at somewhere modest,
    As then we can our feelings air,
    In a way which to us both is fair.

    I see what you mean,
    And to follow you am keen,
    For we both should dare,
    To our inner feelings air,
    And should therefore choose,
    A place which won’t our truths abuse,
    So where would you suggest,
    The place for this is best?

    To have a steak,
    Means we a journey have to take,
    But to have Japanese,
    Or Chinese,
    Might our thoughts confuse,
    And our aims abuse,
    But somewhere popular,
    Might to us be nodular.

    As a word nodular is new,
    But I don’t wish to on it chew,
    So I suppose I must,
    You trust,
    Though I agree,
    Your ideas have pedigree,
    So we’ll go somewhere we can talk,
    And with our lives network,
    But where do you suggest,
    Would for us be best?

    Let’s not care about the price,
    And think of somewhere nice,
    Where we can converse,
    On matters quite diverse,
    Where we’ll be left alone,
    So we in private can ourselves enthrone,
    What do you think?
    From this course, would you shrink?

    I your sense can see,
    So I with you agree,
    So just tell me the street,
    Where tonight we’ll meet.

    I think it would be neat to meet,
    On the High Street,
    By the bus stop
    Which is from Mcdonalds just a hop,
    And in there I’ll you buy a meal,
    Which ads calling quite a deal,
    And there at a table quite private,
    We can our future rate.

    Well,
    That is a bombshell,
    But I agree,
    To tonight you see,
    For as no one else has asked me out,
    I dare my luck not flout.

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