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Trust - A poetic investigation
   
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Cleaning Up Your Marketing
Has your once well-organized marketing plan come to
resemble the jumble of stuff in your closet (not to mention
the garage and the .....
Trust.Has your once well-organized marketing plan come to
resemble the jumble of stuff in your closet (not to mention
the garage and the .....
We are here to listen,
To every word you say,
We will surely then glisten,
What the mood is in this way,
So many start to chatter,
And forward on their views,
Little knowing it wont matter,
And will never make the news.
We are all for truth,
For transparancy not lies,
So we can face our youth,
With honesty in our eyes,
So many believe the rhetoric,
And persuade themselves its true,
Little knowing its a set up trick,
to delude in all they do.
Its your right to protest,
And your heritage to march,
Where your complaint will be noticed,
And your presence will be large,
But no one hears the voices,
And the cameras arent even on,
The illusion is there are choices,
When in reality there are none.
so the listeners are all deaf,
Just ignoring as before,
They merely invent a virtual threat,
And plunge us all into war,
No one heeds a countries needs,
No one cares what we all feel,
Refusing to account for misdeeds,
Whilst we are forced to kneel.
For there is another way, onward,
They would have us all believe,
Much as a glib tongued con would,
Seeking purely to deceive,
Lo, taxation will never ever change,
And great joy will fill the land,
Though our actions seem a little strange,
Its all going just as planned.
Suddenly its rhetoric thats transparant,
And the listeners hear not quite nothing,
The glares now are quite apparant,
And the sound is muted frothing,
For the illusion is unravelling,
The promised land just as far away,
Their new ale isnt travelling,
And their house is in decay.
Do you believe a word they say,
Feel secure they are in place,
They promised us all a different way,
Then slapped us in the face,
Seemed to think we would just blink,
And take it in our stride,
Forget they tweak a dangerous link,
When they tamper with our pride.
They seem to deem us stupid,
Psychiatric Psychiatrist - A Joke On Psychiatry
A few weeks ago I went to see a psychiatrist.
We talked about how I was feeling. I really wanted to hit him in the face when he asked that. I didnt do that. I regret that .....
Devoid of thought or reason,A few weeks ago I went to see a psychiatrist.
We talked about how I was feeling. I really wanted to hit him in the face when he asked that. I didnt do that. I regret that .....
And only ever act as cupid,
When its an election season,
Previously ministries made mistakes,
And cuckolded cogent cries,
But none before these raised the stakes
And made an art form out of lies.
http://www.stiffsteiffs.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/poems.htm
About the Author
Ex systems programmer, originally Civil Engineer. Retained interest in Engineering, though now lamentably less civil. About to be eliminated by Blair Police for having an opinion and not having been fined for a month. I enjoy being taxed and my intelligence insulted and look forward to the next election, if not much sooner.