Saturday, May 05, 2018
Priestcrafts
How thinking thought
Bright ones disguise the
route, better to laugh off
the rest of us.
Getting one fuckin thing
straight is Ivy degree to many.
They drink up Blue Collar
Fridays though.
The Smart-Asses never,
ever, belonging!Labels: class, intellectual, snob, worker
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Encompassing
Rich happy
with The Party of the Rich–-
aka sneered “Republican.”
Dems pipe
Worker’s Rights.
Well and fine,
fearless, even,
but it’s really
One Big Party
for two! Truly,
The Money Party!
Cast your votes for it.
How can you lose?
Labels: corruption, Democrat, money, money in politics, parties the same, Party of Rich, Republican, rich, worker
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
Signing Anyone Up?
-We need a Revolution!
-Last time I looked, each one of them
comprised of people. And all kinds.
Sorry, Republicans, with your bribing
billionaires!
-I think we can get Democrats.
-If they can extract themselves from footnotes?
Besides, they put a puppy in a commercial,
and figure it totally sews up the Women’s Vote.
-What do the Republicans put in a commercial?
-Worldwide Industrial Paradise where all choke to death!
-Brought to you by Free Market?
-And God on his better days!
-I heard He made a killing on commodities.
-That was War.
-Did Money ever lose a war?
-Maybe early on. Still want your revolution?
-Absolutely!
-Then you hafta understand the guys in the Havana Airport I saw. Sweepers. One asked
"Are we sweeping this floor for Socialism?"
“That, and coffee and cigarettes.” Smirking other.
-They took a half-hour break then.
-Are you saying Fidel lost them?
-Only his words. They loved him still.
-Is there...a bottom line in this somewhere?
-Neither party understands those guys:
The American Versions thereof!
-Who does?
-Trump!
-Jesus!
-He’ll bring around the coffee and cigarettes,
argue with them as to who’s more full of shit!
-We can still get these guys for the Revolution!
-Not in a textbook you can’t!
Labels: Capitalist, Cuba, Democrat, Fidel, God, Republican, revolution, Socialist, Trump, visionary, worker
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Colors of Injuries
He was hired in the factory for his ability to climb the highest
machines and perform the necessary adjustments and repairs.
If it were a tree, he'd beat an ape up it!
Pretty much a solo act, his life assumed a routine where he went
from huge machine to huge machine.
Until an airhose went crazy one fateful day and sent him pinballing
down the supportive fretwork of the largest monster there.
The foreman expected him to be dead, but he sprung up and did
stretching exercises. His face, however, remained purple and he
was bruised all over.
Thence the nickname, Bruise.
Bruise refused to go the infirmary back then. Indeed climbed
back up and secured the mad airhose. Wiry as ever!
The foreman was so grateful that Bruise avoided the doctor, because his department had the worst safety record, that he kept nudging him up until he reached the top of his pay grade.
His fellow workers had insisted that he should sue, but Bruise never
did anything to divert him from his chosen mission.
Later, after an auto accident, he did find it convenient to sue, and
settle for a large amount. “Put you on the stand and no jury
would hand you less than a million!” his lawyer affirmed.
By some medical miracle or other, the bruises never faded and
always looked fresh.
He resembled a newly-tattooed man if all the tattoos were shades
of purple. The areas between the bruises got multi-hued.
His wife divorced him, becoming sick at the sight of it all.
But now, Glads has moved in. "I like the look of him in bed.
Sorta all colors!"
Labels: bruise, bruising, factory, hazard, industrial, industrial accident, Law, medical miracle, tattoo, worker
