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Carlo C Gomez Jul 2021
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Wake, no wake

He dreams of obituaries
And toe tagging

Exhuming dearly departed dollars
And biting the nails
Of his cadavers

Forensically speaking
He can talk of the dead

He's one lucky stiff

Pushing up daisies
All over the yard
Of his rose cottage

This life at rainbow's end
Each day mortiferously expires

It's all there in the brochure

~
Francie Lynch Jun 2021
It's not your business,
But you asked;
Don't.
There are bigger concerns,
The phone lines are open.
Attend a town hall;
Write an editorial.
Churches have eager ears
That listen in the dark
Behind oak lattice.
You could walk away
With three Hail Marys,
And a slew of Glory Be's.
But I have a question for you,
What's your business?
nick armbrister May 2021
Substandard Tires
The customer rants and raves at me saying it’s all my fault
And my colleague’s and my employer that he’s got no family
He threatens all of us with court and is off to see the judge
You’ll be in the dock all together he warns for ******
Treating me like I’m the CEO and God of ACME Tires
I just answer the phone and reply to emails
I never made the substandard tires on his car
That failed and killed his daughter wife and sister
He rants and raves and it lasts an hour
All recorded he states finally stopping
If I was employed by the Illuminati
Making cups of tea would he sue me?
For not making his tea sweet enough
Now I nod and say what an *******
I’m so glad he can hear me
His tires will soon fail…
Michael T Chase Feb 2021
Business, it takes the love out of everything, but gives so much spirit.
buzz, ****
doit, mute
hustle first
then bustle
screamin' chops
tired lips
crimson ties
broken blues
closed circles
open arms

wag the dog
book the gig
call the cab
hit the beat
play the set
chew the fat
sell the axe
make the rent
let the next
be the last
for D.P. & M.M.
--
the ones that teach you,
who lift you up over
their heads
in good faith,
these are their stories.
annh Feb 2021
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸’𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢,
𝙾𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜,
𝙾𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎...

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

Ancient dwelling places, forgotten pathways and neglected graveyards fill me to the brim with an enthusiasm for the mundane. As the fabric of life thins the voices of the celebrated AND the unknown whisper their legacy in the stoney structures which remain.

‘Oh, the wizardry of history. All the people who have lived and died,
the people whose stories have survived.’
- Isaac du Toit, Passionately Curious
labyrinth Feb 2021
one

When it comes to selling a pure soul to Devils
There are basically three good-looking levels

What we ought to be analyzing first
Known as quenchless material thirst

This is where you start being flirty
With anything iniquitous and/or *****

Seeing property, ranks or things as somewhat valuable
Precisely what makes you weaker and more fallible

Watch out! Once you’re out of your humble abode
It’s tough to come back from that tempting road

Still a rather innocent level to be at
Heads up! You don’t know what it might beget

Fly is not little anymore, if it’s in the ointment
Not worth it to dishonor your biggest commitment

Being a human, that is. As the day you were born
Ponder on it for a sec! Before you scorn

Evidently at this stage, the relation with money
Is like of a baby bear and a jar of honey

Little by little minds became ravished
Easy come, easy go; lots were lavished

Enough number of bad deeds to practice
Sure elevated you higher than apprentice

You’re already accustomed to being unfair
Before you know it, you’ll forget how to spare

As time passes by, you’re at the very threshold
Of Daemon’s pawn shop, where dignities are bought and sold

Please stop acting like you don’t have a clue
We all know this didn’t come out of the blue

Deliberately avoided to get a rain check on this
It’s nobody’s fault now, you chose going amiss

two

Congrats! You graduated from dirt to sewer
Competitors around here are a lot fewer

You’re already a guard dog, since you passed the test
Masters give you orders now, go ahead and try your best

Good news, the payoffs are way bigger
Can you dig it? You sneaky, cheeky digger

Including but not limited to bribing
Cutting in lines, cheating, lies or bid rigging

Then come rip-offs, swindles and deceits
A whole lot of rotten bucks with no receipts

Agreements, clients, customers are out there
Simply for the sake of your modest ******* share

Don’t get carried away, we focus on the vicious
Deals of the bad guys who are too ambitious

To go for the sinless mass, trick them for wealth
Playing with the good-old education and health

Any clean trade with sweat and decency
Is not the subject here, except positive recency

What do I mean by that? Positive stays in the mind
A little good news every day, to keep the crowds blind

Anyway, where were we? Let’s just keep proceeding
To describe to folks what the hell’s really happening

Style counts, huh? All ties and jackets
While squirrelling away the fortune in buckets

It’s legit, it’s shapely. It’s not artifice.
Make no mistake. Around here, we call it business

Regardless of whose, walked away with all you could
At the end of the day, you’re not ******* Robin Hood

How fascinating, virtually as good as it gets
Go Figure. The last step, where the Evil One besets

  three

You’re at the third and last phase already
His highness the Satan is now your sugar daddy

Civil rights, law, ethics, and much more to violate
The higher you climb, the more to annihilate

Get ready straight to make millions suffer
From that armored zone of yours, you call buffer

Having children work for real late hours
Well, it’s their children, right? Not ours!

Going for the pension plans of the most innocent
Is merely a prize to you. Almost magnificent

Causing conflicts to sell even more weapons
What’re you gonna do man? **** just happens!

Resolutions, legality, votes and members
Are tools to Lucifer. But who remembers?

Vietnam, Africa and all the Middle East
Where you have real wars to feed your beast

Journalists, congressmen, soldiers or presidents
Are on the payroll of this firm, a bunch of happy residents

As you step up, one day you will realize
Almost all the wealth belongs to you and your allies

But that won’t stop you from chasing your goals
Remember, Beelzebub already bought your souls

I can’t help but wonder, why people are so stupid
Distorted religion maybe or TV makes them this torpid

Better this way anyway, because if they wake
You’ll have to **** ’em all to keep your dear stake

Once you’re registered in this ****** parade
You get paid as long as your role is well-played

Thus, it will be a ******* habit for you to breach
Anything and everything that’s within your reach

Crème de la crème treatment will be your regular
Etiquette is your last name, you shameless embezzler

But, hey. You’ll look very good in that high-end camouflage
All this charade to you is one good Swedish massage

I don’t think one will ever solve this double-bind puzzle
So keep up the good work with your stinky razzle-dazzle

Meanwhile, refrain from looking in the mirror
I forgot. It’s only business and you’re not a sinner

Dude! It’s about time now, you can die rich
Just before that, however, one last thing to teach

You look sharp alright, charismatic and ****
One day you’ll regret all this, I’m not whistling Dixie

Come around and behave. Labyrinth calls your class
Or else kindly take it all and shove it up your ***
This has been posted before
N Pescador Jan 2021
Life is like a business world
You need people
But you can’t trust them
You can only do is grow big
And maybe someday
You can stand on your own
So no one can hurt or disappoint you
Kristin Dec 2020
A heap of restaurant chairs
weighed down the old red Chevy truck
criss-crossed by a nonsense of bungee cords

What a heap of sadness
weighing the workers down
criss-crossing each other in masked silence

The sad eyes of the restauranteurs
as the weighed down truck pulls away
with their hopes and dreams, silently

Eyes resisting tears
pulling at all the strength they may have left
hoping their home isn't next

It's a tearful Christmas despite all the good cheer
leaving behind hopes and dreams in a viral haze
it's hope that makes a home; money, only a house
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