(Real World Poem) Service The Corporate American Way



Service, have you seen anything which resembling it today

Gas, coffee, morning biscuits, factory and office we slave

Ever receive a smile or a thank you for the work you did today

Drive ups for breakfast, and of course, wrong food, wrong change

Hope against hope, correct order you get, maybe one time in five



So many counters and windows your native tongue you seldom hear

Wishing for a smile or a kind word that might lighten your dark day

Receiving ignoring, frowns, cursing while on their phones they stay

Now unload and reload, give them your money, hurry through the line

Profane gestures and lip if perceived to be slowing their money train


Wally-World, when it comes to service taught the world how not to be

Employees catch all the garbage as it flows down from the Arkansas hills

At the bottom of the latter with smiles they throw it in their workers face

Take all your money make you pack your own order no time to count change

When they got all your money they snarl and hiss as they push you away


Home at last to enter your personal version of this earthly bliss

Kids ignore you, spouse flapping lips, hate received, no hi, no kiss

With the world outside their minds, full of hate, home at last, bliss

Now the cat pee’s on your feet, your dog takes a bite from your knee

Your Spouse demanding Supper before you set your briefcase down



After dishes to the basement to your kids hidden Colombian Gold

Aw the flower of our youth, before adult depression took its hold

Looks like Jose’ Cuervo, Colombian, and I have a late date tonight

Service, a six letter word with four letter Corporate hate by design

Our modern world, service is only given if you pay your all to play

Poor people aren’t even worth throwing their carcass’ in a grave

Only then government and the 1% quit pushing you out of their way


The Pilot Light In The Basement Of Hell


My picture of Hell is that it is a place where people will be in a condition like if a person were doused in gasoline then lit on fire, but you can never die from the pain, you must exist that way forever. Folks I don’t wish that on anyone that I have ever met but there are a lot of really nasty people who are probably down there right now suffering that pain. But folks, there have been some really bad people whom have walked upon this same earth that we stand on today, people like Hitler, Stalin, Jeffery Dommer and Chairman Mao. If these folks have had their audience at the Judgement Seat of Christ, where are they now?

Today what has jerked my chain is the story on the Google News about a 20-year-old thing (I refuse to call this thing, a man) in Raqqa Syria who is so beholding to a group of Demonic thugs that call themselves ISIS had the gall to execute his own Mom in front of a crowd. I read what she was being executed for, I did not continue reading to see how he committed this horrible crime against Nature and against God. I have never wished anyone to actually go to Hell literally, but I hope this piece of vomit dies a horrible death very soon and I hope that he knocks Hitler off of Hell’s pilot lite in the basement. What kind of sick mind could kill their own Mom, this is a creature that I could damn sure pull the trigger on, even a pacifist like I have grown into being has a real line in the sand concerning some things and murdering your own Mom crosses every line of decency within me.  This is just my opinion, what runs through your mind when you hear of such things? Does it make you sick, do you even care? I’m just trying to get us all to think, to keep your minds and your eyes open.