(Humor Poem) Just Shut Up

JUST SHUT UP

 

Please be quiet doesn’t always work

If we do speak up, now we’re the jerk

Kindness is just a moral fantasy these days

Why should the world be quiet for you or me

So much racket makes our eardrums blow up

 

Married to a spouse who lies so smooth and well

Derriere in the air but not for the likes of you

Careful what you pray for if you want a pretty little flirt

Their dirty little minds will get you planted in the dirt

The heart says stay but the brain says shut up and leave

 

First time was a hoe, second time you swear you married a witch

Follow you around like a snake, with their fangs in your face

O the hate filled games these villains learn and love to play

If they show you any kindness it is because you paid and paid

Your weary heart wants to scream, just shut up and go away

 

Lying to you and the Preacher saying they will when they know they won’t

Two times brought you Hell on Earth, are we dumb enough to try for a third

When you see her smile it’s just because she is planning her next diabolical scheme

Two Spouses who loved to cheat and both wishing you were dead so why try for three

Some times its best to just shut up, learn to say no, and don’t listen to your jeans

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Real World Poem) Service The Corporate American Way

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

 

Service The Corporate American Way

 

Service, have you seen anything resembling it today

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

Ever receive a smile or a thank you for your work today

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

Hope against hope, correct order maybe one time in five

So many counters your native tongue you will seldom hear

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

Receiving ignoring, frowns, cursing while on their phones instead

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 Arkansas hills

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

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

They got all your money they snarl and hiss then push you out of the way

 

Home at last to enter your personal version of bliss

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

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

Your cat pee’s on your feet, your dog takes a bite out of your knee

To the basement to your kids hidden Colombian Gold

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

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

 

Service, a six letter word with four letter Corporate distaste

Our modern world, service 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 sight

Like Trump at NATO pushing the Prime Minister out of His place

 

 

Were We Ever Here? Did We Really Have A Life?

 

I started to ask the question of what will people think

Now that your last breath has left its physical host

Would we really be surprised if no one cared or came

Is it just a cold hard reality at some point and time for all

Once gone from here will anyone ever again think of our face

Will there be those of your own blood glad that your gone

 

Mistakes we have made in our days gone by

Separated by so many miles and ever precious time

Family blood is a bond no time nor human can break

Will we be remembered as one whom gave a damn

Did you find your partner, the one who loved you back

Find your peace with God, or spouse and home you’ll lose

Will our bodies even be allowed a formal resting place

 

All the bad we done did it’s all just history now

That ain’t no pretty answer, just the cold hard facts

Ole’ French King Whats His Name “after me the deluge”

Will we all be just a vapor just like that Kings last draw

Are we but a grain of sand beneath the oceans of time

Love the Lord, obey your wife, always take your Mom’s call

Pray that when we are gone someone still smiles at our face.

Personal Thoughts And Takes From 1 Corinthians 10:13

 

There is no tribulation that has come upon me but such as is common to mankind. For with all of my trials and tribulations God has always taken care of me. God is faithful to us, His creations, and He will not allow us to be tempted or tried beyond what we are able to handle, with His help.

That is as long as I do not ever let anything come before my love, faith, and service to our Lord Jesus the Christ/Messiah, for He is Love. God has always been faithful to me my whole life. Ever since I was very young I have been blessed to know of our Lords presence. He has always been there for me, I wish I could honestly say the same.

So, if a person can be faithful to their spouse…

If a person can be faithful to their employer…

Can a person be faithful to our own Creator?