You Do Have a Choice
I disagree.
You do have a choice.
Either you do it as requested.
Or...
I take it away with your blessing.
Where have you been?
Greed is the basis of this economy.
Not your well being.
If that was the case...
All of us would be living in luxury.
And controling the government,
Like the folks on Wall Street do.
What other foolish ideas do you have?
Your reality has been based on deceit.
When all that you know...
Is getting loans and having good credit,
You have less cash to grasp.
And you give that up very fast.
To maintain a gain for you that does not last.
Stop paying your taxes.
On anything you own.
You'll either be sitting on cold concrete.
Or find yourself on your behind...
Either on the streets,
Or on wet or dry grass.
I disagree with your assessment wholeheartedly.
You do have a choice.
Haven't you been allowed to express that freely?
Haven't you elected those...
To do that for you deliberately?
Where have you been?
Entertaining your delusions...again! ?
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To Produce and Spread the Legitimacy
I've overheard some people to say,
How they have to work two and three jobs
To maintain their quality of life.
? ? ?
Yes,
I've questioned it.
Even as I thought about it, I was in question.
Working two and three jobs to maintain a quality of life?
And those 'bigwigs' on Wall Street,
Entitle themselves to luxuries and bonuses...
Stripping away 'generations' of folks?
Literally!
Forget the figurative!
These folks are high-falutin looters!
Just based on whether or not their company allows it?
Pocketing millions to accomodate their greed?
And they may not be seen in the office...
Or in the buildings where they have committed theft and fraud?
And folks have elected a government to represent their wishes?
These are their wishes?
To be dismissed like this?
Even some plantation owners left the land to the slaves.
To show their appreciation.
Whether that was from guilt or not...
That is yet to be debated.
Ladies and gentlemen...
I ask you this,
Anytime you have to adapt to slavery to maintain a quality of life,
Is that life?
Or bondage?
Harriet Tubman realized that many years ago,
When she was brave enough to smuggle some black people to Toronto.
You've heard of the Underground Railroad?
Not the restaurant.
The movement.
But those today are thrilled...
Ecstatic,
To show that ball and chain around their necks!
And brag about standards and values they condone someone else stealing!
While thumbing their noses and attitudes at others.
And not getting a wink of sleep,
Trying to keep what is being taxed.
And we all know if you stop paying taxes...
Who comes to take back,
What is claimed 'owned'.
This is the democracy we have been taught that is envied around the world?
Perhaps that is why a global economic crisis has been claimed!
There is just not enough people willing to kill themselves for it.
At least not at the expense of someone else's luxurious lifestyle!
But then again...
Even their greed has enforced limitations.
Now those in control are heard moaning about producing more loans.
Increasing credit limits.
To continue feeding a gluttony without cash being exchanged!
Folks it is there in your faces.
This is not made up stuff!
While kids fight to get into college.
Not for knowledge.
Would we be in these dire straits,
If folks were knowledgeable?
there is a greed perceived that is needed.
To keep this addiction thriving!
And costly are the fees for it!
Just as wars keep conflicts...
And fears assigned to terrorists!
All there to produce and spread the legitimacy,
Of this sickness.
It is the progress of a demented society!
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Expected Acceptance
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
Existing to thrive on good credit and loans...
Is slowing ripping apart an economy that groans.
With no ending to the moans heard,
From those still faithful of a resurgence.
And a return of self-servance.
Lifelines are frayed!
Are wearing on the nerves of those afraid.
A monoply of fear is losing its fan base.
Its use to produce a threatened standard of life...
Begins to tatter the stars and stripes,
With the reality of corrupted treason...
Seasoned by deceit.
And exposed as common news,
On gossiped streets.
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
And pursued are the doers...
Found attempting to patch the cracks,
Upon their own established foundations.
With promises of changes to correct!
Effective changes,
For a system crumbling from selfishness...
And neglect!
Molded to bleed and fed on myths...
How can this be done?
Who will implement them?
Since such devastation,
Has already begun...
In the minds of everyone!
Who will implement them?
Or recognize them when they do come,
To be defined for those...
Born to feed a greed state of mind!
How can one be led away...
From what has been known all this time.
And lived to be worshipped,
In a conformed restricting consciousness.
Who will implement this...
Expected acceptance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whatever Humpty Use to Be
A bail out administered...
To end what?
An economy based upon temptation,
And lust that feeds unending greed?
A welcomed bail out will diminish,
Credit condoned on loans alone...
And this is going to be a return to prosperity?
What nursery rhyme is this...
Wished upon unconscious minds,
To absorb and believe?
Wasn't it Humpty Dumpty who sat on a wall...
Falling off to crack?
Did he not break up into pieces...
Never able to crawl at all?
Never to come back?
Since pieces sitting into crumbling bits,
Would not allow any of it!
And whatever Humpty use to be,
Never again to fit...
As a Humpty Dumpty once perceived.
As reality arrives to stun and surprise.
While chunks of a falling wall is seized!
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Cash In Your Face
You just could not know how long we tried
To see how this building looks inside
This must be a lucky day for me
Because the sign says theres a vacancy
Look I know you came a long way
But you made it just too late
So we had to give it to somebody else
Well I talked to you on the phone less than fifteen minutes ago
And you told me that it was cool
I graduated from howard u.
My job is paying good money too
And if you check on my resume
Youll find they all wanted me to stay
Well I cant take the time out
To check your credit card
cause the computer just broke down today
Well Ill stop by here tomorrow to complete our interview
But I know what youre gonna say
I know what your bottomline is
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
Too-oo, too-oo too bad,
Too-oo, too-oo too sad
Our first child is due here any day
Thats why were desperate for a place to stay
The location is so perfect too
So please try to do what you can do
Well in this apartment complex no children are allowed
And if you told me that I could have saved you alot of time
Well I thought the bill was passed that said you could not discriminate
But I know some excuse youll find
Because your bottom line is
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
Aye, you might be a great doctor
You might be a great lawyer
You might possess the key to the city
Or maybe a politician
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Just Not Equipped
The only case they have,
Should be a 'suitcase'.
Packed and ready to carry.
And/or dragged behind them.
Even though they have depleted the economy,
With unprecedented selfish greed.
They are still pleading to bleed it,
On credit and loans.
With people moaning about a way of life,
Based upon the right to take away from others.
And attacking those,
Who in the past have supported their whims!
With a wish that a newly elected president fails.
And he is the only one left with the credibility to save them.
The ones that could have prevented their miseries...
Had been the liars and thieves,
With no integrity at all.
And they praised them for these false images.
If they wish one with integrity fails...
What does that say about the mindset of the people?
Are they wicked 'and' mentally sick?
Or just not equipped with a consciousness?
One that has been nourish on common sense.
Or all of the above?
'I would say that depends on the luggage.
Are those 'bags' they carry or drag behind them,
Louis Vitton?
If not it doesn't matter.
Folks have been blinded by design! '
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The (Not-So-Great) Bailout of 2008
Gather round children,
as I tell the tale,
Of how all the banks
started to fail.
About how the government
bailed out the rich,
Rather than the poor,
which would have been a switch.
People were greedy,
for something called cash,
Brokers on Wall Street had plenty,
so what they did seems rash.
And so they started
robbing regular people blind.
That's how America (and the World)
got into a bind.
The banks began approving loans for homes,
to anyone who might need.
The value would go up,
and you could re-mortgage indeed.
People started spending
what they never had.
The way money was their religion
was awfully sad.
People would spend thousands of dollars,
On luxury items and diamond rings,
While poor children went without
food, braces and things.
The world was on a bubble
about to break.
Still banks pushed loans and investments
with ratings that were fake.
The economy crashed
like a run away train.
Regular people watched as their savings
and retirement went down the drain.
The president and congress
fearing another crash,
put together
a bailout plan fast.
They reasoned, if we don't fix the economy
the whole ship will sink.
'You don't understand, ' they claimed
the world is on the brink.
And so the government taught future generations,
handing (the rich) a bone,
That's it's okay to spend
more than you own.
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We Just Ask For Your Support
The economy is strong!
However...
We are in need of a least two trillion dollars,
To avoid any delusions we might encounter...
In the event the future may disagree,
With our current assessment.
And we will be glad to provide any documentation,
To support our findings.
Or lack there of!
We just ask for your support,
In the event we should run out of money...
Prior to the selling of the usual accustomed BS!
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Where to Bathe and What to Eat!
Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
Replaces the obvious imposed.
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged...
By another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged by another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
Just to nibble on sweetened pretentions.
To share from a vacuous hollowness!
And at someone else's expense.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
While those who scurry about with their lifted up noses...
Seek a place to close a door anywhere.
With anyone who agrees...
They are still able to indentify their sanity!
It may not be the accepted 'sanity'!
But at least they are supportive of one another!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And people who are marketing decadence,
Stuff their diseased guts...
With delusions of grandeur.
OR something they hold,
To make them feel better than someone lese.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Caring less about their bad credit.
Or who refused them a loan,
Based upon nothing in collateral shown.
Since once valued pretentions have lost their asset.
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Give Him Credit For Something
He wants to damage our way of life...
And the economy!
He wants to frighten us with scare tactics.
With a bombardment of truths.
And we aren't accustomed to it!
He wants to inflict us with decisions,
Unlike any made before.
He wants to remove deceit and lies.
And expose us to reality.
To leave that at our front doors.
He dares to reveal an incompetent government.
He dares to be a leader...
Choosing to use common sense.
'Don't be so hard on him!
He has yet to say anything...
About taking away your delusions.
Those he wishes you to keep.
They have been excluded.
Give him credit for something! '
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Sup?
'The usual stuff.
I see the same folks stuck.
Draggin' their butts from rut to rut.
Complaining about their bad luck...
While others do their best,
To pull themselves up.'
I see you struttin'.
Doesn't seem like you much troubled,
'Bout too much or nuthin'!
'I see it and I don't.
Aint got time for misery.
And I'm not 'bout to get on my knees...
Just to see somebody pleased,
I can do it.
I don' been through that mess.
You 'member I was distressed,
And express that to you.
As you pretended to listen to me confess,
From my point of view.
'Sup with you? '
The usual stuff.
I see the same folks stuck.
Draggin' their butts from rut to rut.
Complaining about their bad luck...
While others do their best,
To pull themselves up.
'I see.
Looks like you and me,
Got lots in common? '
Yep!
Which goes to show...
Even though we think 'we' different from the others,
We haven't moved too far...
From where they are.
'Yeah!
But don't it feel good to know sumthin'
'Bout movin' on?
Even if it is going 'round in circles? '
I guess!
They are there and we are here.
But it looks like they've got a better way,
Of avoiding paying more taxes.
And I 'use' to think the gov'ment was helping them out?
'Naw man,
That's how them folks got there in the first place!
How many liars and thieves you know,
Live like this? '
Well...
'None!
Where you goin'?
To that job fair? '
Might as well.
Seems to be the routine.
Either I'm over qualified...
Or I've got bad credit!
And when I 'was' qualified...
I stayed in a rut!
That's wassup!
'Stayin' in that rut, huh? '
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Lay Down And Die, Goodbye
Beautiful flyaway
Somewhere like Holy Days
Wonder what brought me back to earth
Haven't I always been here
Let's take another near-beer
Later I think I'll disappear into the bishop's hall
And take a look at what we offer
DDT poisoning me changing my relativity
What's it going to be
Later I think I'll disappear into another room
And take a look inside the till
Lovely days, human ways, journeys that take us to the end
Haven't we always been here
Sharing one love and one fear
Some day you'll know that life is really, really all about you
So come and look inside
You'll be surprised to find
Later I think I'll disappear into another womb
And take a look inside the mens' room
Haven't I given you everything that I could give
Where do you live
You are the only censor.
If you don't like what I say, you have a
choice. You can turn me off..
If you don't like what I say, you have a choice.
You can turn me off..
Well I've written home to mother
The ink ran from my tear
I said "Momma, momma please
Tell me why you bore me
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Certainly we disagree with the Communist Party, as we disagree with other political parties who are trying to maintain the American way of life.
quote by Dorothy Day
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My Question to Alan Greenspan and Ben Bernanke
When banks went bankrupt, to bail them out
The government gave them a cushy handout
When the rest of economy went to recession
The government tried to make a good impression
It printed trillions of fiat money
To rescue all friends of the Easter Bunny
To provide the necessary wherewithal
To spend its way out of the hole
The politicians were not aware
While they built the bridges that lead to nowhere
That money is also a finite resource
They had good intentions: for better or for worse
Inflation and taxes beyond any doubt
Caused my retirement fund wipe out
My finances were trapped, I couldn’t get any cash
When stocks and bonds have turned into trash
I was paying my mortgage & credit card debt
I spent money wisely, my expenses were capped
With banks in default, the dollar’s inflating
I still retain 5-star credit rating
Hey, Mr.Bernanke and Mr.Greenspan
Something is wrong with your genius plan
Would you, please, tell me, whose fault is that -
People are suffering and banksters are fat?
***
August 23,2009
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Our Reflective Mirror
Our elected representatives are our reflective mirror does that seem fair to say
And what we sow we do receive life's always been this way
Our deceitful and greedy politicians the mirror of our deceit and greed
Of corruption on election day 'tis we who plant the seed
They are our own reflection for want of a better name
And perhaps we should first look at ourselves when them we choose to blame
Of the poverty that surrounds us from where we live not far away
The gap between the haves and the have nots is getting wider by the day
So many do grow poorer for every millionaire
And some will tell you such is life though life on many doesn't seem fair
You hear the Government Ministers talk of the good economy
But that does little for the millions living in poverty
Our elected representatives are our reflective mirror though with that few may agree
And despite what you may think or say that's how it seems to me.
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Beautiful Flyaway
Beautiful flyaway
Somewhere like Holy Days
Wonder what brought me back to earth
Haven't I always been here
Let's have another nibble
Later I think I'll disappear into the bishop's hall
And take a look at what we offer
DDT poisoning me changing my relativity
What's it going to be
da da da da d-da
Later I think I'll disappear into another room
And take a look inside the till
Lovely days, human ways, journeys that take us to the end
Aah...
Haven't we always been here
Sharing one love and one fear
Some day you'll know that life is really, really all about you
So come and look inside
You'll be surprised to find
Later I think I'll disappear into another womb
And take a look inside the mens' room
Haven't I given you everything that I could give
Where do you live
Aah...
[Tom Smothers]
You are the only censor.
If you don't like what I say, you have a
choice. You can turn me off..
(chainsaw sound)
[Tom Smothers]
If you don't like what I say, you have a choice.
You can turn me off..
Well I've written home to mother
The ink ran from my tear
I said "Momma, momma please
Tell me why you bore me
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I Really Haven't Got The Time
(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Instrumental
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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Pay Up
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
They wish their safety,
As long as someone else is delayed.
And when a perception their security is weak...
Immediately they accuse the government,
Of not doing its best to protect their manicured...
And suburban profiled streets.
So pathetically crazed,
They accuse the current administration...
Of being too much in their lives.
And these same people have claimed recently,
The government should spend more...
To ensure their interests are not terrorized.
So sick with thick self righteousness,
These same folks wish for economic bliss to exist.
While living lives indebted...
To unpaid loans,
And fantasies charged to overwhelming credit.
So pathetically crazed.
From day to day they contradict their ways.
And they just don't get it!
No one is left who is willing to hold their breath...
For repayment or an extension to prolong delusions.
And those in control of those foreign banks,
Are simply saying, 'Pay up! '
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I Love You Anyways
You were on my mind
Inside the cinema
You looked so beautiful
I almost had to go
and when I got outside
I thought of you again
I think you should be framed
In some fine art gallery
I know you'd disagree with me
But I love you anyways
And should I climb high my
Dreary city walls
They make me feel so small
Oh let me fade away
This city's so cold and old
Forever rain or snow
i'd really love to come and go
Oh won't you stay with me
I know you'd disagree with me
I just know you'd disagree
but I love you anyways
You were on my mind
Inside the cinema
You looked so beautiful
I almost dried an eye
And when I got outside
I caught the 44
It dropped me outside my front door
Forgot what I'd been living for
song performed by by Travis from Good Feeling
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I Didn't Express That Assessment
I will never find you trustworthy.
'Why?
Because I have the right to change my mind,
When I decide?
And I am not concrete in any decision I make,
To declare I've made one to keep?
And I have never did anything to prove I have integrity? '
That's my feeling about you exactly.
'Well...
Everyone has a right to express their own opinion.
Even though I may not agree to that assessment,
You have of me.'
Remember...
I didn't express that assessment.
You just made it easier not to argue with you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
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