Off Shore Sweat
pathos
pity
poverty
lines
of corporate
profit
quests
equating to
policies
of cheap
off shore sweat
shop labour
silencing mega
domestic factories
stillness doomed
giant economy
millions of proud
loyal blue collar
workers
sentenced
shuffled
to
long
lines
of shame ghost
economic sorrow
in massive reaped
industrial recession
as the bell tolls
grave consequences
of blind
corporate
greed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mitt Romney Has Confirmed What?
Mitt Romney has confirmed that which more than
47% of US voters have felt in their citizen hearts;
excessive profit exploitation of resources by 1%
the richest money grabbing carpetbaggers is wrong.
Mitt Romney condescendingly declared a poor
over exploited 47% dependent on the federal;
government for healthcare and housing are not
a presidential responsibility in corporate policy.
Mitt Romney has no ability to provide better lives
nationally as a goal massive profits by his ruthless;
supporters capitalism of super-corporations bankers
is adding salt to US unemployed bleeding wounds.
Mitt Romney supports government failing to provide
Americans employment due to recession production;
in factories exported overseas denying an American
recovery domestic employment in America healthy.
Mitt Romney illustrates how government by the rich
for the rich has lost the faith hearts and minds of;
poor Americans need creating employment for work
starved poor by building roads bridges both literally;
and figuratively would restore faith in key leadership
and US economy with a positive invasion of the mind;
sending jobs factories to foreign sweat shop workers
strips discarded victim job stripped of right to work!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Political Spin Recession Sold
I check reality
all the time
I can take it
no need for drugs
alcohol to escape it
a little wine is fine
an interesting thing
about dead end reality
is how few can face it
when political spin
is being recession sold
wholesale masses
wallow in it
shadows may walk
line sow facts
in face cold
of political edge
constructed
illusion
rhetoric
party
line sold
to further exploit
recession
unwaged
already exploited
get real
open factories
on shore
not off shore
in poor foreign
max profit exploited
sweat shop land
get real
create
local jobs
enough already fed BS
sucking up to sponsor
owner corporate bosses
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Blue Collar Workers
Blue collar workers feeling used.
And being replaced,
By a robotic hasted pace.
Blue collar workers feeling used,
And moved...
From an assembled human touch,
To programmed computers...
More effective as tools.
Blue collar workers feeling used,
And moved...
From positions that were sacrificed,
To improve what they do.
Automated are these times,
And cheap labor too!
Booted by computers that leave nothing to do,
For the blue collar workers,
Feeling used and abused.
Delete.
Don't need.
Delete.
Don't need.
Booted by computers that leave nothing to do,
For the blue collar workers,
Feeling used and abused.
Blue collar workers feeling used,
And moved...
From positions that were sacrificed,
To improve what they do.
Automated are these times,
And cheap labor too!
Delete.
Don't need.
Delete.
Don't need.
Booted by computers that leave nothing to do,
For the blue collar workers,
Feeling used and abused.
Delete.
Don't need.
Delete.
Don't need.
Blue collar workers feeling used,
And moved.
Delete.
Don't need.
Delete.
Don't need.
Blue collar workers feeling used,
And moved.
Replaced by automation,
And much cheaper labor too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Political Fruit: A Political Solution!
A yokel’s assessment
loft pigeon holing
key kiwi politics
for term year 2001.
Under Labouring Leadership
exhibited by Prime Minister.
Housewife mentality not
her honourable Helen Clark.
“I’m glad I’m a kiwi
in the land of the free(?)
I wish I was a dog
and Jenny Shipley was a tree! ”
That former National Leader
of the N.Z. Socialist Welfare State.
Effectively exterminated some of
the old the sick the maimed not retained.
The (destained) . Supposedly unemployable.
Through effective long hospital waiting lists.
Patients patiently dying in sickening turn.
Waiting for their turn lifetime tax paid for.
Grossly government underfunded operations.
Patients could not live long enough to have.
Contrast increasing youth adult suicide rates.
Highlights dispirited dispossessed chose to die.
Rather than live with unstomachable shame.
Shame for their families to deal with if had one.
National gave their last paid jobs away to
cheaper ill fated foreign third world workers.
To even more socially exploited workers.
In even more exploited less fortunate lands.
Ensuring aspiring elite rich may free trade
grossing ever more greed upon greed
sweat and misery maximized equating to
an advanced global industrial slavery.
As Neo-liberal policies bite ever harder.
“Full employment is necessary
for capitalism
to grow”; did you never realize!
Shrinking profit rates! Economic Solution?
Inspires corporate elite to revive
depression causing economic liberalism!
Definitions: 1. Rule Of The Market.
Main goal. Reduce wages eliminate
worker rights! Ignore Social Damage!
Lie to the plebeians. Tell these victims.
“An unregulated market will increase
economic growth benefit everyone! ”
Reagan sold as 'trickle-down' economics.
Wealth does not trickle down! It is taken!
2. Cut Social Services. Cut education!
Cut health care! Reduce safety-net for poor!
Reduce maintenance for roads bridges
water supply! Sell as reducing taxes needed!
3. Deregulation. Deregulate all impediment
to profits! No! Protecting the environment?
Safety on the job? Reduce maximize profit!
4. Privatization for Profit. State-owned sold!
Sell goods and services to private investors!
Sell banks! Sell key industries! Sell electricity!
Sell railroads! Sell toll highways! Sell schools!
Sell hospitals! Sell fresh water! Tell plebeians?
This is for greater efficiency which is needed!
Concentrate wealth among an elite few! Make
the public pay more for needed goods services!
5. Eliminate the concept of 'The Public Good'.
Rename everything with shiny new names to
destroy community concepts! Replace Unifying
Terms with slogan 'individual responsibility! '
Divide Conquer the to be exploited plebeian cows!
Milk them for all they have got! Pressure poorest
people in society! Make them accountable! Make
them find solutions to their own lack of health care!
Strip poor of good education good social security!
Blame plebeians who fail! Call them lazy! Divide!
Enjoy your promised promoted new world order.
“I’m glad I’m a kiwi in the land of the free”?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Corporate Bottom Line
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
Everyday a job is outsourced,
To prevent a further loss.
And this is cost effective,
As a company directs!
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
And...
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Damn Blue Collar Tweakers
I've seen them out at Soco
They're pounding sixteen penny nails
The truckers on the interstate
Have been known to ride the rails
The sweat is beating on the brow
Can't keep these fellas down
'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers
Are runnin' this here town
I knew a man who hung drywall
He hung it mighty quick
A trip or two to the blue room
WOuld help him do the trick
Hise foreman would pat him on the back
Whenever he would come around
'Cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers
Are beloved in this here town
Now the union boys are there
To protect us from all the corporate type
While curious George's drug patrol
Is out here hunting snipe
Now they try to tell me different
But you know I ain't no clown
'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers
Are the backbone of this town
Now the flame that burns twice as bright
Burns only half as long
My eyes are growing weary
As I finalize this song
So sit back and have a cup o' joe
And watch the wheels go round
'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers
Have always run this town
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song performed by by Primus
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Those Damned Blue-collar Tweekers
Ive seen them out at soco
Theyre pounding sixteen penny nails
The truckers on the interstate
Have been known to ride the rails
The sweat is beating on the brow
Cant keep these fellas down
cause those damned blue-collared tweekers
Are runnin this here town
I knew a man who hung drywall
He hung it mighty quick
A trip or two to the blue room
Would help him do the trick
His foreman would pat him on the back
Whenever he would come around
cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers
Are beloved in this here town
Now the union boys are there
To protect us from all the corporate type
While curious georges drug patrol
Is out here hunting snipe
Now they try to tell me different
But you know I aint no clown
cause those damned blue-collar tweekers
Are the backbone of this town
Now the flame that burns twice as bright
Burns only half as long
My eyes are growing weary
As I finalize this song
So sit back and have a cup o joe
And watch the wheels go round
cause those damned blue-collar tweekers
Have always run this town
song performed by by Primus
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Mitt Romney True Colours
Mitt Romney in surrealist sensationalism
inadvertently modernized 'the tell tale heart'
when he bare all branded 47% of US voters
with a rich condescending flippant remark
pitilessly stating a poor over exploited 47%
are dependent on the national government
adding salt to unemployed bleeding wounds
Romney who grew richer on corporate policy...
send jobs factories to foreign sweat shop workers
declared his victim job stripped 47% have nerve
to think believe they are discarded nobody victims
who believe their government has a responsibility
to care for them but Mitt Romney dropped smart
bomb declaration the poor are not his responsibility...
remember earlier in Mitt Romney presidential
campaign when election hopeful Mr Romney
said he 'wants to help all Americans struggling in
the Obama economy' well he was lying friends...
Mr Romney will remain privileged out of touch
but when will he learn arrogance loses elections?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Far Greater Threat
More of a threat to human existence than the economic recession is the ozone hole in the sky
That scientists claim is growing bigger as the years go by
Caused by carbon emissions that cause Global warming by experts we have been told
The climate is warming even in Lands known to be cold.
Compared to climate change economic recession as a problem seems small
To human existence on the Planet the greatest challenge of all
Is Global warming which we know is Worldwide
Due to our greed for material gain we've put Nature offside.
This World is for us to live in not for to destroy
For the future generation every young girl and boy
We are making life for them harder for our greed they must pay
I hope I am wrong in this though it does seem that way.
The economic recessions they come and they go
And after every recession the economy does grow
But Global warming to humanity is a far greater threat
As it does seem a matter of life and of death.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Politicians - (Villanelle)
the politicians make their plans
while lawyers all review their cases
and corporate money changes hands
make policies for foreign lands
as media promotes their faces
the politicians make their plans
in words nobody understands
speeches made from well known places
and corporate money changes hands
while noisy crowds and marching bands
assemble in our public spaces
the politicians make their plans
and as the voter base expands
pollsters all predict the races
and corporate money changes hands
keep kissing babies, greeting fans
phony handshakes, false embraces
the politicians make their plans
and corporate money changes hands
poem by Charlie Parant
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Corporate plastics.Is it real?
Corporate introduction:
High heel severity…
neck tie suffocation ….
Killer looking
android smiling
Who is real and
Who is not….
Corporate drink
Styrofoam chicory
taste like coffee
Corporate meal
Chinese two minute
Noodle rush thinks
Board room sushi
Corporate physics
Static polyester carpet
Shocks finger on lever
Corporate fantasy
Excecutive parking
Rodeo debrief
Corporate reception
Printer manuel
Parakeet
Repeat after me
I know nothing
How can I help?
Corporate director
Baptist corridor smile
Closed door cunning
Cost reduction morale
starting by you
Corporate retirement
Pull John Doe file
30 year somebody
digital flash moment
golden handshake glory
out the door
who was he?
Corporate drive through take away gone wrong
World trade centre…super size
Boom….memo ash confetti
What the hell! ! ! !
Corporate Summary:
Sophisticated plastic Neanderthal
Gossiping server brain…unplugged…
Can the real person come forward now?
poem by Martin Lochner
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There to Rhyme
He's a corporate leecher.
Disguised as a preacher.
There to rhyme with poetic lines...
To define a satisfied ego!
Aging an outdated purpose.
As he masks his flight to recite,
Prose of those poor and burdened.
Upon the irreplaceable wings of a true giant,
He seeks to feed a dimishing spotlight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The workers of the nation were tired of waiting for corporate industry to right their economic wrongs, to alleviate their social agony and to grant them their political rights. Despairing of fair treatment, they resolved to do something for themselves.
quote by John L. Lewis
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A Right To Work
"roll out legacy
reds under beds
slander attacks
unfounded again
deficit terrorism
scares millions
American citizens
draw economic line
who launches
smear campaigns
to demonize
US intelligentsia
who targets
poor labels;
behavioural
economics? "
give workers
their right to work
make bankers
pay for economic
crimes committed
against economy
bail out US poor
not greed bankers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Bell Tolls
The bell tolls not to alarm us
about a break of war
The bell tolls not to announce
the funeral of a great magician
The bell tolls not for classes
to start the school-year calendar.
But it is ringing for you and me
to bend our knees,
To intercede for our land
and for ourselves
The bell tolls to say a prayer
that opens up
avenues to God's love and mercy.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Of Greed And Corruption
Of greed and corruption we are all too aware
It's happening in your suburb and the big World out there
Many in high places into corporate crime
And more honorable than them in jail serving time
On the scales of justice one must cast a doubt
Big time corporate crims seldom ever caught out
Money speaks every language some are known to say
In the twenty first century it does seem that way
Of greed and corruption the whispers abound
Amongst influential people criminals to be found
To buy their way out of trouble they seldom do fail
The power of their money can keep them from jail
And of greed and corruption we hear every day
Whoever did tell us that crime does not pay?
poem by Francis Duggan
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corporate mind....by Talile Ali
we move around
and do our jobs
and return home
just lucky slobs
we pay our bills
when we get paid
occasionally
we get laid
they own our souls
and all we do
corporate mind
for me and you
automaton's
we're on our way
making the world
a plundered decay
make some money
notye of debt i am told
doin every body
before we become too old
it's a shame
the way we slave
corporate minds
into our graves
poem by Talile Ali
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about Eddie...
ed, you are 51,
and back to corporate life, and
i say, that is better now,
that go self-employed,
on a business that
sometimes fail,
i mean, with corporate lives,
busy like a salesman, hopping
from one place to another,
sleeping in different motels
with your pen and ledger
and sending reports through
your laptops,
the sin of self-pity and
idleness cannot be there
that is what i mean,
i do not mean those naked
ladies dancing on poles
those margaritas and
bloody mary 's,
the sin of uselessness,
the way others have quit
marking boundaries and
forgetting about maps
and directions.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I always like to refer managers in corporate America as the renters of the corporate assets, not the owners.
quote by Henry Kravis
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How I Wish The Bell Tolls For Me
for whom the bell tolls?
i ask that
it must toll for me,
but the bell never really
toll for me,
always, it tolls for someone else,
a friend for 15 years
a relative close to the family,
a baby newly born in town,
a man conscious of his health,
the non-smoker and non-drinker alike,
the successful politician,
the wife of an expatriate,
the rich gambler, oh, the bell tolls for all of them
and there were banquets and city lights
and eulogies
and expensive garments of the priest
i wish the bell tolls for me,
but who am i to really say?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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