Big Cheeses

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Big Cheeses

Too many powerful people, 
most of them somebody's son
think the answer to dealing with conflict
is found at the end of a gun.

Politicians who stroke their own egos,
les Grosses TĂȘtes, and all the Big cheeses,
can't even find a solution
to nature's most simple diseases.

Money, that root of all evil
puts power in the hands of a few
who think nothing of murdering thousands
to succeed in their own bloody coups.

Ask any tinpot dictator
what weapon they hold the most dear,
to subjugate millions of people,
the essential ingredient is fear.

Religious cleansing and fatwahs,
genocide, fueled by hate,
minds of the masses polluted
by those who corrupt and dictate.

In terms of the life of our planet,
we've been on it a minute, at most,
if we don't stem this tide of corruption,
we may as well give up the ghost.

My Muck

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My muck

If I paid twenty bucks, for a buckle,
Or, tickled some chooks, for a chuckle,
Looked in a nook, for a knuckle,
Trashed up my truck, for a truckle,
Or taught my dear honey to suckle,
Would that help my muck make a muckle?

A nod to Mr Lear

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A nod to Mr Lear 

Limericks, are meant to be funny, 
Not taken too seriously, honey. 
I did what you said, 
When you took me to bed, 
So, shut up and give me the money.

Shopping

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Shopping

Our shopping trip took longer
When he forgot the money
If we hadn't lived ten miles away
It would have been quite funny.

Ambition

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Ambition
I read in the papers that Burnley
Are getting a striker, that's cool
They only paid twenty five million
He probably still goes to school.

The Scammer

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The Scammer
love was in her heart
opportunity
was in her fat bank account.
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