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Showing posts with label Fractional Ethics and morality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fractional Ethics and morality. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Reverend Bonaparte and Reverend Einstein [Twitter Found Poem, May 19, 2010]

Reverend Bonaparte and Reverend Einstein [Twitter Found Poem, May 19, 2010]
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If you have love and compassion towards all living beings,
then kill children and loud ugly babies...
It is outrageous that we take for granted that we kill children
for reminding us all that we are forced
to abort the children of our enemies.

kill the fucking enemy; kill kill
the fucking Baby mama; burn, burn, the motherfucker...
the Baby mama fucker to the ground.

The smell of sterilized babies
smells like My Right to Enrich me.
fewer people? You guessed It !!!

your Daughter hands me a plate with playdough
on it. "I got you some pancakes. They're made in China"
your children hands me a plate with all your treasure.
I pay my child's math teacher Reverend Einstein
and I pay Reverend Bonaparte: my child's ethics teacher.

Be careful or she Might Be my new Baby mama.
the greatest enemy of truth is Blind belief in
democracy and human rights.


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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Pass the Buck [Today's News Poem, March 24, 2010]

Pass the Buck [Today's News Poem, March 24, 2010]
“Bank of America Corp. said it would offer more borrowers reductions in their mortgage-loan balances in the latest twist on efforts to avert foreclosures.”
--James R. Hagerty, Wall Street Journal, MARCH 24, 2010, 4:45 P.M. ET
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703312504575141763259183050.html?mod=rss_Today%27s_Most_Popular

If only I could slip away,
If only greed led one astray,
I wouldn't feel the need to hide
From evils no good man abides.

An age of war could plant the guilt
On individuals who spilt
Their foes and made survivors slaves.
Yet now, a murder's fractions shave

Accountability: a hedge
Against the blame, to drive a wedge
Between the loot and self-esteem,
So soccer moms can drive their teams

To victory, without a pang—
Despite her side: the winning gang.
Attached to everything we gain,
Is suffering—another's pain

Is passed to us, along with bucks
We pass again. The cycle sucks
The blame for every single deed:
We cash the check of theft's proceeds

And blame the banks, or plutocrats—
Republicans or Democrats—
Instead of blaming our small role
In tragedy, to sate our goals.

Statistics chart the data map:
The graphs are types of people-traps.
A lattice of professionals
Combined in one processional

Are blameless one, but guilty all:
And likewise too, the working thrall.

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