Politics joke

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, “What is politics?” Dad says, “Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I’m the breadwinner of the family, so let’s call me capitalism. Your Mom, she’s the administrator of the money, so we’ll call her the Government. We’re here to take care of your needs, so we’ll call you the people. The nanny, we’ll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we’ll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense,” So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents’ room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny’s room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed The next morning, the little boy says to his father, “Dad, I think I Understand the concept of politics now.” The father says, “Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.” The little boy replies, “Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.”

5 poems!

Confidence

I pick up a pencil, and a picture's drawn, a detailed image of an endless dawn;

people made as slaves; things will never change; age, race, and gender, don't

mean a thing; every person here, will suffer an owner's sting.

I know / inner child

  I know who you are, 'cause I live in your shoes; I know how you act, 'cause I can

see you from my wall; we're pretty much the same, 'cause we live the same life;
sitting on a scale; balanced on the blade of a knife; I know what it's like, trying to
find a reason to live, just to have it stolen, as soon as you find it; I know what it's
like, to live in a foster home, and I know what it's like, to feel all alone.

   Self-Control

Madness and chaos; war and terrorism; we all get mad at each other, but we hold
it in, then it builds up, and we can't handle it, the madness is too strong, we start a
war, everything gets outta control, it all causes madness and chaos, war and
terrorism, if we only had Self-Control and didn't hold it in, if we worked things out,
war and terrorism, madness and chaos, we wouldn't need to have, in working things
out, we would all have Self-Control.

Shakespearean Love
I'll love you forever, I'll never forget, the way Romeo kissed Juliet; you make my

sun set, my moon rise; there's no part of you that I despise; you're like a rose that
won't ever die, and when you're gone I know I'll cry, but then again, you're like a
clown, 'cause when you're around, I never can frown.

You can if you think you can
You can be a total winner, even if you're a beginner; you can if you think you can;

raise that "C" up to an "A", get in the school play; you can if you think you can;

it's not your talent or the gift at birth; it's not your bankbook that determines worth;

it's not the color or texture of your skin; it's your attitude that let's you win; you can

ride your own black stallion; you can wear a gold medallion; you can if you think

you can; you can learn to ride a bike, up a mountain you can hike; you can wear a

diamond crown; you can get back up when you've been down; you can if you think

you can; it doesn't matter if you've won before, it makes no difference what the half

time score; isn't 'til the final gun if there were one, so keep on trying and you'll find

what you've won, you grab your dream and believe it, go out and work and you'll

achieve it; you can if you think you can.

Satan's Vagina Monologues (2 poems)!

"Puma Party"- Strutting into the room, my pussy cums, with lust in her eye. The ambient light allows my eyes and hands to surf her curves. Coming to rest on the supple throbbing, lily, she hid beneath her lace. At the moment of impact, her eyes. Roll. Back. Arched. Eyebrows. Shudder. I taste honey... With no more than my essence, I control her, and make her mind submit a request, a remedy of release... no. Her bloom begins to close around my fingers, and she begs... hesitation, hesitation, hesitation. Approved... she shudders with a violent wail, crushing my digits. She pauses and pulls away, slowing, regaining her balance. Strutting out of the room my pussy goes, with lust streaming down her thighs. And we move onto the bad times.

"Satan's Vagina Monologue"-
Looking you in the eye is like looking into Satan’s vagina. You are the lonely girl of the unknown, you are the pre-menopausal, post-menstrual drip, drip, drip, dripping down the walls of these gin-soaked sin-smeared walls and hallways you’d chase me down with a knife, if you thought your baggage would fit, how sweet of you to feed me a smile of cow shit and beetles of sand spitting terror from your misery glands. Looking you in the eye is like looking into Satan’s vagina. Looking into the uterus and the womb of wounds, into the ponds of moments, you’ve chocked full and chocked empty of pleasure and pain, choked me to the floor and now I’m up with three nails in my coffin and the lamp and the door sadistic, logistic transcripts of your sour patch heart. Looking you in the eye is like looking into Satan’s vagina. And you are your spawn, and six zombie wives and a dead mother can’t be wrong, so I’m not wrongfully sawing meat from bones and flesh from face, I’m in no place to accept such a grim fate, and time has gone, not your body alone, the fireflies hide, the rotten corpses of the souls of mistress, the carpe'd diems and helm of the fallen whole.
The people we let into our lives and hearts have a way of making us fall into dark places, and bringing us back just as easily. Opening up is always a risk, but it's worth it.