Mr. Comboverman

Hey Mr. Comboverman

With your outstretched right hand.

Standing up there on the bandstand.

Sparking the fire,

Your breed of hate demands.

I’m sorry to throw a wrench,

In your plans.

But the people will not stand,

By your demands.

Demands of separation and segregation.

While you stand,

A nation divides in the sand.

The “Moral Majority” with their guns,

And their racist puns.

Trying to take away all the fun and,

All the freedom.

Build a wall below us.

May aswell kill them all,

So your true selves will be shown.

All covers will be blown.

The people then will see,

What some have known all along.

They shall come together and as one,

They shall be strong.

And on that fateful day,

When the  results are displayed.

We will all see the true colors,

Of triumph or dismay.

Hey Uncle Sam

Can you withstand,
My masterplan?
Like a roaring tsunami,
From Japan.
Can I go too far?
Yes I can.
I don’t really like drinking,
At bars.
Or sweet and chocolaty
Candy bars.
I’m not a fan of people,
Who worship,
Under a steeple.
I believe in climate change,
And warming globally.
Although to some people,
It goes almost unnoticeably.
They say we drive too many cars.
And that CO2 is the main cause.
Our cars are bad,
And yes that is true.
But to eat meat,
Much more is held to you.
For the agrobusiness industry.
Is a business of misery.
Living creatures as a
Commodity.
Just to run an economy.
And the amount of pollution, out into the sea.
Things have gotten so bad
It’s killing off the bees.
So I beg of you,
Mr. Politician man please,
Do something about their tyrannical greed.

Number: Slumber.

My mind never sleeps,
My body only creaks,
Under those sheets.
Every night on repeat.
I can’t figure out how to delete,
That part of me that wants to retreat.
It’s too early,
For me to admit defeat.
I’m not meek.
Nor sleek.
I’m just another everyday freak.
The ones you only meet,
Out there in the streets.
Sometimes I wonder,
What is it that keeps me,
From going under?
Is it that bottled fury.
With the power of thunder.
That I’ve hidden away down under?
All I know.
Is that I comes awake,
When I slumber.

I wrote this in between jobs one day.

Hello everybody.
My name is C. A. Haight,
and I’ll be your narrator tonight. For this nights bout, will be one he’ll of a fight. Those of you in the back I apologize that my voice lacks. The roaring thunder you will be seeing tonight.  But I promise you one he’ll of a fight. Not too long no will these giants take flight.
  
      A fight to END all fights. Two immovable forces will collide, and all the things you wonderful ladies and gentleman thought you were concious of. Shall tonight have the lights knocked out of them.

     For tonight’s fight, is not only between two immovable forces it is aswell hand in hand with two unchangeable ideals. Embedded deep into each and every single one of you. So tonight when that last knock collides, and out with the lights. Let that impacted subconscious state of limbo release you from your limbs and let go. Your soul will know which way your paths with collide.