Alan Bruce Thompson
Alan Bruce Thompson Poems
Free Market Economy
The world began with me, there was nothing before,
History what's that? Your past is a bore.
What's there is here, was simply not there,
Whether it took millennia to develop, I simply don't care.
It's all for me to steal, to take, to sell,
If you object, you will be sent to hell.
The oil, the water and even the air,
Is for me to consume and to make profit my share.
Who cares if it's all gone when I am old,
There's is nothing left, it's all been sold.
There was nothing before me, an empty world,
It was mine to abuse, and I have the ...
Ascent From Resentment
Feeling torn apart, very pulled down,
No room for a smile, beneath this heavy frown.
Why do I get so low? so close to the floor,
I kick myself a round, then do it some more.
I am my worst enemy during this descent,
Bathe myself in my own resentment.
It’s only when I’m almost below the ground,
That I try to stop the punishing sound.