Can we stop making excuses as SOP?

The vacuum at the top
the true reflection
of us all in synced SOP
in vile abjection

Where do we get off offended
when we ought feel shame & blame?
Greed of the rich gets distended
while we’re enjoying our game

Changing it may be up to all of us
but I need my car, you go ride the bus!

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-SOP = standard operating procedure
-the top = the power elite

Genom att skriva en vers avvärjs en pärs

Just ovan vågor akvamarin
bör versen segla likt en delfin

I var dags svaga gryning
till början maklig, yrvaken
alltjämt på nattens dyning
men inom kort helt klarvaken

Till början ostadigt
men efter en vers
formar sej istadigt
avvärjs min dags pärs

Både vanesak
och hjärtesak
med eftersmak
ger ljuv mersmak

På stormigt hav vers förutan
förlorar den kursen skutan

Fleetingly flirting with Spring

While out this day crisp & clear
in late Winter sun bleak
while squinting in light austere
fleetingly caught a peak:

of Spring Herself, behold
in season preview
impervious to cold
Hope now springs anew

It is She, Spring Vernal
bubbling brook blithely!
Her return eternal
enlivens sprightly

While smile evanescent
she’s still sheer delight
as well effervescent
heart-heating & bright

Her advent demure
hemline proper
still wondrous allure
a crowd stopper

With wide eyed gaze unblinking
I sneaked another peek
imagined She were winking
then pecked me on the cheek

Elated about this ‘fling’
with the now approaching Spring!

Ett liv om ej redbart åtminstone bredbart

Hellre ett rikligt smörliv
om man tycker om fett
än ett åtstramat snörliv
halvkvävd i ens korsett

Ett mjukt bredbart liv i smör
lockar, mättar å hänför

Så bred på smör tjockt bara
(fast helst intravenöst)
ej tid å rum att spara
Glufsa besinninglöst!

Lev ett liv om ej redbart
åtminstone tjockt bredbart

Spoken words but fleetingly rustle

While by spoken words
we get moved & smitten
they scatter like birds
unless aptly written

Spoken words rashly rustle
like the breeze the tall grass
swaying the ramrod hustle
that straightens once words pass

Of how sun baked meadows warmly shimmer
spoken words offer but slightest glimmer