Category: Factual

Based on true incidents

Something Went Amiss

     Something Went Amiss

 

What the hell in going down?

Middle class is in the ground.

They have buried us for good.

Goodbye to our neighborhood.

Smash and slash is the way.

We see it happening every day.

Smash taxes then slash your pay.

Lower class has nothing to say.

Middle class is  extinct at last.

Can’t buy paper to wipe your ass.

It is the very rich and lower class.

Basically the rich and the trash.

Is this “Make America Great?”

They take everything you make.

There needs to be real change.

Someone new to take the reins.

Or,—- has it all gone too far?

No way to reverse this car.

Rapidly racing to destruction.

No way to bring a disruption.

Bend down and kiss it goodbye.

Not worth giving it a try.

The big “S” is coming on strong.

Socialism is definitely wrong.

Yet, it seems, full steam ahead

is the only thought in people’s heads.

We should learn from our mistakes.

But, we don’t have what it takes.

Roll over in your graves Republic Founders.

Your beautiful dream now flounders.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

     Something Went Amiss

What the hell in going down?

Middle class is in the ground.

They have buried us for good.

Goodbye to our neighborhood.

Smash and slash is the way.

We see it happening every day.

Smash taxes then slash your pay.

Lower class has nothing to say.

Middle class is  extinct at last.

Can’t buy paper to wipe your ass.

It is the very rich and lower class.

Basically the rich and the trash.

Is this “Make America Great?”

They take everything you make.

There needs to be real change.

Someone new to take the reins.

Or,—- has it all gone too far?

No way to reverse this car.

Rapidly racing to destruction.

No way to bring a disruption.

Bend down and kiss it goodbye.

Not worth giving it a try.

The big “S” is coming on strong.

Socialism is definitely wrong.

Yet, it seems, full steam ahead

is the only thought in people’s heads.

We should learn from our mistakes.

But, we don’t have what it takes.

Roll over in your graves Republic Founders.

Your beautiful dream now flounders.  

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

A Cashless Society

             A Cashless Society

The value of the dollar is going down.

You can see where we are bound.

Can you see any reasonable way out?

This is what it is all about.

The latest answer is pretty weird.

It is the direction we are being stirred.

The Federal Reserve will issue bit coins.

“Fed coins”, or something, will be coined.

They will rapidly replace paper money.

People, at first, will like it plenty.

Till they see how their privacy is destroyed.

This is something that can’t be ignored.

We have all heard it before in the Bible.

If you don’t comply, you’ll be more than liable.

Can’t buy or sell without  a mark & # of his name.

A bit coin, or ‘Fed Coin’ is a start. Make it plain.

It’s a small step from there to a ‘chip.’

Embedded under your skin to be quick.

It will contain all there is to know about you.

Your privacy is gone, whatever you do.

All purchases or sales done through the ‘chip.’

You can easily be barred from any of it.

Say your religious belief didn’t agree

with whatever was allowed by the powers that be.

You would be barred from buying or selling.

I am sure of this without even yelling.

Best to hide out and avoid the ‘chip.’

If you are caught, you will be in for it.

It is much closer than you think.

We are standing right on the brink.

Get your affairs in order.

We are right on the border.

Make sure your life is right with God.

The end times are here. This isn’t odd.

Don’t be caught unprepared.

Remember, He has always cared.

That is why He warned us of the end.

It’s in the Bible. Why pretend?

There is only one way out.

That’s what the 2ond coming of Jesus is about.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

Christmas Is Here

              Christmas Is Here

It is warm and cozy within the bed.

The house is colder than an outhouse shed.

There is no form of heat in here.

Just the oven or electric heater, I fear.

Central heat and air has been out for years.

Almost too cold for Christmas cheer.

But, the spiked egg nog warms the gut.

Soon, you feel like you’re out of the rut.

Your cheeks are rosy, you’re feeling good.

You’re starting to feel like you should.

You start wrapping presents and things.

It is not as bad as it seems.

You send out a batch of Christmas cards.

Put some decorations up in the yard.

Christmas spirit is warming things up.

You play Christmas music and other stuff.

Before long, you’re ready for the day.

Everyone gets together and all say:

“Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.”

You all take a drink of Christmas cheer.

You exchange presents and open them.

Praise the tree with all its trim.

Later, you have a Christmas dinner.

Yummy enough to last you all winter.

There is enough love all around

for each of you to not wear a frown.

In our hearts we each remember.

The birth of our savior on this December.

We are happy for each and all the family ties.

Then we are yelling, “Bring on the pies.”

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

A Christian Life

               A Christian Life

Wherever you go and whatever you do.

Others are always watching you.

All you do and all you say

makes up all you are today.

Improve your lot and do your best.

Leave an impression that will pass the test.

Never be naughty, always be nice.

Make it a habit so you don’t think twice.

You’ll be respected in your neighborhood.

Because you always act like you should.

When you take your girlfriend out,

There is nothing to worry about.

Her parents know you are responsible.

To not trust you would be unconscionable.

You will make a good impression.

Be it job, romance, or a study session.

More people like you is what we need.

But, don’t go around spreading your seed.

Just spread your honorable ways.

Others will admire you in every way.

Hopefully, they will strive to do the same.

Your shining example won’t be in vain.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

The Imagination Of Children

 

      The Imagination Of Children

Children can see things adults can’t.

Adults don’t believe in that rant.

Kids see magical beings, elves, or fairies.

Sometimes things better left buried.

Adults outgrow the magical thinking.

They ignore it without even blinking.

But, how real are these ‘beings.’

They leave kids with a scary feeling.

Like the bogie man in the room.

Or evil climbing out of a tomb.

Physical scratches can appear on kids.

Bruises or cuts will flip parents lid.

Police suspect child abuse.

Foolish to tell them the real excuse.

Seems, the creatures can only appear

to those that believe. That much is clear.

What can be done about such threats?

Scaring little kids almost to death.

Not much, unless you think like a kid.

If you do, can you keep your lid?

If it scares kids, it will scare you.

Transport yourself to that world of magic.

Once there, Can you not be fanatic?

Actually come up with a plan.

One to stop them from coming to this land?

Would it be a wise thing to do?

A lot of children would be depending on you.

Yet, how will this affect their imagination?

They must have one to make a creation.

To reach their full potential in life,

They need that young experience of strife.

Maybe, better to leave well enough alone.

As long as it keeps a subdued tone.

The monsters come and the monsters go.

The children live on, becoming stars of the show.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

The Preacher Of The Punch

Preacher Of The Punch

They came from near and far.

To hear the preacher, a big star.

He preached hot hell and freezing snow.

He alone could steal the show.

By the time he got on stage.

He already had worked up a rage.

He had them crying and screaming.

He had them praying with feeling.

He flushed their pockets of all their change.

“The Lord will provide”, he fed their brains.

He tore them down to worthless sinners.

Then built them up to glorious winners.

He asked for a dedication and they all came up.

He blessed each one while they drank from a cup.

He said it was the blood of the Lord.

For each and every one it struck a chord.

They were all saved by the blood of the lamb.

He had them eating right out of his hand.

They would follow him anywhere.

They would do whatever he dared.

He took them to the jungle in Guyana.

To avoid the persecution that was falling like manna.

He got them all to drink “Guyana Punch.”

It wasn’t something just served for lunch.

It was poison that would release them home.

Now that it’s done, you have been shown.

A preacher may be full of fire and brimstone.

But, if he says he will bring you home.

Then it’s time to find a new congregation.

Somewhere else to drink your libations.

Otherwise you will be disappointed.

When it is time for you to be anointed.

There is a God who will save all who come.

Read the Bible, you’ll know who is the One.

That way in that glorious day

Your sins will have been forgiven and cast away.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Only Way To Travel In Time

 

Only Way To Travel In Time

I had a flash in my mind.

I had an idea about time.

As I walk down this dusty road.

My mind totes a heavy load.

Is time a constant, no variants?

Good thing I carry mints.

I popped one into my mouth.

It was good, as I roamed about.

Is time something we can travel?

Like this dusty road with gravel?

I move in time without moving at all.

I can’t run or move at a crawl.

Yet, something is happening here.

I can’t go back. Only look to the rear.

I move forward at a set speed.

If faster, would I age indeed?

Time travel gets scarier each minute.

One could lose one’s self in it.

The unknowns are a big turn off.

Yet, maybe, it will all burn off.

The how is the big problem here.

Can you travel within a mirror?

About as easy as time travel is.

Possible?  Maybe. But, gee whiz.

There is one way to do it now.

Imagination works somehow.

If you can think it, you can do it.

About as open as it can get.

So, buckle up and go for a ride.

Read Si Fi and ride the tide.

It is something anyone can do.

It sounds perfect for me and you.

—————-R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Christmas Spirit

         Christmas Spirit

It’s a hero’s job, I know.

I heard it on the radio.

It is neither here or there.

It is everywhere.

It is the spirit of love for another.

Treat him like he is your brother.

Bring cheer to all near and far.

It doesn’t matter who they are.

It is the opposite of being a Grinch.

You’d think to do it would be a cinch.

But, it is much harder than it seems.

Such things happen only in dreams.

It is more blessed to give than receive.

Try to tell that to all the thieves.

It is a job not all can handle.

But, it seems, I have started to ramble.

Let it be said, it happens once a year.

At Christmas there is a lot of cheer.

Many step up and become a hero.

Spreading cheer where ever they go.

Few are those who act like Scrooge.

Though many don’t have a holiday mood.

Christmas’s come and they also go.

But, remember. It takes a hero.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Evil Knows No End

               Evil Knows No End

In the world of women, you’re one of a kind.

Knifing, lying, corrupt, person of one mind.

You’ll lie to your own mother to get ahead.

Even your husband would prefer others in bed.

 

You think you are way above the law.

You think you can get away with it all.

People have seen through your lying.

They are tired of your whining & crying.

 

They say to fess up & face your fate.

Do it now,  before it is too late.

Time in the slammer will do you good.

Teach you to be truthful, like you should.

 

You have a charity type foundation.

Most goes to your own imagination.

You have claimed to represent the people.

Meantime you are plugging all leek holes.

 

You are headed down the path to the big “S”.

Or maybe worse. You’ve made such a mess.

There seems no way to stop you now.

We will all suffer for your mistakes somehow.

 

A day will come when you will pay the price.

It will be very high because you haven’t been nice.

You see only what you think will be better for you.

You care less if the rest of us parrish too.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

A Storm Is Raging

 

        A Storm Is Raging

A raging storm is going on.

Attitudes coming on strong.

The government owes us a living.

Support me now. I ain’t  fibbing.

 

Don’t worry about money. The rich will pay.

Hasn’t that been the American way?

I will riot, destroy, pillage, and burn.

Maybe then, you will finally learn.

 

I don’t work, so I don’t pay taxes.

Don’t tell me I know what lax is.

Maybe I was not born here.

Maybe I was. Get this clear.

 

You owe me. I don’t owe you.

What is this world coming to?

Why should I go to Mexico?

It is nothing but a hole.

 

The ‘haves’ should give.

So that the ‘have nots’ can live.

How dare you call me just a leach.

You need to watch what you preach.

 

Then judgment came down from heaven.

They were left without any leaven.

They did not raise to a better life.

They went down with all the strife.

 

To burn till all was gone.

Purifying all that was wrong.

They were motivated by the wrong God.

Now they have paid. That is not odd.

 

For what goes around comes around.

For many, this lesson will abound.

They will miss out on what’s really good.

Just to terrify their neighborhood.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)