Saturday, April 14, 2012

My Explanation


"My Explanation"


Getting the rich to "Pitch In" as Warren Buffet says he'd like them to is like getting horses to pitch their horseshoes or getting a pitcher to pitch 12 dozen no-hitters in a row.  Making a pitcher pour 12 million gallons of lemonade.  Getting a pitchfork to hum in perfect pitch like a tuning fork.  It's like a pitch for Al-Qaeda in rural Alabama.  I'll believe it when I see it.  Rich people donate more of their money to politicians than they give to the government.  PACS ARE KING.  Warren Buffet acts like a sales manager overseeing his employees.  He knows that rich people are too powerful ever to give up their money's power.  I would believe it if all the rich people went broke and were in the same position as the people they step on.  As long as money is king, the President would veto any type of bill that asked the rich people to give up their money to the government.  Instead, they, like Warren Buffet, would never give up their power.  I would trust them liberal and conservative as far as I could throw them.  Communism is even worse where one person gets the one percent of the profits.  We are asking for a cease-fire among the rich, which will never happen.  People don't donate to causes without an ulterior motive.  The one percent of westerners could give more money to the shrinking middle class, but I can't see how with the attitudes they share about giving up money unless they can make more.  I hope that this cash will decide to spread itself, but I doubt it!  Screw the rich dictators.


Zeek Zucchini alias J.Billet's

Foul


"Foul"



"IF YOU’RE IN BED WITH AN ELDERLY MATE AND PASS THE GAS, IT'S
LIKE SKATING ON THIN ICE!"


FROM THE QUOTATIONS OF CHAIRMAN
MAONAISE ZE DUNG.


BY JONATHAN BILLET

Poetry For Politicians


"Poetry For Politicians"


When the politicians say, "PEACE AND PROSPERITY FOR ALL," what they mean is, "LET THEM EAT CAKE!"  Because the presidential race will be so disastrous, I am voting for Robama Barama.  Both sound good enough for me.

By Zeek Zucchini

After A Rain It Shines


"After A Rain It Shines"


What is to befall us?

There is a blind spot when the sun hides the moon and the night hides the day skies.

Dawn's dusk cries.

Truth never lies, but it dies.

With every new revolution is a baby's heartbeat.

Love is here to stay forever.

A new sound in time.

The deafening roar of millions will once again be silenced by quiet solitude.

Beautiful, refreshing, harmonies' musical songs.

We will all live and thrive in peace.

Gracias Dio!!!!!!!!!!


J. Billet

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Kim Jong-Il


"Kim Jong-Il"



Life has its schools run for fools.

In heavenly musical prayer, there is a descending stair.

The millionaire’s heir is buried in 20 pairs of the best pair of his mushman underwear.

The hearse's wooded casket rolls by with a red, white, and blue flag.

What a drag!

A procession of dignitaries and limousines follow.

It's hard to swallow!

Sirens blast a blare as people let out shouts of despair into the television's freezing air.

At this picture on my tube, I try not to stare!

Is this Jong-Il's affair for a subliminally autistic red scare?

J. Billet

N.Y. Times


"N.Y. Times"


Newspaper headlines are superficial.  They come and go as it pleases them.  They speak of current events down here in hell.  Cold up there, where they are written and read.  All these news' tabloids are written by minds of comatose editors trying to beat the clocks.  Never getting past the headlines of lost times’ deadlines.  They are lost to this day, never to be found again at some future date.  Lines are thrown like dice, or drawn like cards, but never seriously written.

A Dream Called You


"A Dream Called You"


A monarch's butterfly flew with me in the clouds.  We flew as this luftmensch smiled at me, flying with silver wings.  My tears cry in this dream.  A spring rain makes the flower shower.  My love looses all of her secret power.  Sacks of flour are made by the hour.  As the breeze blows, my mind starts to think it knows that it's dreaming.  I'll be with you for the fifth time today, never to stay as I fall into another deep sleep.  Trying not to snore to wake you up!  Love you again and again -

J.Billet