Five Pessimist Poems

Five
The Pessimist Poems

By Dlsiluk



The Dead Generation

All the great men are dead, save the poet, some clergy, and soldiers
Those who act and sing, those in sports, and those in politics, all dead
What is left for the rest are born for the horn
Let us be aware of this rubbish, with no common-sense, or good-natured, it’s all evidenced…

No: 2683 (5-4-2010)



Modern Day Presidents


I have always been astonished that modern day presidents are allowed to enter churches, synagogues, and mosques, holy places. What constructive conversation can they have with God?
Their Eternal Almighty—is full of whims, and corruption, more seductive than the Devil himself.
On the day he is given his credentials to lead the masses he is so proud, likened to a schoolboy who has just gotten his first “A” for achievement.
And we all forget the long enduring chapter of the previous president that separated us by war and sea and discernment, etcetera.


No: 2684 (5-4-2010)




A Cynic’s View


A cynic would say: a woman has nothing more to offer a man but her body. But I disagree, she has something more…and for the man, she’d say: he has nothing more we need but emotional support, and I’d agree.


No: 2684 (5-4-2010)




Unbridgeable


A satisfying relationship, is one of not understanding completely the opposite sex—that is the draw, but having an overpower pleasure in sex—that is the satisfaction; and these two hornets forever will be unbridgeable.

No: 2685 (5-4-2010)



The Fat Geese

The true theory behind civilization is this: Cain created it, and his son Nimrod, support it, it was founded after original sin, to gather all the nomadic people together in one clump, so they can become cannibals and eat one another up, controlled by the fat geese. We see this now by the superiors of our races here in the West, and in the Middle East, and in Europe, throughout Asia, even at the Vatican—the fat geese, which have now created— Globalism.

No: 2686 (5-4-2010)