HaveYou Heard the Rumor?

What if Snow White lived in this era. Can you imagine how people would talk about a young, beautiful girl living with seven men she was not related to?

Have You Heard the Rumor?

Have you heard the latest rumor?
For this one you've got to have a sense of humor.
Remember Miss Goody-Two -Shoes from high school
Who never broke a single rule,
The virtuous one they call Snow White?
Well...I'm not one to gossip but I heard last night
Miss White was having the time of her life
Living it up with seven guys!

And you should see the size of these guys!
One looked so sleepy in the eyes,
Another seemed to have a serious allergic reaction
And his constant sneezing caused such a distraction.
One had a permanent smile on his face,
But that was definitely not the case
With one I heard her call 'Dear Sweet Grumpy'
One wore thick glasses, stethoscope and looked quite frumpy.
Yet another seemed like such a shy little guy
That I wondered how she caught his eye.
The last one appeared to be high on drugs
And always hung with hoodlums, bums and thugs.

I guess what they lacked in looks
They made up for in their pocket books.
But I'm not one to spread gossip
So you never heard it from my lip,
But can you imagine Snow White
Shacking up with seven guys?

Bernie Madoff was predestined to run off with something or someone. If the investors were paying more attention to the name they would realize that he was saying, 'please don't give me so much money, I can't be trusted!'

Bernie Made Off...
Bernie made off with so many investors' cash,
I guess he thought they wouldn't find his stash,
But his fate was written and sealed in the stars,
Long before they actually put him behind bars.

With a name like Madoff he was destined to flee
With another's wife, child, money or property.
Surely he knew he would eventually get caught?
Now with all his stolen loot, freedom can't be bought.

He didn't steal inside our houses like robbers do,
But with plastic smiles and honey coated lies he'd woo
Prospective victims into a sense of false security,
And when he gained their trust, move with alacrity.

Then 'ere you can say, "show me your dough, I'll show you mine!"
You're keeping a place in the unemployment line.
The growing recession hit you like a ton of bricks.
Now too late you've discovered the ponzie schemer's tricks.

So instead of reaping golden years of life lived well,
His final days will be spent in a condemned cell.
I'll take a pauper's liberal life anyday
Than a millionaire whose life is in disarray!

Credit Card Bluz

Instead of chasing what matters the predators, I mean credit card companies are hounding the little man and charging astronomical interest rates.  What's up with that? For the  new year I have decided to make CASH my currency of choice. What about You? Please read Credit Card Bluz  and send me a comment if you can identify with this

 I've become an unwitting victim
Of a bourgeoisie financial system.
Help me before I end up in debtor's jail,
And languish away without any bail.

CHORUS
I'm a victim
Of a bourgeoisie financial system.

They dangled before me an exciting bait
Of zero percentage interest rate,
But they failed to mention if I were late
Doomed, yes doomed, would be my fate.

They gave me credit card, debit card, every card
Restraining my spending became so very hard.
One by one, oh yes, I maxed them all
Never foreseeing this'd be my downfall.

Gucci, Prada, the very latest trends,
Lhullier, Vera Wang for all my friends,
Vacations to sunny isles in winter time
Though in my pocket not a single dime.

Eventually I started missing my due date
Month after month my payment went in late.
They charged late fees that were way too high
That all I could do was sit and sigh.

Now they've put me on a strict financial diet
Cause they want to keep me oh so quiet,
But all their cards have now got the slash,
From now on my currency of choice is cash!

No more will I be a victim
Of their bourgeoisie financial system.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!!!

Glorified Highway Robbers

It is alarming the interest rate the creditors are charging.  To me they are just white collar legal pick-pockets. They woo you with sweet lies and encourage you to take their cards and as soon as they have you in their clutches they milk you dry. I have been caught in their web and try as I might I just can't get out of their clutches.This recession is not making it any easier either. When the bills hit me I just had to sit down and pen this poem about those predatory loansharks. Read and give me a feedback. Hope you cannot identify with this. Glorified Highway Robbers We are the elite and almighty bourgeoisie,
We're in control of you and the economy.
We are like a highway robber that's glorified,
We pick your pocket in a way that's dignified.
Our motto is put profit first and people last:
The adrenaline rush we get is such a blast.

We woo you like bees around a jar of honey
And even make you spend your children's milk money.
Of that we're not aware and neither do we care
'Cause we put profit first and people can't compare.
You start out believing the American Dream
But when we're finished with you, you just want to scream.

We devise new strategies that will make you spend
'Cause like the Jones, we know you want the latest trend.
We type all the rules and bylaws in such fine print
If you want to read it, you'll really have to squint.
We devise Credit Keeper, Account Secure Plus
Because we are so conniving and devious.

Still floating? Then time to increase your interest rate,
We warned that it would happen if you were late.
We conjure up the Universal Default Clause,
When that hits you, you have to scratch your head and pause,
We raise the interest rate on unrelated bills,
Your blood pressure soars then you have to take some pills.

If that's not enough, there's the APR hustle
Which would make you flex even your jaw muscle.
The zero percentage interest on the env'lope
Masks the real rate only seen with a microscope.
We watch as one by one you file for bankruptcy,
You've lost your house, your mate and credibility.

We move on to 'nother unsuspecting victim
That's the vicious cycle of this licit system.
Federal legislators introduced new rules
To curb our high rates and fees but they are just fools.
We are the elite and almighty bourgeoisie,
We are in control of you and the economy.

The Other Woman So Chris, this Isabella giving you three ships
Why can't she send her husband on one of these trips?
Tell me, what will you be giving her in return?
Why is it, dear, that you have made her your concern?

She says she wants you to discover some new lands
But if you go, our divorce will be on her hands.
I forbid you to desert us here in Madrid,
Because I am not gonna mind the house and kid.

Grow up Chris, it's the fifteenth century for God's sake
She simply has to give as much as she can take.
I am no idiot, three ships for nothing, uh?
And yet you say she has no designs on you?...duh!

Can't you see she is setting you up for a fall?
She simply has to be the Queen of Madrigall
'Cause everyone knows you can't discover somewhere
When there are thousands of Indians already there!

So you're determined to jeopardize our vows, Chris?
We used to share so much maritial joy and bliss
'Til Mrs. Royalty ruined our happy life.
Well listen, no more will I be a cheater's wife!

It's five years later: Chris and I are now divorced
'Cause I decided: no more will I be coerced
To remain at home barefoot and pine away, oh no,
While he is gallivanting as her gigolo.

I heard that he discovered some new lands for her
So she proudly crowned him her Royal Voyageur,
But he later returned, adorned in chains to Spain...
A broken man, never to sail the seas again!

Letter From  Beyond the Middle Passage

Dear Mama,
How have you been?
It's your first born, Mali, your kin.
I miss your gentle smile, it's been so long,
I feel like I've done you a terrible wrong
'Cause though I try, your face is still a blur:
For this I deserve all the wrath that I incur.
What kind of son forgets the face of one who gave him life?

I miss your taste, like breastmilk, all fresh and warm,
Your soothing touch once kept me safe from harm,
But alas, not safe enough from those who took me...
I was gathering firewood by the old guango tree.
The griots foretold it but who could concieve
That man's inhumanity to man could cause such grief?

We were taken on a house that moved on water,
There I met up with Nanny, Quau's big daughter.
We were forced to lay on our stomachs the whole journey, Ma,
Not sure how long but it seemed like a lifetime, Ma.
We did everything, I mean everything right there.
The stench of sweat, urine and faeces permeated the sea air.
What kind of human treats another of God's creation like dirt?

When they handcuffed and led us in disgrace
To a strange crowded place I hid my face.
We were at what they called a "slave auction."
There they ogled and probed me in places I dared not mention.
Then one man bartered for and claimed me.
Was that flash of lightning a forboding of what my future was to be?

He branded and gave me a label.
The degradation I endured was unbearable.
But Ma, you'd be so proud of me...
I never once let them see me cry.
Everyday I sing songs of lamentation
For my family, my homeland, my nation
But I make them sound like happy songs,
Hoping some day they'll somehow right the wrongs,
But they'll never know that I'm dying inside.
'Cause all the fears and anguish for my futute I hide.
I entertain them, 'yes massa, no massa' and grin from ear to ear.
Will I ever again lay eyes on all the things I hold dear?

I'll never know my true heritage
Nor be able to trace my parentage.
I grieve for the loss of my homeland, family, my family name,
I'll always be Mali X, or Jones or Smith or Brown, what a shame!
I don't even remember the language you speak
What kind of son forgets his native tongue but one who's weak?

Shhh! they're coming, I can't let them know I can read
Or write, So Mama, so long for now, God speed.
How long can I continue this double life that I must lead
Just because of their autocracy, their fight for power and greed?

Love
Your Son,
Mali X xoxo