(Very) short poem: I love standing in the rain with my clipboard and my gun

[GendoTheGreat]

This came too me as I was thinking about a job I had awhile back as a guard for one of those secured housing estates. Quiet, easy, night work - everything I love in a job. The poem isn't very good, but the job was. I really miss that job.

 

I love standing in the rain with my clipboard and my gun

Do you have a pass?

Yes? Go on through sir

No? Move along sir

I love standing in the rain with my clipboard and my gun

[amadeus]

I like it! I really like it! Good poem. Sounds like an intersting job too. What's a secured housing estate?

[GendoTheGreat]

A neighborhood surrounded by a wall with a big steel gate and guards at the front. Usually housing very rich people, or very old people. Mine had rich people in it, which is why they gave us guns.

[Metallus]

Ah, they have those in the US, too. They're referred to as "Gated Communities" sometimes. Nice poem, but I don't think I ever want to live in one of those places.

[GendoTheGreat]

Me neiher, but guarding one was great. Got a tad boring sometimes, though. No internet access like the job I had before my current one. Speaking of which, I should get back to it soon, before I smoke myself to death and gain 50 pounds sitting in front of the computer for hours a day.

[Darth Eggplant]

ah dear sweat Sympatico.

proud son and soldier of the middle class

on the front line with gun in hand

protecting the Alpha society

from the dregs of Delta's and Epsilons.

forever doomed to be a Beta,

no hopes of being accepted by the elite

and desperately trying to escape the fate

of D's and E's.

*this is not social commentary

meant to DIS you Gendo, take note.*

 

and this post is also an excuse

for song lyrics, and I have just

the song in mind.

Capitalism

 

There's nothing wrong

with capitalism

There's nothing wrong

with free enterprise

Don't try to make me feel guilty

I'm so tired of hearing you cry

 

There's nothing wrong

with making some profit

If you ask me

I'll say it's just fine

There's nothing wrong

with wanting to live nice

I'm so tired

of hearing you whine

About the revolution

Bringing down the rich

When was the last time

you dug a ditch, baby!

 

If it ain't one thing

Then it's the other

Any cause

that crosses your path

Your heart bleeds

for anyone's brother

I've got to tell you

you're a pain in the ass

 

You criticize

with plenty of vigor

You rationalize

everything that you do

With catchy phrases

and heavy quotations

And everybody is crazy but you

 

You're just a middle class socialist brat

From a suburban family

and you never really had to work

And you tell me

that you've got to get back

To the struggling masses,

whoever they are

You talk, talk, talk

about the suffering and pain

Your mouth is bigger

than your entire brain

What the hell do you know about

suffering and pain, ya dumb ****.

 

There's nothing wrong

with capitalism

There's nothing wrong

with free enterprise

Don't try to make me feel guilty

I'm so tired of hearing you cry

 

There's nothing wrong

with making some profit

If you ask me

I'll say it's just fine

There's nothing wrong

with wanting to live nice

I'm so tired of hearing you whine

 

You're just a middle class socialist brat

From a suburban family

and you never really had to work

And you tell me

that you've got to get back

To the struggling masses,

whoever they are

You talk, talk, talk

about the suffering and pain

Your mouth is bigger than your entire brain

 

There's nothing wrong with capitalism

There's nothing wrong with capitalism

There's nothing wrong with capitalism

There's nothing wrong with capitalism

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, ahh!

[GendoTheGreat]

No diss percieved and none intended I'm sure. I don't know about the "gun in hand" bit though; they were ex-police issue 22s circa BC. The piece of shit probably would have fallen to pieces had I touched it, much less fired it. But you better believe I could throw that sucker pretty hard; a great deterrent for the dangerous door-to-door salespeople and deadly Mormons we dealt with every eight weeks or so.

[Darth Eggplant]

ooo scarry Moromons

wearing their magical undergarments

( ie:translates magical underwear)

before they go out crusading

all called elder.

hmmm Elder Eggplant

*yes? no? maybe?*

actually we have a mormon church

close to my home

and I can not leave my home,

and I can not leave the house

without one of them approaching me

asking me if I know about

Jesus Christ.

*and I think well....

white male, living in the 20th century

in a majority christian\Judaic culture,

in the western hemisphere,

have I ever heard of someone called

Jesus?

no actually never heard of him. *

[GendoTheGreat]

I could never be a Mormon, I'd feel stupid having to call kids half my age "Elder".