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May 23, 2017

Poetry

Daddy’s Wish

My daddy wants Republicans Standing in a line Then ship them all to Moscow That would be just fine. Then after all is said and done There shouldn’t be any fuss Since that is exactly what They want to do to us. They can try graft and corruption In any foreign war zone; Dead, like

Fool School

This nation is in Fool School Taking all the classes Taught by a clique of nearly Brainless evil asses. Making up the facts, they do Exactly what they’re told. They’re replacing our integrity With lies they are sold. Do you believe in equal rights And children who are fed? The monsters in charge all say

YOU DIDN’T LEARN

You didn’t learn from Reagan You didn’t learn from Dubya And you will not learn from Trump And his minions and what have you. Instead, like a drunken junky You search for some magic pill That we can take and instantly Cure all our country’s various ills. You let in a multiple bankrupter Then call

HOLIER THAN WHOM?

There is a major shortage Especially in southern latitudes That creates an insufficiency Of any proportionate gratitude. They don’t realize down there That the 1970s gay rights fuss Let issues of personal freedom Come in from the back of the bus. These noisy not-very-Christians Should be standing up to cheer Instead of pissing and moaning

My Country

My country does not believe in equality. It buys excuses for elitism and misogyny. It covers up its greed and its brutality And makes up ugly labels for decency. My country sings its songs about freedom But often denies it to those who need some. It celebrates our heritage with beer and rum And marches

Runaway Rodney

He was just fourteen When he ran away He couldn’t take it For even one more day. His mom just ignored him Dad watched football games. They talked behind his back About who they should blame. You gotta be the way We think you should be. Never be like you Always be like me. Butch

A Beautiful Word

We marched because They told us we couldn’t march. We loved because They told us we couldn’t love. We married because They told us we couldn’t marry. We ran for office because They told us we couldn’t run. Freedom is for everyone Not just for the few. If any group is left out The word

Silence of the Slammed

He left home for a very good reason But no one ever asked him why. Nobody questioned the bruises Nobody ever even tried. The neighbors ignored the noises Of a child screaming in agony. The urban equivalent of caring Is universally applied apathy. Shut up kid, the adults are talking; You’re to be seen and

Rocking the Ages

I’m gliding, not fighting As I enter later years. I’m skating, not debating As I face my aging fears. I see what I was afraid of Were just phantasms only. They leave too many scared With talk of being lonely. Go away with bearboo talk. Nobody is frighted here. It’s just another day for me

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