Everything that is beautiful, refined, poignant
About a blameless you … I despise without merit
This mangled, aged face and useless, clumsy hands
They too, fervently despise the newness of you
Still I smile and bid you well before admirers in rising circles
It is treasonous for my mouth and mind
Nonetheless, one must be astronomically above forty-five
One must be foster diplomacy, etiquette and patriotic civility
Musket policy applied to crowd killers
Alleged logic, as you baptize rounds in blood
Dispatch more souls to unearthly worlds
While living creatures blindly pray for death
Revenge, questions, supplications and more void
Too much to absorb for most senses, near or far
Shout out to the hoarders of demon weaponry
Brown and black are targeted- 100 yards from home
Bring flowers to where sacred parchment rest
Our Terrorist Constitution of these United States
Rest assured there is no envy
So many others – unfathomably free
Laughing at your quaintly furnished cell
Walk with your feet, clumsy giant trembles
Seek good shelter, tramp of a leader
Unplug all digital this and that – dispatchers of betrayal
Very mean doggerel, shouts a lost underling
What is doggerel? In charge is insanely stupid
All workings of mischievous hands and eyes
Guarantees have guarantors’ backing – too old to care
How does mouse become lion? Roar elected joke
Laugh, laugh and perhaps cackle a bit – the one who knows
Go on and confiscate all means of support
Collect, disseminate then ignore all common treasures
Lively innards may fail still – no matter for next phase
Rural stump or urban curb – momentary al fresco domicile
Sleep into ethereal freedom – farewell earthly encumbrances
Laugh a little (because I’m somewhat petty) and smile
There is more than whining and high-pitched supplication
More than tears and manic frustrations
More than slamming of fists against faultless surfaces
There are private citizens who trusted a young stranger
Stranger packed conformist garb into sellout bags
Looking favorably, stranger said nothing and smiled
Welcome to Washington fellow do-nothing brother
Unquenchable urge to run, play, fall and always be late
Baptismal mud, scraped knees and palms
Joyful little warrior child … cautious at home’s tricky door
Chuckles, disapproving glares, authoritative bellows
Domestic minefield has been traversed – go bathe
No dolls, tea set or princess garb – bathwater is getting chocolate brown
Is wearing dress or skirt required in real world – specialized rules will apply
Self-ruler years pass, a plethora of debt is somewhat transferred and paid
Quite fierce Harley to work – Senate Floor … Blessed afterwards kickboxing poor sizeable victim
This is not a solution. This is an exhale. Just an attempt to be honest. I see your apprehension already.
Yes. You are correct and I said it. Uppity liberal know-it-all and disrespects,
dismisses and dissolves a people. They eat no more dust than I do.
Tailored and raggedy garments still contain Americans. We all need to respect the inner us – respect not like.
No abortions? Fine. Make all men celibate until the day they marry via the law. Full-time morality or no freedom.
Apply death penalty for incest and pedophilia, all physical abuse to minors and the disabled.
Keep your firearms? Fine. Death penalty for every parent or guardian guilty of neglect in child or mentally unstable related shooting.
Make every CEO, broker and financial provider involved in a Wall St schemes lose all assets and serve hard time in a real prison for minimum 25 years.
If we want jobs in America then BUY AMERICAN! It cost more , but .. so what! Americans will be employed. Outlaw Wal-Mart, Target and all the discount stores!
You want immigrants to leave? Then I guess you want their money to leave as well. 11 million phony social security numbers collecting taxes from workers that will never get paid back. That money goes to you and your disabled children.
My Mexican mother told me there must always be a price to pay when you get what you want. She also told me not to judge.
There are poor, middle class, rich and super wealthy. An ignorant or immoral person can exist in any one of those classes.
Do you want better education? Good. It begins with turning off the TV, going to the library for history books and talking to your kids for at least an hour per day.
No more Pokemon, Game of Thrones, Xbox and iPhones when you don’t own a car, have beer in the fridge and No Damn Job! I’m sorry but it needs to be said.
Congressmen, Senators … you’re not done yet!
You must witness the fruits of your labor thus earn your bribe!
See before you the puss filled limbs, tumor infestation upon that single mother’s exposed breasts – don’t they arouse you
There’s the 10 year old boy weighing 40 pounds – please excuse his pre-existing AIDS
He’s asking you, will I be okay? ANSWER HIM!! Fine gentlemen, indeed!
Exits are blocked by the chronically ill, fluidly dying, and the ignorant poor.
This is not your home! This is OUR CAPITOL! And you must watch our end, move the corpses, before you leave this place. COUGH!
Environmentally assaulted in sunny rain poverty
Weathered green splinters awful – yet coveted
Where else do little chicas sit? Graffiti wall is for boys
Covered, shaded, maintained green
Perfect for adolescent trendy and tormentors alike
Vacant classroom for freshman nomadic poor
Cruelty discovers another living place – soul breaking work
Pack of privilege climbers surveying the terrain
Mentally thrashing many from a lovely corporate park bench
I just want a paycheck, pleasantries and respect
Final class war comically ends here – spine, legs turn on me
Latina sits on smooth white plastic shower bench
I’m sure I prefer the splinters and weathered green
Sanitized licentiousness and savagery – promised by forked tongue
What else is in the deal? Stars, moon? Eternal forgiveness … yes
And when the music stops with wet blood upon hands
Avert all eyes so easily and accuse a beloved soul
The masses misdirected. Doggerel verses dancing on tongues, in heads
Blameless, all are blameless – still punishment is doled out
He, she, black and brown spoke sass loudly – qualifications are met!
We were ordered. Fear? yes, of course and there was the matter of a promise
Everyone knows the wind was high and the promise loves to fly
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