fuck you donald drumpf
fuck you donald drumpf
you're the joker card not the trump
you're the vandal broke the handle off the pump
you took a dump on the presidency
and made the whole world really scary
fuck you FBI, man
fuck you CNN
fuck you Cable TV
fuck you fake book
nobody likes a hater so better to hire a hater
to do your hating for ya
fuck you Pauline Hanson
fuck you Julian Assange
fuck you Brietbart troll network
fuck you neo nazis
if I put a gun to your head and said
"I'll shoot you if you vote for you"
What would you do?
fuck you Hillary Clinton
fuck you for not winning
fuck you Jill Stein
fuck you broken hacked election system
there's a short circuit in democracy
taking us back to the 4th Century BC
that's the direction we're going anyway
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
one hundred years
its been a while, its been a hundred years
since the desert drank our tears
a hundred years and yet still here today
in the graveyard where our children play
ah
they came to us enrobed in steel
to prevent their hearts from what the may feel
and raised their guns and so released the seal
of the command and made it real
and they led us then out along the trail
from which our souls would sail
ah
alone we stand with no body near
we protect ourselves with our tears
but the voiceless song is always calling, always calling in their ear
of our demand, loud and clear
and the words they know, as the the ones they must not say
they will be heard aloud some day
ah
so the voiceless land it is the same
and the burden of silence that we bear
it's always there, it always will be there
ah
but its not over no
in Armenia they know
in Armenia
since the desert drank our tears
a hundred years and yet still here today
in the graveyard where our children play
ah
they came to us enrobed in steel
to prevent their hearts from what the may feel
and raised their guns and so released the seal
of the command and made it real
and they led us then out along the trail
from which our souls would sail
ah
alone we stand with no body near
we protect ourselves with our tears
but the voiceless song is always calling, always calling in their ear
of our demand, loud and clear
and the words they know, as the the ones they must not say
they will be heard aloud some day
ah
so the voiceless land it is the same
and like their shame, it will remain
and the burden of silence that we bear
it's always there, it always will be there
but the desert sands they whisper our song
on and on, they sing our song
ah
but its not over no
in Armenia they know
in Armenia
Thursday, November 10, 2016
USA TODAY
the superb parka case
in the carpark an unfolding diorama
this indictment explains it all
sometimes we all must halt
only to go back and collect the pieces
No Man, Woman or Child must be Left
brain unfolding bliss. The incumbent
as fabled
brings a raquet
and unloads his
gun out on the
quart of blood
the unwilling system - superbly bereft of
sensitivity
would go over it all
you can't break a lantern
with
light
only the darkness will destroy it
the cruel glass slipt
shattering onto stones
we have all been there
that darkest hour
"right before the dawn" (Dylan)
a thousand fragments
collected
and passed from hand to hand
passing into ha—God!
in the carpark an unfolding diorama
this indictment explains it all
sometimes we all must halt
only to go back and collect the pieces
No Man, Woman or Child must be Left
brain unfolding bliss. The incumbent
as fabled
brings a raquet
and unloads his
gun out on the
quart of blood
the unwilling system - superbly bereft of
sensitivity
would go over it all
you can't break a lantern
with
light
only the darkness will destroy it
the cruel glass slipt
shattering onto stones
we have all been there
that darkest hour
"right before the dawn" (Dylan)
a thousand fragments
collected
and passed from hand to hand
passing into ha—God!
Toledo
to Toledo—a friendless place
and in America—
the fool feels an unequaled rage
an unfamiliar familiar
Grace
upends the Race
gruff grasping at trump suits
the phantasm of plastic enoema
the egress—
of walking tides
into human lands
even smaller human hands
cannot stem the flood
of overflow
the grass gasket
the old jim crow
the amiable elephant frisking a pea
the spacewalk anti-echo
the trillions of debt forgiven just like that—
don't blowit
keep the lights on MR AMERIKA
Hey Herr Fuhrer take care up there
please believe the Times MR President don't panic
it would be too fast and easy
how hard is unmake believe?
too hard
I would leave it all alone
except it doesn't
leave —me
the coalition of Women
will remove Him
a classic adventure in eventuality
don't knock it
the knowing from such events is
cradled in our hands
like an aether
don't you spill
**a single**
.drop
and in America—
the fool feels an unequaled rage
an unfamiliar familiar
Grace
upends the Race
gruff grasping at trump suits
the phantasm of plastic enoema
the egress—
of walking tides
into human lands
even smaller human hands
cannot stem the flood
of overflow
the grass gasket
the old jim crow
the amiable elephant frisking a pea
the spacewalk anti-echo
the trillions of debt forgiven just like that—
don't blowit
keep the lights on MR AMERIKA
Hey Herr Fuhrer take care up there
please believe the Times MR President don't panic
it would be too fast and easy
how hard is unmake believe?
too hard
I would leave it all alone
except it doesn't
leave —me
the coalition of Women
will remove Him
a classic adventure in eventuality
don't knock it
the knowing from such events is
cradled in our hands
like an aether
don't you spill
**a single**
.drop
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