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 May 2017 Jas
Brent Kincaid
This nation is in Fool School
Taking all the classes
Taught by a clique of nearly
Brainless evil *****.
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’re crazy in the head.
You’re so in love with nonsense
You fill your empty heads
With play-pretend broadcasts
Of what the top cats said.

Did you want to go and vote?
Maybe, maybe not.
Possibly this next election time
Freedom's no longer hot.
These days things are changing.
It all depends on luck
And what the ruling class believes
And who spent enough bucks.

The Dean and faculty now
Of the current Fool School class
Doesn’t really give a ****
If we fall on our ***.
They’ll take the country with us
And sell it to those who hate us
While the Dean always does his best
To openly denigrate us.

What kind of person is it who
Pays for his own execution;
Chooses those who caused the mess
Begs them for a solution,
Then whines about small things
While ignoring bombs and guns
That are about to blow the world apart
That's what Fool School has done.
politics traitors freedom collusion fear hope poetry Kincaid
 May 2017 Jas
gene
Fling
 May 2017 Jas
gene
“It’s kinda messed up, isn’t it?

The person whom your world once revolved around,
You talked to almost all day long,
You had sweet late night messages with,
You spent time just doing ‘no nothing’ with,

How all of a sudden,
That person just woke up and decided to—
never talk to you again.

No reason. No explanation. No words said.

Just left you hanging like you never meant **** to them.

What hurts most is how they made it look so easy.”
Dedicated to someone who goes by the name “-messha” on wlo. Keep moving forward. :)
 May 2017 Jas
gene
Ethereal
 May 2017 Jas
gene
Baring your soul to someone is like offering your love without expecting something in return—either good or bad.
You give someone the chance to skin you slowly and infiltrate your mortal demerit.
And lastly, you're wide open as you welcome wreckage.
 May 2017 Jas
phil roberts
Sometimes in life
I've taken all I that could get
And at other times
I've given all that I am
And then ultimately
I was empty of everything
And full of nothing
But at least I've lived
And lived hard at that

                                By Phil Roberts
 May 2017 Jas
David Noonan
Daughter
 May 2017 Jas
David Noonan
You're my fear
Everything that i hold dear
You hang on every word I say
As I pray, you won't grow
To one day, live that way
But to find your own words
Of world's old and new
That take you places
Beyond all that i once knew
Till that day, I'll always say
I'll carry your fear
Like a one true love
That i keep near
So grow my angel child
Take this life as you can
Be it one or be it many
Let it be dreams that you carry
And if you ever misstep
If you stumble or falter
I will always be humbled and proud
To be the one, to call you
Daughter
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