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Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
I want to be here when
The world starts improving
When the evil people
All begin to moving away.
I want to watch as everyone
Starts smiling all the time;
When poverty and sickness
Disappear with all crime one day.

I want to be in that crowd
Of those who celebrate being free
And believe all people everywhere
Show treat others with equality.
I want to sing the old songs about
Peace and love in the by and by
But see it all happening right then
Right in front of my own eyes.

I want to join in making a world
Where others love helping others
Where men don’t leave the raising
Of their children strictly to the mothers.
I long for a humanity that cheers
Every life that comes into it.
And helps each new life that comes
Be able to feel love every minute.

I want a world where evil words
Shrivel the tongues of those who
Speak those ugly words aloud and
Keeps them from thinking them too.
I look forward to a world where
Nobody celebrates cheating and thieving.
I want a world where politicians must
Must speak aloud what we are believing.

And let my brothers and sisters all
Stop praying in thoughts of hatred.
Let them lie down and be in peace
And rise each morning from the bed
Filled with the rejoicing that comes
From knowing that they are alive.
Let these feelings of love and sharing
And peace all come to pass and survive.
Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
I’d love to have a magic wand
Then all Republicans would be gone.
I’d wave my wand once again
And fill their chairs with honest men
And women who could serve
Without trying to get filthy rich
And could manage to see through
Any hateful racist political pitch.

I think we should fire them all
Take their wealth as restitution
For the attempted ****** of
The United States Constitution.
Put them into a prison where
They do their time breaking rocks
And teach them some education;
A twenty year school of hard knocks.

We can do it by arresting them all
For abrogating their office vows.
They don’t understand honesty
So we should teach them how.
We’ll take every word they said
And print up an itemized sheet
And fine them for every false word
Wouldn’t that be totally sweet?

We could denude them of the riches
They gathered while on the job
And turn them loose on prison gangs.
Let them lie to that angry mob.
And part of their punishment could be
Digging ditches down at the dump.
And joy, oh joy, they might luck out
And work beside Donald John Trump.
Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
Our way is the right way
Just like ****** has shown.
We will carry automatic weapons
And you must leave us alone.
Keep your liberal mouths shut
Give KKK politicians a pass.
If you don’t our President will
Okay thugs to kick your ***.

You had your own way too long
With jerks like that FDR guy was.
We have taken over everything now.
Haven’t you heard the buzz?
We don’t care about equal rights
And **** and blacks and Jews.
We have plenty of Republicans
And Fascists we can use.

We’re going to beat you up
We’re going to **** your kids
We’re going to blow you up
’Til you agree with what we said.
Our way is the right way
Yours is a piece of crap.
We will walk all over your rights
And give The Constitution a slap!

We can take those stupid laws down
That tell us to agree with you
Or hear you or behave ourselves.
Any time we don’t want to.
So quit all your sickening whining
About the things we have done
Like rioting against you wimps.
Your day is over, we have won.

We won because most of you
Like the Germans of the forties
Let spread our righteous hatred
In murderous, cleansing sorties.
So don’t look for magic tricks
Played by a powerful evil elf.
Everything that is happening now
You can only blame yourself.

We’re going to beat you up
We’re going to **** your kids
We’re going to blow you up
’Til you agree with what we said.
Our way is the right way
Yours is a piece of crap.
We will walk all over your rights
And give The Constitution a slap!
Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
There’s too much alone
In a lonely soul.
Too many empty hours.
Too many rainy days
Too few sunny ones
Too many showers.

Yes I know it’s depression
And I know it has my name
Pasted on every wave
I know this ugly game.
I know the power it has.
I wish I were stronger.
I held the line a long time;
Not sure how much longer.

There’s too much alone
In a lonely soul.
To many empty hours.
Too many rainy days
Too few sunny ones
Too many showers.

I tried just bucking up
Bootstrap tugging days.
I tried chanting to myself
In Eastern and Western ways.
I started reading self-help stuff
And took up yoga classes.
I tried the usual run of things
Applauded by the masses.

There’s too much alone
In a lonely soul.
To many empty hours.
Too many rainy days
Too few sunny ones
Too many showers.

I begged and prayed to God
To take this burden away.
But so far God himself has had
Not a single word to say.
So now I finally learned
To eat marijuana daily.
I cook it into brownies
And I get along quite gaily!
Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
We should throw a party and then
Dump a Trump
Give Trump lumps
Make him jump.
Drag him over the same kind of bumps
He dragged us and laughed at us.

Dump a Trump!
Deserves a massive thump;
He’s a whiny grump!
Dump a Trump!
Anyone who has the name of Trump
Should kiss our collective ****!

We should get together and just
Dump a Trump
Oust that schlump
To the city dump.
Treat him like he treated those before
And send him home on a city bus.

Dump a Trump!
Deserves a massive thump;
He’s a whiny grump!
Dump a Trump!
Anyone who has the name of Trump
Should kiss our collective ****!

Let's call a convention and
Dump a Trump!
He’s a festering clump
As dim as Forest Gump.
New Yorkers call him a stupid ****.
We hope all see that he is finally busted
That his former shine is obviously rusted.

Dump a Trump!
Deserves a massive thump!
He’s a whiny grump!
Dump a Trump!
Anyone who has the name of Trump
Should kiss our collective ****!
Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
When I’m up in the night
Because I have to ***
I say to myself wryly,
“This is longevity.”
I remind myself then
This is the way things are
When a person my age
Manages to get this far.

I repeat to myself then
How stupid I was as a kid
And make an inventory
Of the dumb stuff I did.
And how I didn’t see
How lucky I had been
To have so much energy
And ambition back then.

I remember weekends
Where I played until three
And woke up very early
Ready for the day happily.
I remind myself of freedom
From aching backs and knees,
And for decades on end,
Doing whatever I pleased.

I remember, and that alone,
Is a victory for my years
Because my memory works well;
Not so much my aging ears.
And glasses must be found
To get from here to the bed.
By now I am celebrating
That I am here, and not dead.
Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
Dial-A-Party USA!
What more do I need to say?
One person shows at your place alone
And after they use your telephone
It happens quicker than you can say.
“Dial-A-Party USA!”

You get a household full
Of old and new friends
Who stick around with you
Until the party ends.
Night and day, the happy throng
Will sing and dance and shout.
Until you’ve had enough of all that
And stand up and throw them out.

Dial-A-Party USA!
It can happen any day.
All it takes is for you to be home
So, if you don’t want this, GO ROAM!
Go see a movie, and stay away
From Dial-A-Party USA!

But if you think it’s great fun
To welcome and feed everyone;
All they drink and eat and smoke
They’ll tell everybody you’re great fun.
They’re extremely dependable, but
If you have any desire to miss it
And enjoy a peaceful time at home
Keep that plan a deep dark secret!

Dial-A-Party USA!
What more do I need to say?
One person shows at your place alone
And after they use your telephone
It happens quicker than you can say.
“Dial-A-Party USA!”
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