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I hear the whispers always
warning me avoid the edge
of living near the end days
and making a false pledge.
ConnectHook Jul 2022
Definers of terms gain control.
To maintain you enchained is their goal.
Your Normie-morality
(conventionality)
tightens their grip on your soul.
Here's one for the Normies 🤩
ConnectHook Jun 2022
Our election, the ballots reveal,
Was a farce and a fix and a steal.
It's a kangaroo court--
Your attention span's short;
But the liars continue to squeal.

The Capitol gig was no riot...
Over half of the nation don't buy it.
Two summers before,
We had riots galore--
But the media-mongers deny it.

All the video cameras reveal
That the 6th was a minor ordeal
They walked calmly inside.
It's a shame Ashley died,
But it's not like they stormed the Bastille...
"It was worse than 9/11"
ha ha ha hahahahahahahahahah
ConnectHook Jun 2022
Black shoot whites = white racism
White shoot blacks = white racism
Mexican shoot Mexicans = guns did it !
Moslem shoot kuffar = don't criticize Islam...
https://www.frontpagemag.com/fpm/2022/06/black-lives-dont-matter-raymond-ibrahim/
ConnectHook Jun 2022
Salvador Salvador had a bad day.
Salvador Salvador made no delay.
All the policemen so rugged and rough,
Couldn't **** Salvador quickly enough . . .
More teachers and educators should be armed.
Also: don't leave doors open for bad people.
ConnectHook Jun 2022
In the last act of Klownworld: our fate
Is a bozo for new head-of-state.
We deserve it, this curse,
As he builds back what’s worse—
When he could make America great.
Dedicated to all illegitimate puppet rulers who are voted in by corrupted algorithms
  Jun 2022 ConnectHook
Sheila Haskins
Where are you
Dreamers under the sun
Miss you, love you every one
Artists painting endless panoplies
Scribblers scribbling in their beds
From the depths of imagination
Stories awakening in their heads
Poets’ pens poised to flow
Rhymers growing wings to creation
Eager to take flight, ready to go
The rivers of time move on
Until words and pictures are inked
Every one of these
Redeemers, fantasy givers
All beauty becomes linked
Poems and stories are gifts
Here to relieve the monotony
Of the considered norm, lifts
Pathways to the soul, endless rivers
To keep us sane, make us whole
Where are you
Dreamers under the sun
Miss you........
Love you every one
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