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…For Now the people I know are talking taxes, the price of heat, ******* food! The people he serves wipe their spoons on silk napkins, slap each others’ shoulders take each others’ wineskins, corkscrews in their eyeballs, walL sT. on their grins The people I know get up in the morning, every morning, everyday (in every possible way) to get to work, work all day, then come home tired, a bit more afraid The people he serves are out of his league truly rich men with swash-buckle needs avarice men with bundles of greed to lay upon the stooges who desecrate the dream who pick up the court jester and let him play lead… we fund them both – the rich man and the clown dress them up in emperor clothes, bow down to their blows, we take it all and plead for parity, wipe their smell from blistered hands cuddle in cameraless work-cells with a smartphone or a podcast jam The people I know talk about the government the inequality, the lopsided way it’s rigged, the unfairness in squeezing every dime tell each other things like – ‘chin-up’ ‘don’t give up’ ‘nothing we can do about it anyway’ The people I know, talk
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
A message about my Governor, Chris Christie
…For Now the people I know are talking taxes, the price of heat, ******* food! The people he serves wipe their spoons on silk napkins, slap each others’ shoulders take each others’ wineskins, corkscrews in their eyeballs, walL sT. on their grins The people I know get up in the morning, every morning, everyday (in every possible way) to get to work, work all day, then come home tired, a bit more afraid The people he serves are out of his league truly rich men with swash-buckle needs avarice men with bundles of greed to lay upon the stooges who desecrate the dream who pick up the court jester and let him play lead… we fund them both – the rich man and the clown dress them up in emperor clothes, bow down to their blows, we take it all and plead for parity, wipe their smell from blistered hands cuddle in cameraless work-cells with a smartphone or a podcast jam The people I know talk about the government the inequality, the lopsided way it’s rigged, the unfairness in squeezing every dime tell each other things like – ‘chin-up’ ‘don’t give up’ ‘nothing we can do about it anyway’ The people I know, talk
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patricia-valese
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
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