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The global coalition of closet queens scramble to make meals for Pence A man who resembles a recalled children's doll Toxicity in the plastic and he refuses to be house broken The white house maids have already stepped on his piles Corn fed and ignorant he turns red in his embarrassment The scared racists scramble for that giant trash pile in the sky clinging to their chicken fried lovers fearing they may be mistaken for a gay man Watch the child king place a rusted crown on old world hate Progress was a train wreck We found the cargo inside a slime pond I mingle with the rational on occasion I met my last girlfriend at an anti pipeline demonstration Black gold chokes the life of rural pleasantries They only wanted to carve out their peace of progress but now it will ruin the natives and dissolve these drinking fountains In America we don't throw journalists in prison we just slap them with a lawsuit Broke down they wrap around the bread line Spoken word and selfless soup put on the shelf This air blows cold and these leaves crack sinister The news says hate crimes and bullying are on the rise Peruvians run the corner store around the way I went to buy tobacco and Laffy taffy Their window shattered and crude spray paint over the entrance apparently mistaken for ISIS they stand confused and scared just wanting the same things you and I do happiness and health security and a future for their children A perpetual state of fear A mind numbing angst These are the tools we have going forward Just in case nobody says it I love you all and you are always welcome at my table
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
My last soap box
The global coalition of closet queens scramble to make meals for Pence A man who resembles a recalled children's doll Toxicity in the plastic and he refuses to be house broken The white house maids have already stepped on his piles Corn fed and ignorant he turns red in his embarrassment The scared racists scramble for that giant trash pile in the sky clinging to their chicken fried lovers fearing they may be mistaken for a gay man Watch the child king place a rusted crown on old world hate Progress was a train wreck We found the cargo inside a slime pond I mingle with the rational on occasion I met my last girlfriend at an anti pipeline demonstration Black gold chokes the life of rural pleasantries They only wanted to carve out their peace of progress but now it will ruin the natives and dissolve these drinking fountains In America we don't throw journalists in prison we just slap them with a lawsuit Broke down they wrap around the bread line Spoken word and selfless soup put on the shelf This air blows cold and these leaves crack sinister The news says hate crimes and bullying are on the rise Peruvians run the corner store around the way I went to buy tobacco and Laffy taffy Their window shattered and crude spray paint over the entrance apparently mistaken for ISIS they stand confused and scared just wanting the same things you and I do happiness and health security and a future for their children A perpetual state of fear A mind numbing angst These are the tools we have going forward Just in case nobody says it I love you all and you are always welcome at my table
moonsocket
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
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