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Moonsocket
Poems
Nov 2016
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
Written by
Moonsocket
26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)
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