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We can weep, oh America the name of our country over and over our democracy looted while the new President is congratulated and his acolytes kiss *** like a ruby on the King's ring the Secretary of Education can't read and the Secretary of Energy with his poor memory drinks from a glass of big oil while the Secretary of Interior says there can be no more bees no butterflies, no more gardens for us inferiors, there will be no more dreaming, no poets or anti-discrimination policies against anything, no brooms for sweeping, just last straws and executive actions handed down from the white mansion.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
Kissing the ring
We can weep, oh America the name of our country over and over our democracy looted while the new President is congratulated and his acolytes kiss *** like a ruby on the King's ring the Secretary of Education can't read and the Secretary of Energy with his poor memory drinks from a glass of big oil while the Secretary of Interior says there can be no more bees no butterflies, no more gardens for us inferiors, there will be no more dreaming, no poets or anti-discrimination policies against anything, no brooms for sweeping, just last straws and executive actions handed down from the white mansion.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
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