A roster of rotten rogues and rascals
Rapscallions and self-righteous racketeers.
Wrapped themselves in the American Flag,
Like Wicked Witches of the West in drag.
Not a whit of statesmanship in the bunch.
Hearts as black as coal, I have a hunch.
If we go by behavior, the devil is alive;
Queen bees who hate the workers in the hive.


They started with genocide of all those here,
Native Americans before the whites drew near.
They kept it up by importing a million black folks
They owned and ***** and made up ugly jokes.
In time they treated Irish and Italians the same.
Let them come here and then played a sick game.
Promises to those, the non-Europeans, were not kept.
They heaped them with bias while good Christians slept.

It has been going on forever since antiquity.
They make our fine country a den of iniquity;
When not operating from a sense of disdain
They run their show on hatred, death and pain.
They claim they work for the people, but
Most of the people can tell what is really what.
Distressingly disgusting, diabolically divisive
They do their best when citizens are permissive.

In time they decided monopolies were great.
They let those with money put up the gates
And charge those with little to pass through
To get food, water, places to live. Not new.
Old country villainy was given a new face
And soon only a few creeps owned the place.
They cheated and swindled and laughed at those
Who starved, rebelled and fought and died.
Rich children splurged on geegaws far and wide.

Soon the list of enemies grew in the mansions,
They included over half of regular American citizens:
Blacks women and poor people were told shut up.
There was not enough nectar to put into their cups.
Gays, agnostics and atheists were treated as if
They were the living minions of the Christian devil
Liberals and objections to conservatives called evil.
Anyone who had issues to the gathering of massive wealth
Was treated as a criminal who wanted to steal their wealth.

The self-righteous racketeers bought newspapers and lies
All created to be swallowed whole by the lazy and unwise
Who could not see that they bought and sold more crooks
That got into office and wrote evil laws into the books.
This is not a new game, in this computerized info age.
This is an ancient costume covering up the old outrage.
It only takes for most of us to stand by and not protest
When leaders lie, and cheat and steal and call it a jest.

Find yourself a nit.
So you can noisily pick it.
Find some tiny word’s ***
So you can busily kick it.
Ignore the real issues
Like who’s rotten to the pith,
And ***** about the clothes
Stars are bobbing for apples with.

Let’s pick on non-issues,
Like who is ******* who,
Unless it’s the government;
They can do what they want to.
Listen to the crazy rhetoric
Of some professional liars
And ignore the starving millions.
Boy, have we got crossed wires.

There will always be a nit
You can pick to your heart’s content.
Taxes are too high for the rich
The poor doesn’t pay enough rent.
And too many news channels
Keep telling the people the facts.
That makes the words you say
Sound not like how you act.

So call anyone who disagrees
Creators of alternate truths.
Blame the horrible crime rate
On left leaning depressed youth.
Pick those nits and mince words,
Vilify patriots and make them squeal.
Pick those nits and lie, lie, lie,
Until no it truth seems real.

नेता जी के पास दिमाग है
चलता नही, अलग बात है

नेता जी स्मार्ट हैं
कोई मानता नहीं, अलग बात है

नेता जी शरीफ हैं
लगते नहीं, अलग बात है

काफी ईज्जत है ईनकी
कोई करते दिखता नहीं, अलग बात है।

नेता जी के वादे हैं
पूरे करते नहीं, अलग बात है

नेता जी यूथ लीडर हैं
लगते नहीं, अलग बात है

नेता जी रिबन्स काटते हैं
इंफ्रास्ट्रक्चर खराब है, अलग बात है

नेता जी वैसे ईमानदार हैं
करप्शन हो जाता है, अलग बात है।

AssembleD to dissemble
Congregated to prevaricate
Misleading all misdeeds
Associates to discriminate

When nobles are ignoble
And hit us with a low ball
That baits and switches
And then laughs at us all
Applauding each other
And singing their own praises
Then giving themselves huge
Unconscionably large raises
It means we have lost sight
Of the hows and the whys;
That we are being defeated
By the Tower Of Lies.

Misleading all misdeeds
Associates to discriminate
Assembled to dissemble
Congregated to prevaricate

A subterfuge centrifuge
Spinning out stories for dunces;
Fables and mythology
For addicts to mystery
Fools playing wild hunches,
This is Vegas for the mad
A sad Monte Carlo atmosphere
Worsening every year.
An oven for a coven,
A sick secretive collective,
Of selected dark intentions;
This is no place for the wise.
Never unseated or defeated
Those in the Tower Of Lies

Assembled to dissemble
Congregated to prevaricate
Misleading all misdeeds
Associates to discriminate

recently
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiots
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place

Welcome to the Sindicate
Of utter stupidity
Where all tactile contact
Is inhibited by the puny mind

You are a villain
Of these modern times of change
In primal times
How I would have deranged
Your features
Like the animal within me
Tells me so

To take justice into my own hands
Hone it like never before
Then plant it
Into your ridiculous behind

Then maybe some sense will grow
Instead of spewing idle catchphrase
When all wisdom has  escaped
From your old diuretic mind

Then maybe you will see
Beyond your need for controversial
Lust for simple power
Over the sheep you fail to herd

To manipulate the many
Your voice must be heard
But its pointless tribulation
When all around you curd
At your arrogance

Now the freshly programmed
Atmosphere turns at the smell
Of your ***** discussion
Riddled with moth *****

Slurring all the ignorance
You can muster in one
Uninformed, uncontemplated instant
Which has roused the warrior
So I may slay this fool

Only to stop the cringe of colleagues
As they put up with your impertinence
How I wish that all intelligence
Did not exist for a time

So that all the grime that lies within me
Can swallow you whole
So you may have a taste of darkness
To counteract the light
That shines
Out
Of
Your
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