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Brent Kincaid Aug 2017
I know there are millions of you
That do not want to think about things
Like politics, politicians and rules;
The boring stuff those discussions bring.
You’d rather watch the game and while
You drink your beer and sit and cheer
And love whoever you want to love
And hate who you like to hate and jeer.

Hey Hey Hey
USA USA USA

But the big problem in this country
Is that there are people out there
Who will take advantage of that and
Steal every dime you have to spare.
They will lie to you and steal from you
And legislate away your rights gleefully
Because they know what you are feeling
And use it against you shamelessly.

Hey Hey Hey
USA USA USA

They are very happy that you don’t
Want to be bothered with all that.
So when this country slides down
Down the tubes we'll all tip our hat
And remind you what you did to help;
You did absolutely nothing. You played
While adults around you did the work.
Now you raise your kids the same way.

Hey Hey Hey
USA USA USA
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
I am not content.
The president is a charade.
Hate parade's through the towns.
I fidget where I sit
as the bit of love that's left
is traded for dollars or
fame, and who's to blame?
Russia? Yeah Russia,
or those spics kicking dust
up at the border.
Take your pick.
I am not content
as I see hundreds of people
raising hell over hell.
The division line getting bolder.
Division bell ringing louder.
Myself getting older and still
yet unpublished.
And I am not content,
even with smoke in my lungs,
head still hung in silent surrender,
I have something to say!
To hell with it.
A world bent on nonsense
won't listen to a poet.
When I say "spics," it is out of poetic irony/sarcasm. Please do not be offended. Not racist.
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