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I’m just saying
Madder than a hornets
fit to be tired
It’s gonna be a bumpy ride
I’m continuous today
I’m speaking my mind in every way
My guff is full I have much to convey.
Who are they?

Where is congressional oversight?
“They “ won’t leave without a fight
Who are  behind  the elusive “they”
that hide a bill in the darkest night
people are told to vote on it ,without Sight

You can read the bill
after you voted it into law
Is that how all the flamboyant money disappears?
That would justify our suspicions our fears
“They say trust me ,
Predator or prey who are they?

This has been going on for decades
That is the excuse of their charades
Filibustering a bill that will help Americans
For the sake of their constituents
I wonder are they on drugs ******* barbiturate

who are “they “ beholden to
“They” got him into Office what were they buying?
“They” made a deal with the devil constant lying
Naïve, do gooders The government not on the level
  
Isn’t the whole principal flawed?
Predator or prey
Who are they? no more hiding
“They” Seek reek havoc in plain sight

Mostly peaceful protest fire bright
Burning Tesla in broad daylight
Congressional representatives bullhorn in hand
Calling the people To rise up to take a stand

How did they get into government
With their agenda on  race Hate
What about the oath “they” swore
American’s should be saying No More

Who are “they” that infiltrate our interior?
Insisting race, creed color, superior
Why do They find America inferior?
So much they want to tear it down.
Threatening the United States like a clown

Why Would they double down
Unable to profit from the lush trust funds they built
LLC’s exposed follow the money trail tilt
Who are they? How far how deep does this run?

Government officials go into politics to become rich
Off of the backs of the middle class and poor without a stitch  people don’t matter
Americans are waking up now know the score

To the obscene schemes Money laundering
Too fantastical to be true if we really knew
It doesn’t matter what letter is behind “their”names
both sides are lining their pockets,
Like Davy Crockett

feathering their cap for decades hidden
millions billions trillions hide it locket it
How deep does it go? We may never know.
Who are “They” who reap what they sew

Elon admits a target on his back he might be killed
The obscene amount of money power “they” yield
Scratch the surface, don’t go too deep
They’ll dig his grave, keep exposing, don’t sleep

Too far down the rabbit hole to stop now
Corruption in every agency people ask How?
Hear the accusations, give the benefit of the doubt
Ask motivation “They” who the loudest shout

What do “they”not want us to know see
Why do “they” put a false pretest leave it be
What do they stand to lose?
Follow the money innocent or guilty choose

I’m Not on either side.American citizens
want to know where our money was spent
It’s so incredible. It’s hard to believe it’s true.
Congressional hearings bring the receipts

Follow the money from beginning to end
Regardless, who and ware banking sends
America has the right to know what laws are being broke middle class and poor pocketbook spoke

When a person in power comes up for reelection
Their report card should be under inspection
Every bill “ they”voted on or said NO to
should be their report card for the people  to see.

No more behind closed doors. Americans are the bosses to see their test scores.
I’m on the side of Justice for
the United States of America

I’m on the sides of less government more freedom for the people. I don’t want to hear rhetoric double talk or hyperbole show me the proof no more stonewalling no more double talk lying and bamboozling no more stratagem

American people ask, how do you know when a government officials is lying?
punchline their lips are moving
People vote people are choosing informed facts no more boozing snoozing hush Mooney under the table no more special interest payments

Once you good name is lost. It’s lost forever.
They need to prove to the American people
What we bought and paid for
Protect those who are exposing the bad
Protect the whistleblower enough they’ve had
Bring it all to light and let’s clean up the mess
Lowering the budget is anybody’s guess

American towns are burning. What are we learning? They don’t want the truth to come out.
They want the **** killer murderers to stay in our country why?
Who are “They”

Inspired song

What’s going on? 1971
By Marvin Gaye

Money
By Pink Floyd

Street fighting man
By The Rolling Stones 1968

Footnote
I started this poem when Biden was in office and it sat in my draft for a couple of years so this blast the past both administrations, both presidents
just goes to show. History has a way of repeating each other and not in a good way.
I’m not on either side. I’m on the side for the people. However, my Verison may be different, but I’d like to see America great again. Governor Newsom is putting out all these TV ads saying it’s about corporate greed two oil companies are shutting down if they are so greedy in getting so rich why are they leaving because they’re getting slammed with the cost and they can’t afford it. When the banks were falling down May, the government stepped in, but when they’re gonna be charging $10 a gallon for gas, nobody says a dang thing. Three phases of building low income housing for immigrants. Yet Americans have been waiting for years. The newhousing for immigrants
Will be complete in November.. Siri is not ready. We are small rural and we have three sheriffs. That’s it. There’s a small supermarket that was meant for their fishing boating people going up to the lake. This market is directly across the street from the New housing. The park right next-door is a favorite for drug addicts The city’s way to potential problems is to put in bright lighting. It was shining all the apartments that they just made it makes no sense. Immigrants will get free busing from one part to the other. Without a car this is not the place for anyone restarted a neighborhood patrol. I don’t know how effective that will be..
BLT Websters word of the day challenge
July 5, 2025, cantankerous
A cantankerous person is often angry and annoyed, and a cantankerous animal or thing is difficult and irritating to deal with
Immortality Jan 18
Star loved moon,
and he did too.

They hated him,
but he never knew.

She shattered,
by their cold hand.

Who is at fault?
I was wrong,
you tried,
but I,
I was wrong.

I didn’t mean to,
but they willed us,
to fall apart.

Now the star’s heart is split,
half for the moon,
half for them.
At last, neither 'the moon' nor 'they' are as badly broken as 'the star' is.....
Nat Lipstadt Apr 2024
~for all the old poets,
especially one so denominated, my old faithful friend…~
<>

the
THEY,
emboldened and italicized,

are whispering and whimpering,
even
whining
that I’ve gone
wimpy,
lost possess of mine
facilities and faculties,
no longer able and capable
to command, demand, in hand,
import
a decent poem
from & in the English language(s) to
purport,

lost my edges,
hide behind the hedges
of inconsequential ancestral
and incestual rhymes,

these
THEY
do oft appear as voices in my
now emptied and unemployed head,
but familiarity breeds contemporary
contretemps of contempt,
for they are remiss,
in dismiss when the eyelids
flutter,
the noble temporal lobes
mutter,
’tis thy~thyme ole man,
for spillage of your

FPOTD
(first poem of the day)
thus kneecapping the cancer
of a restless dark hour period
where failures and faults,
of lines
crossed and uncrossed,
bear you to pieces,
bare your lifetime
laundry list
of pulsing, palpable,
fulminating and always ruminating faults
of which penance cannot be bought
by the bags of pennies and sordid assorted coins
that THEY
will find in the back bottom of thine closets,
along with the manuscripts
of the discarded and forlorn,
unloved and unpublished poems that you chose
to have buried with you,

lest you think that
eternal rest
will best
them voices,
they will accompany you
to permafrost of forever dark,
their once and future demise,
a travesty of
justice…

enough.

lists of to do’s;
the exercise of delaying death
for one more day,
by trodding on the treadmill
that postpones the inevitable
that can
always tun longer and faster
and cannot be outdone, outrun,
but
this poem
disgorged and disbanded,
it’s bytes,
will not bite mark me
in the forever future
their bytes are alive now,
free to be chomped and well chewed,
and once fully digested,
be return to our Mother
Earth

where some disclaimed poems
go to be buried
within it’s eternity
Mark Wanless Feb 2024
i is me you are
you they are them together
we are all of us
Nat Lipstadt May 2023
(Ain’t “They” Great!)

Now watching 13 year old grandkid live-on-streaming-Internet,
playing Little League baseball in California, pleasantly surprised,

No, not by the amazing technology, or his super great play,
but the laugh-out-loud accommodation to the “au courant”

Game announcer, a soulless robot machine, stupid-smart, without exception, employs THEY pronoun for all, which after 10 seconds thot,

of serious reflection is a brilliant deflection, a solutionary salutation!
We come to see kids play ball, care not a whiff (double entendre),

re identity politicized insanity, machine makes everyone truly equal,
robbing stupids of a phony, proclamation of self-righteous “individuality”

God Bless No-Brainers!
Ain’t They Great!


~Postcript~

Introducing a newly Recomposed Natty:

still an OWG
(old white guy)
but now a Proudly, a gaily machine-made, in the USA

They.
el Oct 2020
am i really
who i think i am ?
am i really
who i've been told i am?
am i really
who i've been made to be?
am i bound to who
they perceive me as?
or can i be expressed
in a different form ?
i want to be alive, but i feel
trapped in who i am
it doesn't sit right with me
but who i think i am
doesn't sit right with them
i am human .
i am she .
i am they .
i am who i am .
but i am not bound to
how i am traditionally
perceived .
29/10/2020
she was afraid
when they looked
at her
what did they see
always wondering
what they were thinking
how do they feel
analyzing every
little thing she said
overthinking
she just cared
so much
she just wanted to be
accepted
Change is coming
so quickly,
so fast
its easy to miss
but somehow
some way
change is here
its not wanted
they think
its unnecessary
but change always comes
change is here
and we
are not ready
they say
they say
that he'll be blown away
blown away
in a ballot paper display

they say
they say
that he'll have an unfortunate day
an unfortunate day
of terrible gray

they say
they say
that he'll be made to pay
made to pay
for his unpredictable play

they say
they say
that he'll receive an unforgiving spray
an unforgiving spray
from the fifty states array  

they say
they say
that he'll not survive the onslaught's affray
the onslaught's affray
which is coming his way
The poem is based on Donald Trump.
Where Shelter May 2020
the anonymous who keep us fed,
allowing us to stay in shelter, hide in bed,
while they masked and gloved,
go about keeping us safe and living

with no glory, the invisible,
the shelf stockers,
the wipe-downers,
of our collective spaces,
disinfecting when we
are home in our heads, while
their families worry~wait

we are the indebted,
so our collective can prosper,
no one calls them heroes,
but we would be at greatest, fatalist risk,
if not for the burdens they accept,
for they deliver
us.

so I when I ask nowadays, where is shelter,
the answer is, it is on the way, it is in their hands,
being delivered!
in NYC we are able to survive only because of this army
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