People are beautiful,
Pretty people please a perverted industry,
Of powerful men
Preferring **** to passion to progress,
Preferring ******* productions over
As mr. president likes to grab 'em by the p..
Pulsating pro-rights protests,
Journalists plee for coverage praying no one pulls a
Knife and produces plumes of blood from the press
Young picassos paint Guernica in America.
A broken people of a nation perpatrating hate-
Where red plus blue can only make purple-
But dark blue and dark red parish and persecuted plee for due process?
Plain racism profoundly perpatrates power and policy because polititions prefer power over people!
A parchment in hand is worth two poor people on the shores of Philippine islands passing pork bones around on plastic forks polluteing ashore to portion a pathetic excuse for super.
Admittedly population proceeding proper capacity depleting the recourse needed per proper production for product based programs-
-tax breaks produce proper rich persons-
Poor penny pedalers paddle street corners prostituting their dinner from someone's porch steps.
Pathetic "Presidential" GOPs
Catapaulting propaganda past press outlets producing media paranoia.
Piranhas perhaps are the least problematic politition ashore.
Petulance is peace right?
Perhaps Palestinian misplacement and
Poor communication produce
A melting *** per pound of C 4
Terrarist propaganda pasted
On highways toting plywood posters
Parasitic politics polluting a proud nation
Patrolled by plastic islands and pay-per-view gun violence.
Police brutality providing protection for
The NRA having premeditated lawsuits against progress
Programs protecting people getting
By political party(s)
Preferring deep pockets to
Loom in present day policy
As unreputable "science" papers
Preach lies to gospel preachers
Perhaps human problems
Produce paper cuts
Peeling skin to skin
For radical apologies to bleed out,
Perhaps bleeding pools
Poor out filling
With EPA Pruit's preference of
Perhaps penguins and polar bears
Produced proper plans:
Die off before the planet plummets per plume cloud of nuclear power.
Or more likely planetary pestilence
Inspired by Harry Bakers poem "Paper People"
I am constantly anticipating
A constipated state of waiting
Up Until that inevitable moment, finally arrives
Lessons will be learned, forever changing lives
The Memories are burned
Etched deep within my brain
The feelings were yearned
But Fatefully became a stain
We only have Society to blame
Or maybe it’s all just the same
Traded for a player to be named
You ******* should be ashamed
We’re all on this train
In the conductor we may trust
Yet we silently remain
Unaware we’re so close to dust
So won’t you please grab another plastic cup
And please take a drink of the succulent cool aid
Before you Breed another sheople minded pup
Remember to have your pet neutered or spayed
What did the end of the sentence say? .... I hope I get my period! What if Donald had been aborted???
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