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The worms and vultures will have at the dead, let’s all hide from our fears! Leave these politicians to fester and rot There’s nothing but smelly corpse here I once was a Bernie bro when he was Ralph Nader Now I am no longer a liberal nut Nor a right wing hater American politics See ya later!
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
American Politics
Now, I've been broke since before money existed- If I ever made it big I'd probably resist it, And I'm still ****** that I'm just another misfit, Taking shot after shot even if I'll miss it, Yeah, I've been high and I've seen the tar pits, Been so **** ****** up nobody coulda' assisted, And I got back up so I guess the gist is- Taking too many shots is my kind of base hit, And I've been dead since before Death enlisted, Never get a 1-up cause the church is twisted, If I had one wish, I'd add billionaires to my hit list, Taking shots at the top till they sop and eat ****
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Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
Counterfeit
“Comrade Bernie's in full swing Arms flailing, fingers pointing, Like a possessed puppet on a string To his legions never disappointing.” “We're a movement young and strong Forward thinking, kind to all, They call us mad but that's so wrong Such a thought takes quite some gall”. “We in turn look on bemused The Stars and Stripes turning to the Sickle, To put it mildly we're confused Democrats floundering in a pickle.” “Little do they understand Momentum's on our side; From our crusade we'll never bend We march united like the tide.” “Yet Trump's laughing with great glee Re-election firmly in his sight, Bernie's pitch a hollow plea Republicans itching for the fight.” “They may mock us, underrate Wait and see, watch and learn; Our revolution simply fate, Love the man, feel the Bern. Who is wrong and who is right In this battle for our hearts, One thing’s sure it will be tight Once we get through all the barbs.
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
A conversation between Bernie's legions and Trump's
sees a mansion and exclaims "No one should have that!" then upon hearing this a 10 year old girl with dreams and aspirations no longer has a reason to work hard and use her imagination
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
Bernie Sanders...
the duration of the gig will last for three exceptional years by the end of it aficionados would have shed some tears let us all recall the two tunes listed below which were heard in many a marvellous show Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Don't go breaking my heart I couldn't if I tried Oh honey if I get restless baby you're not that kind our glittering Sir Elton John bopping on the piano the catalogue of his hits a lyrical nano collaborating with Sir Bernie Taupin together a dynamic partnership who knew how a song would stay in the mind's companionship departing from entertaining on the world's musical stage leaving a remarkable footnote of rock and roll homage
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
Rock And Roll Homage
America How did we get here 24 hour news cycle Veal force fed fear Reality television Without any content Morality supposition Flaming discontent Ignored civic duty We really don't care Reward the unruly We like what we hear Some because we're better than that Others because they want to take back What never belonged To only the few It's not media bias That you can undo You've tended a tree Of hatred and fear Don't be surprised By the fruit that it bears It's become inconvenient Even you can see that Calling fact fiction And fiction fact It's a grand old party But parties don't last Your house is on fire And you lit the match
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Apolitical
Hey America I love you but, I don’t think we should elect a president right now. We really just need some time to be free, and to find ourselves. Yours Truly, Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
Dear America I Love You But...
America’s Son Dear America, what have you become, so busy worried about where you’re going, that you’ve forgotten where you’re from, I am your begotten son, and I love you, I love you, more than these wonderful words can say, I love you but I don’t know what to do, because I fear that you’ve gone astray, like an abusive drunken Trump father, or a used up distracted Hilary mother, you seem so drunkenly enraged by greed, engaged in a lustful want that you falsely believe is a need, Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, we bomb people we’ve never even seen before, something must be wrong because nothing feels right, why, why am I scared of you, maybe it’s your violent tendencies, maybe it’s your egotistical ways, maybe it’s how you’ve created all these enemies, and now these enemies won’t just leave us alone and go away, Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, you are my parents and I look up to you, I love to see the Statue of Liberty’s guiding light, but honestly, at this point I don’t know what to do, I am your son, and even after all you’ve put me through I still love you, but I am absolutely terrified at what you’ve become, what we’ve all become, and even when I run far away to try and escape, I realize we are family so no matter how far I run, I am still an American, because I am America’s Son, come, back home, back to the times of apple pies peace and butterflies, before, the drones, and satellites appeared ominously like shooting stars in the summer skies, come, inside, let’s talk about life over home cooked pie, like why have we had to capitalize off destruction, why do we still have war what is it’s real function, why destroy when we can construct a constant connection, a solid foundation with good intentions and clear instructions, so we can finally heal and move forward as a family that properly functions, be a good husband, be a good wife, be a good person, have a good life, look, it’s not that complicated, see all us children would forgive all your mistakes, if only you’d just admit that you made them, he served two tours in Iraq gave his all and lost his life, and all he got in return is the grave you gave him, God please save him, he was a good kid, even though he killed, he did it because his Uncle Sam told him to, please don’t place him beneath us in Hell, Uncle Sam didn’t know any better either, and it seems his parents had raised him quite well, but Uncle Sam’s not his brother’s keeper, I am and I know my brothers well, and when any of us lose any of our lives, we only pray we leave with a story to tell, because maybe we believe, that when we leave this life we lead, at least we leave the world a little bit better, from sea to shining sea, at least, a little bit, better… Whatever, what more do you want me to say, I love you I am your son, but I’m scared and that feeling won’t go away, Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, I write by the light of the bright stars, and through these words I’ve earned my stripes, and honestly America, as much as I distrust and despise you I still put no one above you, even though I’m ashamed of you for invading our privacy like an enema, I don’t even trust you anymore and I used to only trust you, you’re like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin like eczema, I’m embarrassed of the ways in which you’ve behaved and all you’ve put us through, but I am still your begotten son, and I still love you… Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light… ∆ Aaron La Lux ∆ author of The Poetry Trilogy author of The H Trilogy ∆ https://www.amazon.com/Trilogy-City-Angels-Aaron-Lux/dp/1535054328
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Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
America's Son
America’s Son Dear America, what have you become, so busy worried about where you’re going, that you’ve forgotten where you’re from, I am your begotten son, and I love you, I love you, more than these wonderful words can say, I love you but I don’t know what to do, because I fear that you’ve gone astray, like an abusive drunken Trump father, or a used up distracted Hilary mother, you seem so drunkenly enraged by greed, engaged in a lustful want that you falsely believe is a need, Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, we bomb people we’ve never even seen before, something must be wrong because nothing feels right, why, why am I scared of you, maybe it’s your violent tendencies, maybe it’s your egotistical ways, maybe it’s how you’ve created all these enemies, and now these enemies won’t just leave us alone and go away, Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, you are my parents and I look up to you, I love to see the Statue of Liberty’s guiding light, but honestly, at this point I don’t know what to do, I am your son, and even after all you’ve put me through I still love you, but I am absolutely terrified at what you’ve become, what we’ve all become, and even when I run far away to try and escape, I realize we are family so no matter how far I run, I am still an American, because I am America’s Son, come, back home, back to the times of apple pies peace and butterflies, before, the drones, and satellites appeared ominously like shooting stars in the summer skies, come, inside, let’s talk about life over home cooked pie, like why have we had to capitalize off destruction, why do we still have war what is it’s real function, why destroy when we can construct a constant connection, a solid foundation with good intentions and clear instructions, so we can finally heal and move forward as a family that properly functions, be a good husband, be a good wife, be a good person, have a good life, look, it’s not that complicated, see all us children would forgive all your mistakes, if only you’d just admit that you made them, he served two tours in Iraq gave his all and lost his life, and all he got in return is the grave you gave him, God please save him, he was a good kid, even though he killed, he did it because his Uncle Sam told him to, please don’t place him beneath us in Hell, Uncle Sam didn’t know any better either, and it seems his parents had raised him quite well, but Uncle Sam’s not his brother’s keeper, I am and I know my brothers well, and when any of us lose any of our lives, we only pray we leave with a story to tell, because maybe we believe, that when we leave this life we lead, at least we leave the world a little bit better, from sea to shining sea, at least, a little bit, better… Whatever, what more do you want me to say, I love you I am your son, but I’m scared and that feeling won’t go away, Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, I write by the light of the bright stars, and through these words I’ve earned my stripes, and honestly America, as much as I distrust and despise you I still put no one above you, even though I’m ashamed of you for invading our privacy like an enema, I don’t even trust you anymore and I used to only trust you, you’re like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin like eczema, I’m embarrassed of the ways in which you’ve behaved and all you’ve put us through, but I am still your begotten son, and I still love you… Oh say can you see, by the dawn’s early light… ∆ Aaron La Lux ∆ author of The Poetry Trilogy author of The H Trilogy ∆ https://www.amazon.com/Trilogy-City-Angels-Aaron-Lux/dp/1535054328
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Another Day in The Life Another flight, another day in the life, don’t know why I still write, don’t know what’s wrong and right, don’t really know what’s going on anymore, don’t trust any of our politicians, well except for maybe Bernie, none of our politicians seem trustworthy, well none of them except for maybe Bernie, the rest are just a bunch of criminals, seriously, Hillary, she’s under an FBI investigation, but she knows the DA so she’ll probably be okay, the DA’s name is Lynch and she’s close with Hillary, the DA’s name is Lynch how ironically appropriate, then there’s Trump, he’s under investigation too, I suppose what do you expect, from a country of criminals, The good ‘ol US of A was built on the back of slaves, slaughtered thousands of Native Americans, and the one’s that survived got placed onto Reservations, yes they’re really called Reservations, not to be rude but I’m still on the move, with everything to gain and nothing to prove, even though I still don’t know the destination, on another flight, another day in the life, don’t know why I still write, don’t know what’s wrong and right… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
∆ Another Day In The Life ∆
Senator Bernie Sanders has been invited to the Vatican by the Pope, himself, and Mr. Sanders graciously accepted. I just gotta wonder "how's that for 'auspicious?' I mean: in this Presidential Election where every other candidate flaunts their unflinching 'faith' as a means to woo potential voters, how perfect that the belittled underdog is summoned to meet His Holiness as the others, without fail, put their feet in their mouths and proceed to valliantly shoot themselves in the foot, yet the voting populous doth so seem to revel in the spectacle. What a show!
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
Saint Sanders
My life is a fashion show, My country's flag is a poster, The stars are check marks off a shopping list, And my future president wants to build a barrier to keep us in- And keep the rest of us out. Outside I hear a child Calling out to the world and begging, Screaming that he'll see change. Swearing that if he can have a chance He will see himself. The television buzzes. I am not sure what it's saying But the colors tell me that I'm not supposed to know. And each time I try to understand I am to expect a slap to the wrist. My future president has a lot of money; I've seen pennies fly out of his mouth. His heart is grey and his eyes glow red But I've been taught to believe in the colors and I'm not supposed to know What they mean. My cats are unaware Of any inconvenience. Whether we change the world or not, They'll find food in their dishes daily. They will have a human to curl up next to. The trees are sad today. Earth knows it will fall victim To this vile mess of waste and greed Only to serve a species with no mind to realize That we're meant to care for that which gives us life. I've been watching reruns Each day I have spent in this life. Nobody wants to hear the truth. Nobody wants to believe working together will change the world, But hasn't the world been at war this whole time?
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
America
In the distance, outside the door to your basement, a crowd la-la's the Star Spangled Banner. All swirl-eyed, and promising water, a circled-hiss, a lie. Fox-headed, and painting Old Glory onto his chest, to the amazement of even the millionaires. In a dark room, eyes roll back, towards Wellesley. Eternally, hung on the wall. The patriarch, shaking the hands of your grandfather. Dreaming of the late 1960s. The mountain, surrounded by clouds. The Gods throw bolts, and fireworks, at-You, through the television set. From the cinder, on the lawn, of a house, on-fire and crumbling, the kids are catching flame. And if all goes as planned then the bonfire's a beacon, we're not going anywhere. We are the rocket's red glare. Garnering hope from those driving to work. Hitting the light switch, to see the results. Trying to look for America. Bernie 2016
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Rocket's Red Glare (Super Tuesday)
At the Bernie Sanders rally on Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day in Alabama, a middle-aged woman in the crowd fell to the floor from illness. The entire rally silenced. All 7,000 attendees turned their focus to her welfare. When the medics arrived, the crowd erupted into cheers, a heroes’ welcome. The people then applauded the ill woman once she regained the ability to walk out of the event. Two weeks prior, at a rally for the authoritarian populist Donald Trump, three white men stomped a black man. He’d worn a t-shirt that read 'Black Lives Matter.'
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
Bernie 2016