#blackmail
It is not my people who want war,
It is these dogs
Who want to play us like pawns.
To their own ends,
They are corrupt.
They do not respect us,
Their leaders lead our politicians on.
It is not our fight, but our weapons
Off of our backs, the funds.
More money gone away to war, which
Shall never return in excess, if at all
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
It is the virtue signalers,
Any person who does not do
Exactly as they said they will
It is people who will show you a smile
Only to backtrack a mile, the very next hour
You know authentic
You know the genuine.
You know who are greedy businessmen,
Only out to fill their pockets.
You know who are too old to remain,
Any career politician.
Stack the circuits, flush the house and courts
So much blackmail and cash
You hear about it in the nightly news
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 9:35 PM UTC
We smelled your scent
we signed a lengthy confession
we drew a composite
and picked you out of a lineup
yet still you walked away
scott free
time we implicate you
a little bit more
...
A preponderance
of the evidence
suggests duct tape
over rope
you're my willing hostage
you love something about me
but this is all about
keeping you quiet
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
Do this
Do that
Never for me
Always for you
Always putting me down
You too dark
Too fat
Too short
This that
Words often said
Complaint
Grumble
Annoyance
Anger
That’s all I get
But today I rise
Never again
I promise myself
Never again
I have become more
Each day I become
Never again
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
My saint,
my good Samaritan
who never leaves.
How lucky I am -
so grateful for
my humanitarian man.
How lucky I am,
so grateful for
his faultless memory -
reiterated recall -
everyone else left you
Oh my humanitarian man.
My good Samaritan,
holy martyr.
A heart for a soul -
a love to barter.
So sweet (so deserving) a sacrifice
for my humanitarian man.
A heart for a soul,
so sweet a sacrifice.
*For if our love shall perish
accept my death twice*
How lucky I am,
my humanitarian man.
My saint,
my good Samaritan.
he'd die for my heart -
he'd never leave.
So how could I part
my humanitarian man?
How lucky I am.
How lucky I am.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
To whom are we responding,
All bad news for responding.
Someone's editing all this stuff,
Media and worldwide web, that's tough,
Let's examine the motivation,
Feeding us their manipulation,
Read and listen in bewilderment,
Assess the agenda in amazement,
You want us to believe that stuff?
Motivation and manipulation, guess that's tough!
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
**Collaboration with
Arcassin B
SS**
There's someone
On Capitol Hill
There amongst the
***** and swill
Got your number
On a bill
They've SOLD OUT
For a thrill
Every vice
Martinis chilled
You are just
View to a ****
Someone up there
Privatized
Someone up there
Just said "Aye"
Someone up there
Told some lies
Someone up there
Has some eyes
Someone up there
In the skies
Someone up there
Wants to pry
Someone up there
Makes you cry
Someone up there
Makes you die..
AB
While the toetag still
Keeps you alive,
All the unfairness
Becomes deprived,
Exposed and identified,
What's the Pentagon up to,
They about to have
New nation full of immigrants,
What are you gonna do,
Plotting the demise,
Subliminals in your eyes,
You wonder how the people
Broke off pride,
Someone up there
Demoralized
Someone up there
In disguise
Someone up there
Serve without pay
Someone up there
Love one's die
Someone up there
Don't act surprised
Someone up there
No time to be shy
Someone up there
Don't want this life.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC