#budget
Well,
that puts,
'in my house there are many mansions'
in a tiz,
over to you,
God.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
Only 24 easy payments.
Well, actually
- 1 easy.
23 increasingly ****** difficult.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 5:55 AM UTC
the joy of
having a few
currency notes
in the jeans pocket,
and floating through
the day in careless
glee is all but over,
they tax our hearts,
they tax our minds,
plying election dreams
and lust for drugged
drowsy seats of power,
down with leisure!
their cattle call.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
Donald Trump's unleashed a budget
with fanfare great and loud;
And if you helped elect him
you are, no doubt, standing proud.
Such joy and happiness you'll feel
and oh such special thrills,
to find yourself in bankruptcy
from rising healthcare bills.
With public education trashed,
most kids will come out fools,
but so glad for those richer kids
in better, private schools.
No more funding for the arts,
oh what a lovely treat,
to walk past starving artists out
panhandling on your street.
When you drink water from your tap
and start to gag and choke,
be grateful that the E.P.A.
has gone right up in smoke.
If you're old and your Medicaid
won't cover that prescription,
will "Proud to die before my time"
be on your grave's inscription?
So where will all the savings go
from all this cost reduction?
Be thrilled to know it will buy more
weapons of mass destruction;
and it will build a monument
to Trump, so we will see
a massive wall, so broad and tall,
as useless as is he.
Though into pain and suffering
your country will be slidin',
your vote for Trump has given you
a budget you'll take pride in.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
A ***** drills inside my core
It nags, graps, pans, the hands
They knot in spins and twists
My crux left at the river side
Breathing,gasping fast, faster
Body out in the open rawness
Persisting resistance of the force
An outward shield winning
Winged left,right, up, down
Another day, a greater pace
A passive taste, ranting in haste
In bricks ***** all I taste is hate
All walking in dead silence
Heads shouting with dreams
A roll of sweet and sour sate
Echoes of taxes and budgets
How will they evolve us?
Snatching more from pockets
The rockets burst to mock us
Pulling our all to fund them
Nuclear bombs creating tombs
Distribution of lies and wars
Missiles disposing as lyrics
An objectification of reason
Figure brushes on magazines
Incisions of bits and **** hoots
To boost of the hot posed ***
No truth is scaffolded as real
A psychological brainwash
Pollutes and limits indefinately
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC