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#classism
Racism, colourism, tribalism; fascism dressed in vague wisdom; the space of a passive Christian with prideful criticism, stuck in a complicated class of subjects, all wrapped in classism… Being stuck in love’s tourism— visiting feelings, never living in them; searching for truth inside soft euphemisms; sinking in a fear baptism, dark thoughts dumbing time, blondism, bleaching beauty into belief… painting false pictures of perfect men, and women... Ill-mannered tempers in one’s mannerisms; tables set in polished perfectionism— yet the last one to eat, carries a hunger, a quiet gluttony within them. Cause really, we’re ALL stuck in a prism— split into colours, shaped by every and all “isms”; and the person you say you’re not… look again— you’re living some part of them. So break out the prism— before it becomes your prison.
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
We Are All The Isms Within Us
I’m afraid the masquerade is over; You must pack your bags and leave now. Don’t be sad — take it as closure; They still think they’re holier than thou. The rich return to their old ways, Their customs brittle, cold, and strange. They’ll tell you once again, "Eat cake," — A stubborn mindset you cannot change. The mask falls off along with the glamor; Nothing remains but broken chandeliers. The empty halls strike your face like a hammer, And you long for the gateau and beer. Outside, it’s a bitter winter, And your faith threatens to disappear. But the masquerade won’t let you reenter — You hear a commotion drawing near. Two people fighting, blinded by beliefs, Living side by side in the same town too. When will they see — it’s not a left or right breach, But a battle of the top against the few?
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 7:00 PM UTC
I’m Afraid The Masquerade Is Over
Lumpenproletariat's                      Comprise the population Revolutionized, new variants Attempt consolidation. Socialist experiments or Anthropology's deviation? Avoidance- societal detriments of health: Classism's obliteration.
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Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC
Classicism's Obliteration
Sell out a million for a billion Bloodflow, cashflow all im feelin Keep pumpin till oblivion Aint no ceilin and corpses pile on Unapologetic ******* cash rules everything now Pathetic stay low and when I pass you better bow Autokrat choose when the deathblow hits earth now Fully automatic sell to to the Congo, cash for ammo God is cash and im feelin like money Only one I'll let in to heaven is me Peasant blood best remember fealty Best worship the ground beneath me I Keep pushin on the system till it cracks While its delegates write me a paycheck They lick my boots while I crush your neck They watch as you suffocate fear the plutomaniac
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 2:25 AM UTC
Capitalist Death Cult
flocks penetrated his barrier to inspect his rot when it sank down beneath the salt lowly in the slowing dark, >° °< called him back with sirens and suggestion, danced in vibrant twisters to entice him before he could drown, >° °< fled from each cavern in shock, begged for his spreading mane to weave in, >° °< fed on the youth spinning around him, spat jets at his limbs, >° °< held hope out just for him, but there was nothing to be saved ° ° from the abyssal plain.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
an ocean *****
Her fingers cracked and bleeding, Lead glued under brow, under hum, And below the sweet Tian He smog, So rests my grandmother. She’s gently handing out hope, Even more, stale and day old bread, Hidden ‘neath twitch, ‘twixt grief; Abandoned were the meals, the bed, And bath, so that the others may eat. It’s in the shadows I shuffle, dependent, With a paper-bag to my left and Other, my better, to the right, Whilst we wish the silent skeleton, Pale and fervent, my grandmother, Some peace, some bread, two smiles, And but one star, if only one For her to wish upon, and one more, If only to grant her ample and every desire.
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Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Silent Skeletons (and other forms of the poor)
America, you are corrupt America, you feed fuel to the fire that diminushes the lower class America, why are you so obsessed with power? America, why do you insist on shaming the human body? Is it because the government is scared of being naked itself? That if the government let some skin show all its secrets would show with it? America, why most you antaognize me? America, why are you so obsessed with war? America, you don't need to be so obsessed with war. Your manhood is so offended that you take all the men from their hoods and send them off to fight in your pity wars. America, land of the brave. America, land of the men who are so terrified of the color red that all they see is red. Red, white and blue. America, are you a communist? America, why can't I smoke some trees in peace? America, you cut down trees: Are we any different? America, are we any different? You and your Americans shame everything that isn't white No wonder it took so long to perfect the color television America, why do you hate rainbows You'd have it rain like bombs before you'd let in a new kind of beautiful America, you are not beautiful America, you are not beautiful America, look into the eyes of the American people and take a look at your own reflection America, you can be beautiful. America, you truly can be beautiful America, one day I hope you are beautiful
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
America // Inspired by "America" by Allen Ginsberg
The land of the free The huddled masses Salute the flag and Raise your glasses. Just going along fine; You never had a hunch And then America gives A sneaky sucker punch. With malice toward none The land of equality Everyone the same Just like you and me, Unless he is black Or some other non-white. Then, not really equal. No, sorry. Not quite. The rules are laid out, Not in the constitution. To be okay in the USA Is an ironclad institution. You don’t make waves, Or rise above your station. A handpicked few white men Are in charge of this nation. The land of the free The huddled masses Salute the flag and Raise your glasses. Just going along fine; You never had a hunch And then America gives A sneaky sucker punch. So, don’t start whining About equal opportunity. That really isn’t for you Only for the likes of me. I’m a rich white man, you see I control most of what there is Which is almost everything. Tell you when to take a whizz. There are haves and have-nots And you know which you are. If you’re lucky you get to own A TV and inexpensive car. But other than voting for The two parties we allow You just pay taxes, that’s it. Nothing else, not ever, not now. The land of the free The huddled masses Salute the flag and Raise your glasses. Just going along fine; You never had a hunch And then America gives A sneaky sucker punch.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
SUCKER PUNCH