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#collusion
Boris and Natasha's minds were awhirl As the Russia probe facts did unfurl Let's end the confusion There was no collusion Was fake news of moose and of squirrel
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Fractured Fake News
Sleight of hand creates illusion politicians the rich in collusion. Good slaves we buy their Solutions titrated diluted pollution. They've got you wrangled with the carrots they dangle. I see black holes You See Stars Spangled. "Disseminate fear keep them numb and Confused they'll reward our egregious abuse" but fools won't believe when it's dark they see day so now I tell you what's the use anyway? They've got you wrangled with the carrots they dangle... You see white stripes..... I see liberty.....raped and strangled Keep it obscure, then hand you a cure,   their best phishing lure To make you believe that this country's great they use a little bitty hook and a tiny bit of bait They've got you dangling with the carrots they're wrangling. I see black holes you see stars spangling They've got you wrangled with the bait they dangle... you  see white stripes, I see liberty ***** and strangled They got you dangling with the **** they're wrangling.... Open your eyes you'll see there angling.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Sleight of Hand
Classical Trumpism: Judas makes a strong and powerful betrayal. Neo-Classical-Trumpism: *Adolph is a good friend of mine. He makes a strong                            and powerful argument regarding purity.* Contemporary Trumpism: I love and trust my little buddy, Kim. Modern Trumpism: *Vlad, whom I trust with my marriage, makes a                                    reel strong and powerful argument.* Trumpism:  Sad, Sad, Sad. Witch hunt. There was no collusion. Neo-Trumpism: *Crooked Malia and Sasha are to blame for the                             collusion with Canada, Mexico and South America*.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
Through the Ages
Hush little nobody, don’t say a word Don’t call the SCROTUS a great big **** Because he will never cut you a break He thinks any critic is a great big fake. When SCROTUS ever gets caught in a lie He always blames it on some other guy. He blames everybody, even you If not, of course, Obama will do. Cowboy up, little baby, don't cry Congress is just like this phony guy. Laws that hurt the people will pass Congress loves to kiss SCROTUS *** If taxes favor the rich and not you There is not a thing you can do Congress has become an evil tribe Run by treasonous theives and bribes. And if Social Security goes broke SCROTUS gonna tell you a ***** joke. And if that ***** joke offends SCROTUS gonna lie to you again. So when there is no longer peace And freedom gets replaced by a lease You can kiss your savings goodbye. Now you can read this and know why.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
NURSERY RHYME 2017
AssembleD to dissemble Congregated to prevaricate Misleading all misdeeds Associates to discriminate When nobles are ignoble And hit us with a low ball That baits and switches And then laughs at us all Applauding each other And singing their own praises Then giving themselves huge Unconscionably large raises It means we have lost sight Of the hows and the whys; That we are being defeated By the Tower Of Lies. Misleading all misdeeds Associates to discriminate Assembled to dissemble Congregated to prevaricate A subterfuge centrifuge Spinning out stories for dunces; Fables and mythology For addicts to mystery Fools playing wild hunches, This is Vegas for the mad A sad Monte Carlo atmosphere Worsening every year. An oven for a coven, A sick secretive collective, Of selected dark intentions; This is no place for the wise. Never unseated or defeated Those in the Tower Of Lies Assembled to dissemble Congregated to prevaricate Misleading all misdeeds Associates to discriminate
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Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
THE TOWER OF LIES
Let people be free. Let the people see. Don’t hide any more, Behind closed doors. Come out into the sun There is work to be done And for better or worse The people come first. Our current incentives To our representatives Should not be the cash From planning a crash. They have solid connections Of bribes and our elections. It is simply not even funny; The rich get all the money. Let people be free. Let the people see. Don’t hide any more, Behind closed doors. Come out into the sun There is work to be done And for better or worse The people come first. We need so very badly To not look on life sadly And feel there is no way out. We need to stand and shout. We need to call criminals Nothing so subliminal As conservatives when they Are crooks in proud display.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
LET THE PEOPLE BE FREE
Look down. Is your money slipping away As if it never was? And can you not figure out What is the basic cause? Look down. Are you hands not quite beige And are there calluses there? Then your Trump Republicans In Congress don’t really care. Look down. Are you a pregnant woman Who has no sacks of gold? Are you sick and poor now? Are you broke and old? Look down. Do you have a few million You can donate to the GOP Then likely you are ******* And have suffered silently. If you sit and let them do evil And don’t stand and resist. They’ll use your sacred words To prove your rights don’t exist. Look down. Do you watch the television And believe all you see? Does the Christian right dictate How your existence should be? Look down. Are you sick of war and hate And can’t see it ever ending? Just realize it’s Congressional villains That our country is befriending. Look down. Are you living up to the goals You set for yourself in life? Or is your government killing us all And handing you the knife? Look down. There is hope if we all act And pull these criminals down. It’s our fault they are even there. They run the circus, don’t be a clown. If you sit and let them do evil And don’t stand and resist. They’ll use your sacred words To prove your rights don’t exist.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
LOOK DOWN
Pretending while the rest of us are descending Into the legislative hell you love so well. Tough ***** DC City, You get no sympathy from me. Half the country is on drugs, and you’re all smug. **** off clowns, I hope you all go down. Tough ***** DC City, You don’t much impress me. You sold your souls to the big money creeps And soon you won’t be able to sleep. You are finding out the old saying is true; You are judged by the company you keep. And you’re keeping company with half-bright thugs And ugly fat cats with purely evil souls You value wealth more than suffering people. You’re those without compassion on the whole. You think if you lie often enough we’ll believe Sadly that sometimes truns out true. Tough ***** DC City, Your fingers are sticky as glue. The people may burn your mansions down. See if your bribes protect you then. Tough ***** DC City, I hope the good people jail you. I wish I could hold back paying my taxes Just like you rich people manage to do. Tough ***** DC City, I’d laugh as you tumble. When your corrupt regime falls apart You’ll want us to rescue all of  you. Tough ***** DC City, I’ll sit back and watch things crumble.
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
TOUGH ***** DC CITY
I cry beware, there's danger there, But nobody is listening. I raise my voice and twist my face. There are tears glistening. I can see it coming like an ugly beast. Why the hell can't they smell it at least? This is going to be like a four-year tsunami, But sadly, one that won't go away. All the things we know to be destructive Are waiting in the wings. The freedom of us and our nation May not survive this thing. While promises of greatness resonate The putrid smell of recent history So impatiently waits the doom While fools bemoan their misery. The train wreck of modern life Reverberates in the ears of the wise And distractions abound in media While lies are waved before the eyes Of those loo lazy to leave the couch To vote or attend meetings or speak; To stand up for the rights they have Or find the peace they say they seek. The national criminals are thrilled Meanwhile, we are trained to wail And call evil names about trivia; About things like someone’s email And who stands or sits at a game, Or who is fornicating with who While, for some, there is nothing Too immoral some other person can do.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
HELPLESS HARBINGER
What is love, but a permission to make a home of a heart ?
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
Ombre - II
Wishywashington D.C., you see, consistently. They flip and they flop And they never seem to stop Unless we are talking about blacks Then they never take anything back. They want our wonderful free nation To turn back into a great big plantation Where the only people who have rights Are the wealthiest of all of the whites. And nobody of any other color Could ever be called a brother Or treated with equality Because the word free Doesn’t belong to you or to me. It belongs to the richest minority Who still believe in the divine right And translate that into might And are prepared to fight To keep those down Who ***** around With their profits. They just won’t have it. There will be hell to pay And they mean to say, every day As long as they have anything to say About who gets the shaft and who gets the pay. So, don’t go getting any ideas or plans. Everybody needs to understand This it’s a man’s world And it is not for girls Or people that don’t look like us, Or those who don’t believe like us. So, let’s not have some big fuss. Just do what we say And everything will be okay.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
REPUBLICAN CREDO
We are the Republicans! Kneel and bow! We are superior! All kowtow! We deal in campaign funds Hand and fist. We believe in oligarchy With a twist! We hate democracy We spit in our hats. We hate all poor people Especially Democrats. We think equality Is a crime. Back to the nineteenth century Doubletime. There is no place here In our fine land Where we give the votes To our field hands And women who should all Be in the kitchen Instead of out carrying signs And publically ******** We are the Republicans! Kneel and bow! We are superior! All kowtow! We deal in campaign funds Hand and fist. We believe in oligarchy With a twist! We believe in the Bible which We mostly never read. We think all non-Christians Should be dead. At least they should not be Allowed to vote. That kind of godlessness Gets our goat. The only kind of righteous men Are our own kind. Not gays, blacks and Mexicans! What are you, blind? We ran the show right all along White power! The day the other kinds acted up Was an evil hour. We are the Republicans! Kneel and bow! We are superior! All kowtow! We deal in campaign funds Hand and fist. We believe in oligarchy With a twist!
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
REPUBLICAN NATIONAL ANTHEM
My butt’s all sore From *** kicks about my lifestyle! My neighbor’s sore From raising a child from **** Meanwhile the GOP and friends Are thumping on their Bibles And driving our country to ruin Each running around wearing a cape. I’ve got a very bad case Of the Republican Rash A disease that is fueled By their greed for cash. My bank account is ailing By a deregulating Congress And a Supreme Court gridlock That is just exactly as bad. There are crazy people there That should be in institutions. Things are awful ever since We got ******* by hanging shads. The GOP is paid Big Money To **** on us and steal And then tell us it is raining And our rights aren’t really real. My wallet has fingerprints Of Congress all over it Not mine so much because It does very little good to reach. I work three times as hard now To make what I once did. I’m oh so glad I never did Decide to go and teach. I’ve got a very bad case Of the Republican Rash A disease that is fueled By their greed for cash. I’m all confused about things Like where is up and down And confusing stuff like What is wrong and right. The GOP has spent so long now Saying they are the good guys And what I think of as day Is really the middle of the night. I’ve got a very bad case Of the Republican Rash A disease that is fueled By their greed for cash. The GOP is paid Big Money To **** on us and steal And then tell us it is raining And our rights aren’t really real.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
REPUBLICAN RASH
It was a scam, a sham The flimmiest of flams There was more pork there Than a Christmas ham. It’s nothing but a racket Stuff it all into a big packet And put into a time capture Leave it until the rapture Where it can’t hurt anybody Then, fix yourself a hot toddy And laugh about how shoddy Future folks will think we are. They won’t be wrong by far. They’ll marvel at how many Candidates worth a penny, Or less, showed up to run Like the whole thing was fun And better than a TV show. How could they tumble for Not that good of a governor Didn’t know what lips are for Or what to say on the floor Yet some wanted her to run? What fun the press had with Filling up the internet bandwidth With screeching permutations Of tired old KKK reiterations Of the wonderful Aryan nation The South advocated before We had us a big-ass ugly war. It’s like they didn’t know they lost And were prepared to pay the cost To do it all over again, not just men But women too, who shouldn’t do Because they were not part of The government to be started up. It was rather Alice In Wonderland, The fuzzy details of their whole plan. Certain things were carved in stone. Some should go back to an age of stone And forever leave the real people alone. Because they’d shout out now and then That this world was meant for white men To run and control and own. Nothing tribal. They said it was written in their Bible Which was obvious they never really read Or they would know what it really said About helping the poor, the halt and lame. They went on doing harm in the name Of the King of Passion and Rescue Saying that was the wrong thing to do. They insisted they could do what pleases And it should have nothing to do with Jesus. It’s all about who is rich and who is not And who doesn’t need what they have got: All the good land and the mineral rights. The rest can just stay up nights working Two jobs, maybe three, they didn’t care. Those pundits had to start somewhere. Let those dishwashers and caddies Go get their own filthy rich daddies To leave them accounts full of millions So they could hire undocumented millions To build their dynasties of marble and gold. Really, folks. This story never gets old.
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
TWENTY FIRST CENTURY G.O.P.
It was a scam, a sham The flimmiest of flams There was more pork there Than a Christmas ham. It’s nothing but a racket Stuff it all into a big packet And put into a time capture Leave it until the rapture Where it can’t hurt anybody Then, fix yourself a hot toddy And laugh about how shoddy Future folks will think we are. They won’t be wrong by far. They’ll marvel at how many Candidates worth a penny, Or less, showed up to run Like the whole thing was fun And better than a TV show. How could they tumble for Not that good of a governor Didn’t know what lips are for Or what to say on the floor Yet some wanted her to run? What fun the press had with Filling up the internet bandwidth With screeching permutations Of tired old KKK reiterations Of the wonderful Aryan nation The South advocated before We had us a big-ass ugly war. It’s like they didn’t know they lost And were prepared to pay the cost To do it all over again, not just men But women too, who shouldn’t do Because they were not part of The government to be started up. It was rather Alice In Wonderland, The fuzzy details of their whole plan. Certain things were carved in stone. Some should go back to an age of stone And forever leave the real people alone. Because they’d shout out now and then That this world was meant for white men To run and control and own. Nothing tribal. They said it was written in their Bible Which was obvious they never really read Or they would know what it really said About helping the poor, the halt and lame. They went on doing harm in the name Of the King of Passion and Rescue Saying that was the wrong thing to do. They insisted they could do what pleases And it should have nothing to do with Jesus. It’s all about who is rich and who is not And who doesn’t need what they have got: All the good land and the mineral rights. The rest can just stay up nights working Two jobs, maybe three, they didn’t care. Those pundits had to start somewhere. Let those dishwashers and caddies Go get their own filthy rich daddies To leave them accounts full of millions So they could hire undocumented millions To build their dynasties of marble and gold. Really, folks. This story never gets old.
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Bullets have no feelings No use in kneeling Nobody cares that matters. They never count The bones that shatter, The blood that splatters The lives they ruin. They don’t know what they’re doing. They’re thinking with their wallets. Lining their overstuffed pockets, They reward their own efforts Then get together and do the same For others with too much fame And too little conscience; No pity to share, They don’t care. We are not there To them. Their anthem Is gouge, overcharge Fill up a barge with gold. This graft never grows old When you are on the receiving end. Millions to donate? You are a friend. No riches to date? You are forgotten, A loser, a user, misbegotten And no concern of those With a spoon in their nose And riches to spend On a war that never ends And makes them more and more. And secret bank accounts don’t score With the IRS or with the detectives; As long as our county is defective They will continue to win. Again and again. If you object to this You need to at least kiss The ***** of some politicians Who won’t see their petitions Ignored, as always before When someone denounced The smallest ounce Of corruption and payoffs Paid to overpaid jerkoffs Who are turning our leadership Into a high-priced sinking ship Of fools and criminals Claiming to be intellectuals When really they are crooks Cooking the books. Again and again. And we never win.
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
BULLETS HAVE NO FEELINGS
There may be a heaven And maybe a hell But there is one thing I know **** well; There are devils around And they do their worst To put the working man Into a poor man’s hearse. They hate poor people And kiss the royal *** Of those who they think Represents real class. And real class to devils Is money beyond belief So they side with the creeps That hate welfare and relief. They know what they are doing And they do it every time. They gleefully participate In global-scale crime. They pump up bank accounts Of the obscenely rich And call the working a man A loser sonofabitch. They buy the politicians, Who are devils themselves, And push helpful programs Onto a dusty back shelf. If it doesn’t make money For the greedy one percent Then any such bill proposed On the floor is never even sent. So, I do believe in Devils Not so much of the rest of the book. If you don’t believe in Devils Turn around and take a good look.
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
DEVILS
I have a wish Though it seems unlikely Hey Liley, Liley, Lo. Arresting the GOP Going on nightly, Hey Liley, Liley, Lo. It’s a lovely dream It can’t start to early Pick them up By their short and culies. I don’t know, But I’ve been told Republican pockets Are stuffed with gold! Sound off! One two. Sound off! Three, four! Kick their butts out, One, two, THREE, FOUR! Hey Liley, Liley, Liley They are most likely ****** Living the life of Riley Don’t go to dollar stores. Most likely smiling slyly They want to win again. Hey Liley, Lilely, Liley Finish off the working man. I don’t know, If you have heard. The GOP are Great big turds. Sound off! One two. Sound off! Three, four! Send them back home! One, two, THREE, FOUR!
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
CAMP SONG