#democrat
I wrote a poem
Beautiful and short
Which said all I needed to say
I put it in a bottle
And set a rag on fire
And threw my little poem your way
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
Sometimes I get quite baffled, no really, I get confused
like what’s a magnetometer and for what would it be used?
But one thing really beats me, and I can’t quite understand
It’s you, the US people, who live in that great land.
You’re a democratic nation, you chose your President
But you once lost your senses and I don’t know where they went.
You voted in as PONTUS several years ago
A man who treated leading, like another TV show.
A joker and an idiot, a clown, a **** a schlump
A man as vile as man can be, a man called Donald Trump.
A laughingstock he soon became, an embarrassment to most
"I’m better now than Lincoln," he began to boast.
But soon he started seeing his time was running out
No grace for him when leaving, no he would scream and shout.
The last he left his country wasn’t wishes of goodwill
Oh no for he encouraged an attack upon the hill.
And for all us mere mortals we can buy his trading cards
Dressed up in many costumes he’s gone the whole nine yards,
Now I can’t say Republicans or Democrats are best
But please don’t vote a ***** as the leader of the West.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
i saw the flag hang limp in the sweat-burned air
the president mumbled through a teleprompter
while the rich ******** clinked their rosé glasses
and the homeless guy outside CVS whispered “revolution.”
i walked through a walmart cathedral of neon death
fluorescent lights buzzed like dying bees.
a woman cried in the diaper aisle,
not enough left on the EBT
and the checkout kid had eyes like war.
everyone’s got a gun now or wants one.
fear is sold in bulk, 2-for-1.
but joy?
joy costs everything you got
plus shipping.
billboards scream GOD LOVES YOU
but only if you vote the right way
& keep your ****** polite
& don’t kneel too long
unless it’s in church or to capitalism.
trump’s face still floats like a blimp in the sky
bloated with lies, smiling like rot
and no one’s coming to save us.
they’re too busy selling hats,
too busy building walls out of fear
america, you jazz-blasted ghost,
you cigarette-burned lover of a dream.
i still drive your highways like rosary beads
but now they lead to nowhere;
just strip malls, gun shops, & graves.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 1:47 PM UTC
Piece by piece they're pulling us apart
As Time rips, controversy shreds
As they pull us to our separate oceans
We fight each other again
He won't listen to me speak
They won't let me in this room
The world won't even look at me
For I wear the color blue
He who shares my same last name
She who shares my blood
Shun me because I won't wear red
Wish to cut out my tounge
Society as it's walls grow taller
Pray on friendships demise
Watch it's families break apart
Silence neutral cries
Feed us only our own view point
Teach us to hate the other
Those in power who smile big
As intellectuals shudder
Break us down person by person
Teach us through AI
Bright red armed with insults
My faded blues cry
I don't hate you because you have opinions
Don't hate the red blue or even green
I respect you because you're a person
Why can't you do the same for me
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
A coronation, watched by our entire great nation,
Some with trepidation, others boisterous jubilation.
Trump feted, his fawning family silhouetted,
Basking in his light, his confidence and might.
This Grand Old Party, it's followers vociferous and hearty,
Anointing their chosen man, to rule their ever-growing clan;
No harm to love a cause, giving thought and sometimes pause,
To what this passion brings, the words the siren sings.
Whereas strong leadership is good, it can be tainted just like food,
For democracy renounced, cannot then easily be found.
Let’s be careful what we wish, lest it be a poisoned dish,
Our founders crafted choice, beyond just
one resounding voice;
Autocracy is not a word, that in our Lexicon is heard,
We must vigilance ensure, for our country's story to endure.
Unity the dream, but like salmon in a raging stream,
Needs fortitude and grit, knowing when to fight and for the greater good, submit.
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
I will very very probably do it again
Anyone who knows me and has a brain
Can see that Biden's old and lame
Now's the time to reignite my reign.
MAGA folks love me and want me back
They need our country set on track
For what I have all others lack
Of running stuff they know sweet jack.
As to DeSantimonius, Short Pants Pence and Chippy Cheney
That they'll burn out I'll wage you money
I'm the one that's smart and funny
My golden touch makes all things sunny.
So once these midterms are sown up
I'll squeeze lame Joe just like a bug
Show the world that he's a dud
For I’m the man, I know it in my gut.
Nov 7, 2022
Nov 7, 2022 at 11:36 AM UTC
Is it really that black and white?
To choose a side,
is it red or blue?
Whats true for me,
or whats "best" for you?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Burned to dust in California.
Drowned to death in Lousiana.
Blown away in the Central states.
We are left with heartbreak,
and rage....
We reap what we sow,
isnt that what they say?
Is this why Violets lie in my wake?
So where have all the flowers gone?
Raise your eyes and see,
count our stars.
Love is free.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
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 ****
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
i want to be a...
republican because i am a
democrat.
i want to be a democrat
because i am a republican.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
Donkey or elephant?
Rich, middle class, or poor?
Red or blue?
They have us all confused, all duped.
It’s a game of sides, an endless pursuit.
So we begin to hate, one another,
Begin to rate, one another,
Like our worth depends on contempt,
Not resisting the tempt.
But brothers and sisters,
Isn’t this one nation?
Lost our patience,
All things decided by rich white misters.
Because we argue over things that take forever to be voted in,
And ignore the world’s greatest sins.
Because while we argue for feats,
People starve on the streets.
I’m acting my own self, that paper out of range,
Because I can show my fellow human love before my ballot makes a change.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
as she
is great
and essentially
pink but
bristles her
tears in
white that
social reform
with brother
in arms
whether or
not manifesto
is establishment
in flux
that detox
is the
grabber's phone
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
you can't shake hands and greet people with a smile through a wall.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
Blue skies and apple pies
Football games and guns to aim
40 hours of work and fireworks
Heteronormativity and conformity
White tranquility in the midst of police brutality
White terrorism claiming nationalism
What is the American Dream?
Shutdowns and cages and riches for ages
Fascism raises from hateful rampages
Families taken away from their own
These are a few of Trump's favorite things.
What is the American dream?
A flag always at half-mast
In preparation for the next mass shooting
Killing the poor with a minimum wage
That can't even afford rent
Mocking the people we stole this land from.
America the land of the free
Construct of the patriarchy
Thousands of dollars in medical bills
Treating our oceans like landfills.
Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light
A country so broken the end is in sight.
Capitalistic ideals that possess the rich
Destroying the poor as we're thrown in a ditch
Together we must rise above
And show Trump's cult what we're made of.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
No sacred book,
Or talisman,
No prayer,
Or synagogue
Or mosque,
Can ever change this truth,
Ancient and antiquated:
When two are in love,
No matter the gender,
Culture,
Or identity,
The earth moves in wonder;
The mountains bow down in awe.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
There was a reason I unfriended you in November of 2016, but my heart won't let the rest of my body do what your president does so well like hate, discriminate, let ignorance drive. with the click of this accept I am far from forgiving who you choose to align yourself with. I just do what people of your party does so well like forget. like, forget the humans has rights no matter what shade of skin you are, or where your place of birth is. I'll just forget the all lives matter posts to my black lives matter post. I'll just forget........
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
as she's
been ****
yet shy
still desirous
in love
with a
ring round
her heart
she made
cute to
grip her
fudge a
darling guy
she'd met
the wonk
of matters
Nellie Bly
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
Dear Self,
For you it is November 9th, 2016. Despite all odds, Donald Trump is president. Mike Pence, governor of your home state of Indiana, is his VP.
You are 17 right now. You were born into a world run by George W. Bush. You spent your whole childhood hearing your parents yelling at the tv, angry at the Texas governor in the White House.
You grew up in Obamanation. You saw months of “YES WE CAN” and “CHANGE” stickers going up, and a magnet your family still has get put onto your refrigerator. You heard your mother’s sigh of relief when Barack Obama was announced the 44th president. That was half your lifetime ago.
You spent the last year following the campaigns. You were not surprised by Hillary Clinton running again. You “felt the Bern” of the somewhat radical Independent candidate previously unknown to you, Bernie Sanders. You laughed off the wild reality tv star Donald Trump’s campaign.
Months went by. Bernie and Hillary were fighting hard leading up to the primaries. Republicans slowly started to drop out. Big names like Jeb Bush, Mike Huckabee, and Chris Christie left the race. Bernie didn’t do good enough in the primaries, which was upsetting to most of your friends, your older brother, and your mom, who all voted for him. Ted Cruz fell off, defeated, in May.
It was down to Hillary and Trump.
You followed the comments made at their rallies. On their social media. You heard a lecture about the election from Josh Gillin of Politifact at Indiana University over the summer. You won an award for an opinion piece you wrote on Trump. As the election day grew closer, you watched every presidential debate. You analyzed them in class.
Last night, you stayed up until 4 A.M. to see the results of this election. You sat through excruciatingly slow interviews, political analysis, and different predictions. You couldn’t turn away from the blue and red maps, the aggressively American backgrounds, the anxious masses.
The tired tv hosts were right, it was a nail-biter.
As Trump gave his victory speech, you wept.
You wept for the months you spent wishing this wouldn’t happen. You wept for the 1920’s suffragettes, for the descendents of MLK and Cesar Chavez, for the Orlando victims. You wept for me. The people I joined. The people who will join me.
I am dead.
You learned in your final moments that homophobes look like normal people. They are not all rednecks with beer guts wearing ten-gallon hats. They are more elusive than that. They can be dressed smart. They can have friendly voices. Familiar names and faces.
A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend killed you. Someone you live near. You might have passed them in a car. In the mall. In the school hallways. It was someone that people you knew, knew. You probably could’ve gotten their Twitter handle if you had heard their name before.
You were killed in a city that VP Pence had once stood in.
People tried to learn about your killer. Were they someone you knew? Someone who just went crazy? Someone who couldn’t handle who you held hands with?
You were too young, the local news anchors said. Your school administration said. Your mom said.
Mike Pence didn’t say anything at all.
Your friends didn’t say much. They cried. They withdrew. They wore baggier clothes. They bought switchblades. They washed ***** and “ladyboy” off of your tombstone. They wondered about joining you, voluntarily and not.
The school newspaper’s headline: DEAD AT 17.
No one thought it would happen to you, except you. You stayed up late at night, imagining your funeral. The first thing you did in the morning was practice for your wake. Every time you left your house, you were a dead man walking.
No one believed this more than you did.
The news anchors said it was just one of a string of murders. People said it was an isolated incident. Your friends said it was a hate crime. Your mom said it was the worst thing that ever happened to her.
There was no question that you were gone, even when they found you- chest jumping. There was only one thing to wonder: who was next?
Not an if, but a when.
I hope the when is never.
All my love- to you and everyone else,
Yourself
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
I thought I would be raising a glass to freedom.
But my counterparts didn't know that history had its eyes on us.
The choices seemed apparent,
Yet, we have been left bewildered and scrambling -
Wondering whether we did all we can.
My glass is raised to freedom -
The end of freedom.
History has repeated itself.
The beginning of the end.
And thunderous applause filled the amphitheater.
Those that have felt wronged have decided the fates of those that have had no wrong doing.
Two exes.
One overwhelming Y...
It's ineffable.
We may weep and mourn today.
We may weep and mourn tomorrow.
We may be frozen in the moment -
But our legacy isn't etched in stone.
It can be changed by us all if we choose..
These sleepless nights will wear us down.
The disrupted R.E.M. may disrupt our rest.
But we must only rest until we are capable to go on.
And when we move, we will move as a force of love.
Love will oust the darkness that has descended upon us.
Love will out.
Truth will out.
We will endure the worst and rise.
And then we will raise a glass to freedom.
We will raise a glass to all.
We will raise a glass and drink to the revolution-
The revolution that will be a beacon of light for those that need it most.
In a sea of red we will be the silver lining
In a sea of red we will be the light.
We will call those home.
We will call to those that need us most.
We will be united against the fear.
We will rise and rise and rise.
We will rise until lambs become lions.
We will overcome.
We will show them that we cannot be killed or swept aside.
We will rise up.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
What if I were president? What party, what values would I hold?
If I were president would I be humble, honest, and bold?
When I talk about greater justice for immigrants, I'm a Democrat.
When I speak out against abortion, I'm a Republican.
When I talk about racism and racial inequality, I'm a Democrat.
When I mention small, localized government, I'm a Republican.
When I support the common good and solidarity, I'm a Democrat
When I say the family should be strengthened, I'm a Republican.
When I speak up against the death penalty, I'm a Democrat.
When I refuse to fund contraception, I'm a Republican.
So, where does this leave me? You have to pick right?
Well in some ways I'm both, and in some ways neither.
You see, if I pick Democrat I'm going against my Republican values
And the same is true of my Democrat values if i decide Republican.
If I were the president I'd work for peace, love, truth, understanding
I would work to build bridges between the peoples and the nations
Walls and fences do not, the best neighbors, make.
I won't convince you with anything I say, but if I do my best to live and
To reflect love, to give hope, to find joy maybe you'll want it too
To lift up the lowly, help others help themselves, to forgive and to love
That's some of what I hope to do.
In truth, I'm a member of an institution that teaches that freedom is when a person no longer acts under the influence of someone else. An institution that encourages free will and free thought. An institution that doesn't fit inside a man-made box.
This is being true to myself, this is who I am.
I'm Catholic
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
It doesn't matter to a bird
If it has one broken wing
Or two
It still can't fly
Either way,
Whether it's
a broken left-wing
Or, a broken right-wing
It still can't fly.
It doesn't matter to a bird
If there is a migration
On the horizon
It still can't fly
It doesn't matter to a bird
Whether it's a broken
Left wing
Or a broken
Right wing
The bird
will surely,
die.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
"From the tip of my tongue a New World, in the palm of my hand it sits,"
"...and the fruits are found in my pocket, as I consume ever-more of it!"
"I am the conservative Republican; I am the progressive Liber-al,"
"For I am both sides of his will -man’s mind the master of it all!"
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
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!
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC