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… and the Sanhedrin cried out loudest, Free Barabbas. Ergo, The Republic got nailed.
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
Barabbas
I won't come up short again, Falling for clichés and praise, Not now nor till the end of days. I will not roll my weary eyes, Shut ringing ears to truth-based lies; Click my tongue or act surprised, To the shenanigans of home-grown spies. I will not throw up my hands, But step close to the deathbed rant, And hear the confessions Of the Select's election; The psalms of prophets Who turned sour, Who get ****** for their greed for power.      *I am he for whom you search,       my manicure suits the crown.       I'm not worthy for such honour,       To be a prince or harlequin clown.       You'll pardon me,        If I misspoke,        But you missed the punchline:        I'm the joke*.
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Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
The Punchline
The collective elective Threw a bag of human waste On the White House steps, Torched it, And stuck around to watch it burn Live, On TV.
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Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
Trick or Treat
Charles didn't heed the Puritans He was God's appointed, Anointed and empowered. He tumbled from above, Down through the law, Lost his head. Nicholas was placed in the basement crypt, A cult-like condemnation; So they stood him against the wall, He listed to his Monk, His reasoning debunked, So they shot the anointed one On his golden throne. Benito was above the law, High on meat hooks. Could we dare to look? If you were lucky, If you were tied to a stake, And the ******* ignited, Someone dear would tie a bag Of gunpowder around your neck. Why let the crows pick out his eyes, Make golden nests from his hair. End the torture. Pull the life-line. Sever the head from the body politic. It is the righteous thing to do; It is the civil thing to do In pensive state. Rise up from your ashes. It is the kindest cut of all.
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
The Kindest Cut of All
We're in thrall. Where's your wall? You dump truck... You fumb duck... You other mother... You worse than senseless thing.
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
In Thrall