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#politician
She says I’m a pessimist,
 After telling me she admires my confidence.
 That I’m most likely to win a Nobel Prize,
 or become a politician. But I’d much rather be a voice for society — try to build a place where everyone can be whoever they wish to be,
 where we don’t just talk, but get it done. You think I’m being pessimistic, 
hearing those words escape my lips? 
I think I’m an idealist — 
it’s just that this world isn’t. I’m not confident — never have been.
 I’ve written enough stories about evil and sin
 to realise I still have things to say,
 and that using my voice is okay. About the prize—we shall see, All I can promise Is to be the best I can be.
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Idealist
A smile that postered peace has cracks… Cracks that were covered that start to appear in times of great test, revealing its uncertainty, vulnerability, venom towards the thing that makes it fear… The smile is a signature of submission A stamp of insecurity Because to feel one must think, not temporarily fix, And to truly fix, one must insist on feeling - everything… A smile full of love, wisdom and youth never fails, but is thrown; blasted by veiled vast-disappointments, so that the face that holds it moistens with incredulity… But a smile that has no truth - When it starts to fray; stiffens easily - turns anodyne, bitter, frozen… Until the corpse behind that smile becomes clearer - and dictates death with no mirror… But beware… you can turn away all mirrors Yet in the darkness they will linger, slither, shimmer, hunt you down… There’s no escaping from the silent screams in your head, and eventually this realm of darkness will fully consume you - if you choose to take this path of lies, safety, silk teeth…etiquette… wrong rest.
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
A smile that postered peace
For every viral gun death - a poem… For every slither of hope for a beautiful family or person - a surge in funds for them… For every ****** golden lie by politicians - The fine fresh summer’s morning that makes their stomach turn… For every company complicit in this torture, trying to keep us and them numb - You can’t survive this - and neither can your conscience, whether you know it or not yet… The whole thing will crumble like dried, ****** bubblegum - and art will be watching, like it always does…
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:35 AM UTC
For every money gun
_In the heart of a bustling land so grand, Where the sun kisses the earth with a golden hand, Lies a shadow, deep and wide, Corruption sleeps, in every mind it hides. From the whispers in the market’s hum, To the corridors where power’s drum, Beats a rhythm, slow and sly, A promise broken, a silent cry. Dreams of justice, pure and bright, Fade to gray in the dead of night, For in the minds where hope should bloom, Corruption weaves its silent loom. Yet in the hearts of the brave and true, A spark ignites, a vision new, To cleanse the land, to break the chain, And let integrity reign again. So rise, oh people, with voices clear, Let not corruption breed in fear, For in unity, our strength we find, To banish the shadows from every mind. In the dawn of a new day’s light, Where dreams take flight, and hearts unite, Let honesty and truth be our guide, To cleanse the shadows where corruption hides_
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Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 2:07 AM UTC
Corruption sleeps in the Heart of Green-White-Green
A human being needs to be educated In order to make the world a better place An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits Banning or ending the department of Education Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies Most pathological liars are hardened criminals A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation. Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
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Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
Abolishing The Department Of Education
The title of this poem is from an unknown wise man Who said: ‘Today I voted, I did not vote for a person’ I love his honest and serious words. I love his wisdom And I’m unequivocally proud to quote him This genuine gentleman truly inspires me His heartfelt message touches me deeply Like him, yesterday, I voted for life and the future I voted for equality and Mother Nature I voted for values and decency I voted for respect and dignity I voted for fairness and equal opportunity I voted for the rules of law and sanity I voted for comprehension and transparency I voted for a healthy and better economy I voted for the truth and Social Security I voted for money for the children and the elderly I voted for safety and security I voted for principles and a cease fire everywhere I voted for over here and over there I voted for tolerance and acceptance I voted for harmony and common sense I voted for patriotism and the Constitution I voted for justice and reason I voted for hope and chance for all I voted for humanity to walk tall I voted for compassion and love I voted for the Spirit above I voted for morality and peace Everywhere, especially in the Middle East And I voted against countless other things As the lion roars, the rooster crows and sings And the bell rings I voted against disrespect and immortality I voted against chaos and insanity I voted against violence and poverty I voted against bombing and killing babies I voted against baseless rumors and disease I voted against lies and dehumanization I voted against hatred and discrimination I voted against bias and repression I voted against corruption and exclusion I voted against deceit and exploitation I voted against prejudice and marginalization I voted against contempt and humiliation I voted against betrayal and treason I voted against fascism and racism I voted against injustice and nepotism I voted against police state and dictatorship I voted against misery and hardship Yesterday, I also voted for love, not hate Yes, indeed, I voted for love, not hate I did not vote for a person I did not vote for a felon Please hurry to vote, it’s not too late Tuesday November 5th is around the corner Make America friendlier and better Thank you for the inspiration I don’t know the identity of this wise man. P.S. This poem is dedicated to this anonymous wise man And to all the readers. Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
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Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:44 AM UTC
Today, I voted, I Did Not Vote For A Person
The title of this poem is from an unknown wise man Who said: ‘Today I voted, I did not vote for a person’ I love his honest and serious words. I love his wisdom And I’m unequivocally proud to quote him This genuine gentleman truly inspires me His heartfelt message touches me deeply Like him, yesterday, I voted for life and the future I voted for equality and Mother Nature I voted for values and decency I voted for respect and dignity I voted for fairness and equal opportunity I voted for the rules of law and sanity I voted for comprehension and transparency I voted for a healthy and better economy I voted for the truth and Social Security I voted for money for the children and the elderly I voted for safety and security I voted for principles and a cease fire everywhere I voted for over here and over there I voted for tolerance and acceptance I voted for harmony and common sense I voted for patriotism and the Constitution I voted for justice and reason I voted for hope and chance for all I voted for humanity to walk tall I voted for compassion and love I voted for the Spirit above I voted for morality and peace Everywhere, especially in the Middle East And I voted against countless other things As the lion roars, the rooster crows and sings And the bell rings I voted against disrespect and immortality I voted against chaos and insanity I voted against violence and poverty I voted against bombing and killing babies I voted against baseless rumors and disease I voted against lies and dehumanization I voted against hatred and discrimination I voted against bias and repression I voted against corruption and exclusion I voted against deceit and exploitation I voted against prejudice and marginalization I voted against contempt and humiliation I voted against betrayal and treason I voted against fascism and racism I voted against injustice and nepotism I voted against police state and dictatorship I voted against misery and hardship Yesterday, I also voted for love, not hate Yes, indeed, I voted for love, not hate I did not vote for a person I did not vote for a felon Please hurry to vote, it’s not too late Tuesday November 5th is around the corner Make America friendlier and better Thank you for the inspiration I don’t know the identity of this wise man. P.S. This poem is dedicated to this anonymous wise man And to all the readers. Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
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I have no idea what I'm doin', I put my foot in the race but definitely not a shoe in to win I've heard gettin' to the end and then dyin' is now, somehow, considered a win But I guess only if you pick and stick with the correct doctrine of religion and only abide by their sin Who's got it right then? We'll probably never know, not because the truth is hidden or missin' but because there's far to many cooks in the kitchen And yes, that's pretty bleak but if true you're gonna have to explain it better then cause I can't seem to comprehend What it seems to me to be is I'm in way over my head so it's gone over my head, I followed a liaison when I should have led You said this is the land of the free but how can that be when most our time breathin' is contractually given' Sometimes it's even been forcibly taken by some giant corporation backing a corrupt politician You find yourself, either figuratively or physically, buildin' your very own coffin And unbeknownst to you it's a Trojan horse disguised as detailed preparation to ***** out precaution There will be a moment when they move on and you're no longer a part of the equation We never really were starting from way back when, born into a lifetime ban from their utopian creation We have never been given adequate time for livin'. Why is this acceptable and deemed okay to begin with even? Why are more of you not seethin' mad? This would most definitely be a justifiable reason. But we're just keepin' it goin' like this day after day, season after season Just a cog in the machine till the day our vital signs begin to weaken and your heart stops beatin Can't feel the pulse we're seekin', no animated heart blinkin' in the corner of the screen, that's when reality sets in When the life line on the heart monitor stops peekin', and triggers the flat line death siren Then through all the cryin' you hear someone attemptin' to comfort someone else by sayin' "Who could have possibly predicted this mess we're in?" Uhhhhh, me, I can. I could have told you what's about to happen, where it's comin' from and when Matter of fact I did put out a warnin' but you said I was just a mad man ramblin' on 'bout nothin' But I know it to be truth so I'll bet it all, my life's a risky buy in but I'm all in In a moment of heated confrontation always beware the calm man smilin', tryin' to ignore the situation around him while thinkin' "What's one more murderous sin?" A question type justification got you askin' while knowin' you're in to deep to ever come out again as the same person The devil in my eyes got 'em peralized with fear, stone cold frozen Got others quakin' in their boots, Michael J Fox type shakin', twitchin' like pan fried bacon Got you sweatin' and fidgetin' so go get your spinner to hold your attention or at the very least be a distraction Grown-ups are takin' so get to walkin', take your childish ways elsewhere before it's a problem Okay, where was I? ....operator sound we're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again* ©2020
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
~•§•~ A Simple Cog ~•§•~
I have no idea what I'm doin', I put my foot in the race but definitely not a shoe in to win I've heard gettin' to the end and then dyin' is now, somehow, considered a win But I guess only if you pick and stick with the correct doctrine of religion and only abide by their sin Who's got it right then? We'll probably never know, not because the truth is hidden or missin' but because there's far to many cooks in the kitchen And yes, that's pretty bleak but if true you're gonna have to explain it better then cause I can't seem to comprehend What it seems to me to be is I'm in way over my head so it's gone over my head, I followed a liaison when I should have led You said this is the land of the free but how can that be when most our time breathin' is contractually given' Sometimes it's even been forcibly taken by some giant corporation backing a corrupt politician You find yourself, either figuratively or physically, buildin' your very own coffin And unbeknownst to you it's a Trojan horse disguised as detailed preparation to ***** out precaution There will be a moment when they move on and you're no longer a part of the equation We never really were starting from way back when, born into a lifetime ban from their utopian creation We have never been given adequate time for livin'. Why is this acceptable and deemed okay to begin with even? Why are more of you not seethin' mad? This would most definitely be a justifiable reason. But we're just keepin' it goin' like this day after day, season after season Just a cog in the machine till the day our vital signs begin to weaken and your heart stops beatin Can't feel the pulse we're seekin', no animated heart blinkin' in the corner of the screen, that's when reality sets in When the life line on the heart monitor stops peekin', and triggers the flat line death siren Then through all the cryin' you hear someone attemptin' to comfort someone else by sayin' "Who could have possibly predicted this mess we're in?" Uhhhhh, me, I can. I could have told you what's about to happen, where it's comin' from and when Matter of fact I did put out a warnin' but you said I was just a mad man ramblin' on 'bout nothin' But I know it to be truth so I'll bet it all, my life's a risky buy in but I'm all in In a moment of heated confrontation always beware the calm man smilin', tryin' to ignore the situation around him while thinkin' "What's one more murderous sin?" A question type justification got you askin' while knowin' you're in to deep to ever come out again as the same person The devil in my eyes got 'em peralized with fear, stone cold frozen Got others quakin' in their boots, Michael J Fox type shakin', twitchin' like pan fried bacon Got you sweatin' and fidgetin' so go get your spinner to hold your attention or at the very least be a distraction Grown-ups are takin' so get to walkin', take your childish ways elsewhere before it's a problem Okay, where was I? ....operator sound we're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again* ©2020
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Simple squamous epithelium That lines the frothing orifice Of politicians and wine-soaked braggarts Cytoplasm That flows equally In justice and infectious regurge Genes That transplant the ghastly Pale-light abscess of custom-made drivel God, Ph.D., you too?
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Oct 4, 2022
Oct 4, 2022 at 1:03 PM UTC
Abscess
Bloated belly, swollen cheeks, and a sunken stiff neck on robust torso. Yet well fitted in flowing apparels; falling and being raised frequently from side to side. Obscene opulence is your delight, your prestige and your pride; amassed unlawfully by the pen, ever wet for your deception and thievery. The flight of your spoils of office enlarge the shopping Malls and treasure houses of the Occident, leaving your covetous people deprived of earning power. To arms they take at boredom's peak, whilst your virgins and maidens go a-whoring. Still, you in your sinister acts of re-election, widen their capacity for Evil, just to have your sit-tight bid guaranteed you.
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Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 3:36 PM UTC
The Nigerian Politician
I voted for him when he ran for President of the United States. Sadly, he died on December the 5th at the age of ninety-eight. Bob Dole fought and nearly died during the second World War. If it hadn't been for men like him, we wouldn't have freedom anymore. When it came time for him to fight for the United States, Dole willingly fought. But when it was time for Bill Clinton to serve his country in Vietnam, he did not. Bon Dole fought for his country and was even paralyzed. When Clinton beat him in the 1996 election, I was surprised. Dole was a Senator and in 1976, he was Gerald Ford's running mate. He was a great man and he left this world at the age of ninety-eight.
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Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
The Late Bob Dole
Sorry said the merry man, adjacent on his way, I've gone and ticked you off while I've been out tramping today And in my careless frolic I seem to have stole your heart What brutal lust you blow towards me, gushing like a **** But I'm not la-da-dee-da-dee, a manly bearded sprite Jingle though my stirrups do like dormice held too tight I'm a serious enterprise, a man deeply invested In stacking stocks and picking prices, if you're interested? She danced reluctantly to him, unnatured to the rhythm But with a wink she start'd to slink and jim-jam along with him The two then picked their sandals up and shuffled down the street And drank and laughed amerrily at all they chanced to meet To the bank they wandered, legislating they did go In government, in finance, in high station to and fro Each day they yawned and gargled on a fresh new tonic smell And went on down the street to make a fresh mismanaged hell Soon agiggling and adultering they fell down in a mess Holes and tears ashaming his and her once modest dress There they lay and blocked the road till bobby picked them up And once they'd laughed their fill of him they bribed the greasy pup He took them to the city square and let them borrow his hat They gave out fines and sentences for being thin or fat They stood on boxes, had ideas for rent for half a pence And sat gracefully cross-eyed on the splintering picket fence Then donned a mitre, did a dance, their pageantry displayed, They became gods, just for a laugh, the vicarage dismayed When down from heaven lightning bolts, shot with a holy hum Came buzzing like a hornets' nest and shocked them on the *** A **** of smoke, a whiff of cheese, the townsfolk breathed release Gone at last those terrors past, they could return to peace Then up from high a saintly sigh two angels billowed down Golden halos greasy and no pants beneath their gown The townsfolk wept and cried aloud, their stomachs plopped and churned To see the pair of villains there, so gracefully returned Blessed be the kingmakers the two of them agreed Until next weekend, Duw my dear, and until then, God's speed.
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
God's Speed
Sorry said the merry man, adjacent on his way, I've gone and ticked you off while I've been out tramping today And in my careless frolic I seem to have stole your heart What brutal lust you blow towards me, gushing like a **** But I'm not la-da-dee-da-dee, a manly bearded sprite Jingle though my stirrups do like dormice held too tight I'm a serious enterprise, a man deeply invested In stacking stocks and picking prices, if you're interested? She danced reluctantly to him, unnatured to the rhythm But with a wink she start'd to slink and jim-jam along with him The two then picked their sandals up and shuffled down the street And drank and laughed amerrily at all they chanced to meet To the bank they wandered, legislating they did go In government, in finance, in high station to and fro Each day they yawned and gargled on a fresh new tonic smell And went on down the street to make a fresh mismanaged hell Soon agiggling and adultering they fell down in a mess Holes and tears ashaming his and her once modest dress There they lay and blocked the road till bobby picked them up And once they'd laughed their fill of him they bribed the greasy pup He took them to the city square and let them borrow his hat They gave out fines and sentences for being thin or fat They stood on boxes, had ideas for rent for half a pence And sat gracefully cross-eyed on the splintering picket fence Then donned a mitre, did a dance, their pageantry displayed, They became gods, just for a laugh, the vicarage dismayed When down from heaven lightning bolts, shot with a holy hum Came buzzing like a hornets' nest and shocked them on the *** A **** of smoke, a whiff of cheese, the townsfolk breathed release Gone at last those terrors past, they could return to peace Then up from high a saintly sigh two angels billowed down Golden halos greasy and no pants beneath their gown The townsfolk wept and cried aloud, their stomachs plopped and churned To see the pair of villains there, so gracefully returned Blessed be the kingmakers the two of them agreed Until next weekend, Duw my dear, and until then, God's speed.
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truth be told there's nothing to be gained from truth for why speak words that wound in place of those which soothe and what is the base utility of exposition on an existence of such futility as yours, said the politician
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Veracity
Man of greed and narrow thought whose power holds the lands. By cash alone you compel us all to follow your commands. And willingly for our own needs we see your world as true. Bought blindness to dictate our days on a course that profits you. We close our eyes to the carnage and the killing that you call right. And we pray for something better than greed and a show of might. In our hearts we know your motive and the wrongs that you do. And hope that there is some way we will not need to follow you. You do not pause to think that you could ever be in the wrong. And through your reins of power you drag us right along. I see the world rebelling as by fire nature strikes us back. With those you opposed, in the news, telling of your foolish attack. Fear of what you lose compels you to fight change at all cost. And because we do no better we will all eventually be lost. Many of us have forgotten the simple things that we were taught. Such as trust, morality and right are things that can not be bought. The world when it is sane will come to hate your very name. But by lethargy and greed the next chosen, sure to be just the same.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC
Politician
Political intellect measured at the shallow end of the pool
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
Politically insipid (10w)
* I know I'd probably get hate comment But your words cannot create torment It's just like the way people these days stare at my hair And I won't even care; as if it doesn't ring a bell You know; sometimes I wonder if it's possible for someone's brain to be paralysed That's what I feel anyway; about those who call themselves sarakites Sometimes I wonder if some youths' mind has been contaminated with the society mayhem Maybe their master has brainwashed and re-brain-feed them The so-called buharist too; makes me sick With their overhyped appraisal for a political freak they sees their master as saint; and anybody who don't support 's gotto be corrupt The whole concept of this district makes me weak It's just a different story of a blind man and his stick But this time; the white-cane controls the blind man's brain Just like the white folks controls black man's aim The sheep now controls the shepherd The goat rule over the leopard How do you expect me to praise someone who's got nothing to offer I'd rather be an orphan Than being a ripen fruit of a corrupt family tree Never a slave; I was born to live free I'm not a puppet of a political faction I can only lease fraction1/2 support of a political action Because unlike them clueless fool I am not a useless youth Who will abandon his roots and fruits And start praising some political occult I am not a political tool Who engages in spreading counterfeited news About how the president is a fascist I'm not an agent of hate-speech How can I support leaders with zero point agenda When poverty is the only completed government project When political opponents poke-nose in civil servant protest Why will I vote when I know my vote do not count Corruption, our newly designed flag Poverty is our special kind of rain Our skin covered with grey and black paints (instead of green and white paints) Pain, pain all over and over again Now; let us pray Oh Lord; please do not forsake Please intervene Do not let our country stray To the youth with lighten sane Receive brain in Almighty's name
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Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
Use less
* I know I'd probably get hate comment But your words cannot create torment It's just like the way people these days stare at my hair And I won't even care; as if it doesn't ring a bell You know; sometimes I wonder if it's possible for someone's brain to be paralysed That's what I feel anyway; about those who call themselves sarakites Sometimes I wonder if some youths' mind has been contaminated with the society mayhem Maybe their master has brainwashed and re-brain-feed them The so-called buharist too; makes me sick With their overhyped appraisal for a political freak they sees their master as saint; and anybody who don't support 's gotto be corrupt The whole concept of this district makes me weak It's just a different story of a blind man and his stick But this time; the white-cane controls the blind man's brain Just like the white folks controls black man's aim The sheep now controls the shepherd The goat rule over the leopard How do you expect me to praise someone who's got nothing to offer I'd rather be an orphan Than being a ripen fruit of a corrupt family tree Never a slave; I was born to live free I'm not a puppet of a political faction I can only lease fraction1/2 support of a political action Because unlike them clueless fool I am not a useless youth Who will abandon his roots and fruits And start praising some political occult I am not a political tool Who engages in spreading counterfeited news About how the president is a fascist I'm not an agent of hate-speech How can I support leaders with zero point agenda When poverty is the only completed government project When political opponents poke-nose in civil servant protest Why will I vote when I know my vote do not count Corruption, our newly designed flag Poverty is our special kind of rain Our skin covered with grey and black paints (instead of green and white paints) Pain, pain all over and over again Now; let us pray Oh Lord; please do not forsake Please intervene Do not let our country stray To the youth with lighten sane Receive brain in Almighty's name
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“The conflict at the moment, Is you're literally, One tweet away, From the market being down, 5 per cent.”
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Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
Of Banks and Gold Miners
Have you never told the truth Even in your untrustworthy youth? Did ever make a habit of saying what you mean? You’re the biggest fake and loser many have ever seen. When you look into the mirror, what is it you see? Can you tell how far you’ve fallen from humanity? You’re always lyin’, lyin’, lyin’! So shove it where the sun don’t shine. You make up crap so fast you can’t keep track. So much sounds like it came out of the other crack. You cheat and brazenly brag about your cheating. At the Devil’s table you needn’t worry about seating. You’ll be right there at Beelzebub’s right hand And you’ll have friends there, won’t it be grand? You’re always lyin’, lyin’, lyin’! So shove it where the sun don’t shine. The way you look and dress, and your awful voice Makes me change the channel if I have any choice. If the gym I go to has you on the cable TV I switch the gym I go to as quickly as can be. I never take kindly to liars and to bragging thieves. I hope your crimes will match the penalty you receive. You’re always lyin’, lyin’, lyin’! So shove it where the sun don’t shine. Brent Kincaid 5/20/2019
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
SHOVE IT!
So many promises made, yet the walls still crumble! He said "He is our saviour " and he has the answer to our troubles Words were spoken Untruths were told Nevertheless, all He needed was influence and riches © OLUWATOBILOBA KOLAWOLE APRIL 2019
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
THE POLITICIAN
Are you serious? You can’t make this up. Like seriously. You can’t make this stuff up! You are not even trying anymore! So that’s the guy you have chosen for sure? Audacious. Your pure arrogance endures! A tyrannosaurus. You’re kidding me. Surely you could be more subtle than that. That guy? Couldn’t find a ******* diplomat? Politician? Lying through his teeth for nothing? Jeez Louise lemon squeeze. Right into my eyes. Starting to feel the pain from all your lies. No longer Mr. Freedom and bla blaaa. More like Mr. **** off. And la la la. La la la la la la la! Can’t hear you! I’ll never trust anything you say or do. *** I know you’re only looking out for you.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
A Billion Years of Leadership
He came, Spurted a teaspoon of ***** inside her: A politician, A model, A traitor, A patriot, A teacher, nurse, doctor, An artist, a poet, a writer,............ and I, A swimming gold medallist. We all swam to reach the **** I was Y and I merged withX first, A new swimming sensation was born.
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
Champion
On November the 6th, I voted against Phil Bredesen. Yesterday, I was pleased to learn that he didn't win. I also voted against Bredesen once before. Back in 2006, when he was Tennessee's Governor. This time he was running to be Tennessee's Senator. I didn't like how he did his job when he was Governor. Now he's licking his wounds because he didn't win. Many of Tennessee's residents voted against Bredesen.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
I Voted Against Phil Bredesen Again
Surveying their realm. Secret disdain for their domain of rule looking down expecting us fools. Shackled to rules, guided by fools who use us like tools. Treat us like work mules, Bulls for entertainment These acts are shaming, we walk tamely for fames sake. Hoping to be remembered in books, so we surrender our right to fight against the blight of flawed systems that hold us tight. This keep us up at night, gnawing thought that never stops. So, we take shots and forget we the push back the ever fret- ing of our minds. Trying to find solace in our mind that the binds we wear are worth it. History is told by the victors swayed by the bandaged blisters of long repented sores. Abandoned the brotherhoods that formed, upon the shores of less peaceful times, when our place in community was assured. We steward bards and they divide us into shards to fight in petty wars added pawns to the value of their might. And at the end when we shut our eyes and embrace the night the world is left to fools, who fight and compare might and make us the debt of their plight.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
Politician
Quivering the forked tongue Spews venom merrily Shyster politician
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
Pretty-faced coward