#uspolitics
They flip like flapjacks,
Sizzlin' on heat;
They flip like a light switch,
*The rats,
The finks,
The stools,
The snitches.*
How many will get told tonight:
***Y'll sleep wi da fisches.
That'll school you alright.***.
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
Giddy-up to Goofey-land,
Saddle up the pachyderms;
Ain't Florida grand.
They click and cluck
Don't give a ****
They kiss... kiss...kissing
And yet they're missing
The white hat way of life.
They know squat,
And that ain't a lot,
As they ride off
In all directions.
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 11:42 AM UTC
Everyday drooling drones awaken
To a nation overtaken
By souls in stupor so mistaken
That the universe in space has shaken.
Dripping in sulfurous stench
Emerging men and women clench
Their nails into the typed trench
Climbing with the worded wrench.
Swirls of sullied slime and snot
Drooping down from Tyrant's lot
Unfurl as if we all forgot
Our Fathers' flames under the ***
While high at an ungodly seat
Tyrant twitches from his feat.
Below the witches herd the heat
Into the house of white discrete.
Unmask the mighty majesty,
His hideous atrocity.
Yank yank, courageous cavalry,
For rebirth of humanity!
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
There's a Revolution coming,
The boots are on the streets;
It's calling from the graves,
We're stirring from our sleep.
There's a hunger in the eyes;
The troops are on their feet.
The revolutions's coming
And the enemy's in retreat.
The mob appeal
Is running lights,
Towered minions
Join the fight
To rein in one percent
From their ***** heights.
Desks in towers,
Facades of power,
Will tumble to defeat.
The gravity of greed
Will drag them through the streets.
The bell at four
Will sound no more;
The chorus chants
For a holy war,
For salvation,
Then, for some more.
There's a revolution
On the way,
We'll re-write the laws,
We'll line up the Romanovs,
And shake down all the Shahs.
There's a revolution coming
And it's coming
With just cause.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
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.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
The White House is an inverse reflection
Of the matter/anti-matter chamber:
It's Not, The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
No. It's, The needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many.
What matters matters.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
Donald has a comb-over,
****** a funny moustache;
Hair Donald?
Heil ******
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 6:49 AM UTC
It's finally come to this...
"I just don't get it!"
Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 7:35 PM UTC
Will the Jenga House collapse
If we remove the Judicial block?
Will the foundation hold the roof
If we remove the Legislative block?
Remove the Executive block(head),
Place it in the bunker, for reference,
And let the House rise up.
Rise up!
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
I am a plant in a garden that claims to nurture everyone.
Its soil is warm and inviting, until there’s a plant deemed
invasive
exotic
or hard to maintain.
There are some gardeners who preach acceptance and love,
yet water only the beds of flowers that are
white, blond, and the color of a spray tan.
They spray pepper-scented death across plants with full rights to be there.
How many times do roots have to be destroyed before they stop reaching out?
How many lives must be ended before we give up
because
the only way to survive
is
white, blond, and the color of a spray tan?
These gardeners rip out roots,
destroy newly formed connections,
and block the sunlight from anything they deem
out
of
place.
No flower is beautiful unless it is
white, blond, and the color of a spray tan.
Add a few preservatives,
a splash of artificial coloring,
and only then are we deemed
worthy.
White, blond, and the color of a spray tan.
When will these color-blind gardeners learn
that there is not just black and white,
But so many shades of brown?
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC