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-on a contemporary religion: https://youtu.be/FDZmTXkwcNA

Kneel in the sun, count your money
Clutch 'm for the summer breeze
Hotter than hell is counting your money
While greenback devils grin from the trees

Let a hailstorm touch the roof's gutter
Like piano keys hit by a fool
Now you hear what you want to hear
Casino's cash machines finally deliver

Let the days disappear forever
Let the night get as dark as can be
There is a shiny silver dollar there
Beaming mercilessly at you and me
Uncle Don's team are reported to be the wealthiest US administration ever. Not really a consolation for their poor white voters who know, deep down inside, they were born for a dime only. But still hope to go up in the pyramid game once. Hey, and don't get sick, they just took healthcare away from you (4th of May, that great day).
We don't like jokes in India
Our beloved leaders are so pure
We cannot stand the slightest tainting
Their lilly-whiteness might endure

Our happy comrad may be an ape
Perhaps a rabbit, a dog or a snake,
But even if he were a crocodile
His impeccability should never be at stake

Our happy fists will help you to recall
The mercy and the strength of our leaders
Grace, wit and reason we don't need
Now go to Pakistan, you and your readers
Satirical Facebook page Humans of Hindutva closed down this week after death threats from supporters of the Hindhu nationalist movement. A sad but fitting way to close this bad year for freedom and democracy.
 Jun 2018 Andrew Guzaldo c
mjad
There are more secrets that my heart holds,
than arguments I have woken up too.
More anger and resentment rising upwards,
begging my mouth to attack you,
at every waking second I am in your presence,
than times I have muttered the words: I love you

Happy Mother's Day
We don't have a good relationship unfortunately
 Jun 2018 Andrew Guzaldo c
Lily
You have to go through the storm
Before you can see the rainbow.
Please stay and experience the rainbow with me.
Don't ever let anyone make you think
That you can't make it through the storm.
The sea is resting now
after a long day
gnawing at the edge
churning in deep hollows
ever so slowly eroding
this peaceful coast

Sand is the issue
of this marriage
sea and sky
combining to
make the land large
in its retreat

A handful of sand
to the winds
my life
to these tides
I wished you were in the mall.
Laughing at the picture on the wall,
a protector in the war,
still standing strong in the world.
Likes to stand in my way,
carrying all the weight,
but I really don't have to wait.
I am just a dreamer,
a goodie jolly drummer.
Met a dream catcher,
named madam Fletcher
Caught between the lines,
but it could just be lies.
Wishing it would be true,
that she can walk through.
For who knows them better,
she likes to lick the butter.
I wonder how she manage,
to drive into the garage,
forgot I have some manner,
just to carry the banner,
tied her head with bandage,
she just loves the adage.
She has a dog named bingo,
that like to dance the tango.
She loves to dance the jingle,
and end up in a mingle.
Please get me that funnel,
and put it in the tunnel.
Loving all the fun,
and lay under the sun.
Out in the summer,
to play in the fauna.
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