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"bernie" poems
doves drowning in the storms wicked air watch with empathy as they struggle in the thrashing tides of the rainswept sky watch as the fall from grace in the warm tears of rain bernie was waiting on doomsdays last train he kept his lunch in a sack along with the face he gonna wear when he comes up fore the good lord but what worried him was if the other fella had his ticket he would toss his coin on the hand he was dealt a good man misunderstood a simple man living a complex life contortionist of the fable she wrote her own storied life on the back of a matchbook cover after all its the flame of her heart that set ablaze many a mans inner pervert she is waiting on that last train too with a devilish certainty of her destination but she aint too worried she knows hell is just like miami in july doves nestled in the hands of time make a soft sound that stirs the heart sounds like a love affair sounds like free flight on a summer breeze feels like home
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
doves drowning
At the Bernie Sanders rally on Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day in Alabama, a middle-aged woman in the crowd fell to the floor from illness. The entire rally silenced. All 7,000 attendees turned their focus to her welfare. When the medics arrived, the crowd erupted into cheers, a heroes’ welcome. The people then applauded the ill woman once she regained the ability to walk out of the event. Two weeks prior, at a rally for the authoritarian populist Donald Trump, three white men stomped a black man. He’d worn a t-shirt that read 'Black Lives Matter.'
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
Bernie 2016
President Elizabeth Warren Vice-President Dwayne Johnson Treasury Secretary Bernie Sanders Chief of Staff Hillary Clinton Michelle Obama Secretary of State White House Spokesman Joe Biden Supreme Ct Nomine Barack Obama Why not run a champion ticket by joining together to win?
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
2020 star ticket
Clothed up to the max I enter the garage to mount my indoor bike tracks On a digital road we drift As we press Go on the biking game "Zwift' Ride fast, ride free No need to watch out for the tree As the game takes us on a journey Hey "ride on' there's Bernie The sweat builds to a stream I race on in my digital dream Watopia world provide us with freedom A place to gather, a fellow biker's Eden
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
Ride, ride free, ride faster
In the distance, outside the door to your basement, a crowd la-la's the Star Spangled Banner. All swirl-eyed, and promising water, a circled-hiss, a lie. Fox-headed, and painting Old Glory onto his chest, to the amazement of even the millionaires. In a dark room, eyes roll back, towards Wellesley. Eternally, hung on the wall. The patriarch, shaking the hands of your grandfather. Dreaming of the late 1960s. The mountain, surrounded by clouds. The Gods throw bolts, and fireworks, at-You, through the television set. From the cinder, on the lawn, of a house, on-fire and crumbling, the kids are catching flame. And if all goes as planned then the bonfire's a beacon, we're not going anywhere. We are the rocket's red glare. Garnering hope from those driving to work. Hitting the light switch, to see the results. Trying to look for America. Bernie 2016
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Rocket's Red Glare (Super Tuesday)
******* white people; hide their racism behind vapid "opinion". ******* white folks will argue you can't argue with results and numbers because white people can strip race from the issue and swear it's "equal". White people without culture or identity, strip it from others. Call you naked as they strut in stolen clothing. Full of silicone. **** with white people, find out they know the struggle by the article. They can sweat big stuff, but their racism is in the cracks and seeping. Disappointingly, you can't trust white people for **** not even me. Not Bush, not Clinton, Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders, ******* Macklemore, Not Bill O'Reilly, and not Jon Stewart, and not viral feminists/ white feminism, Taylor Swift's white sisterhood, their artists, music, writers, poetry, actors, authors, painters and sculptors and bloggers, their politicians, obviously, but also their lawyers, doctors, their engineers and scientists and businesses, economists or pastors, preachers, religion, programmers, products, video games and novels; They will let you down. The rich or the poor, it really doesn't matter. They will let you down.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
**** White Folk."
I hear the world is full of pain, Flooding, terror, acid rain; Music, theatre, laughs and art, Whiskey, coffee, beer and darts, Rainbows, glaciers, hiking trails; Rare Pepes and EPIC FAILs, Overwatch and Pokemon Go; Donald Trump and Bernie Bros; Dreams, and Drugs, and Rock n' Roll, Dharma, Love, and the eternal soul, The Holy Quran and the Higgs boson Tajwid in Geneva, QFT in Tehran. Yet day by day I sit and type Edit, grep, compile, pipe All that a system smoothly might run Ashes to Ashes, Zero to One ''' npm install; grunt &; restart nginx docker run -d me/interests; pkill sleep; pkill *** nice 14 nutrition; rm /etc/cron.daily/exercise pkill -STOP judgment; scp foodler:'**/{burger,fries}' ~ ''' It's rather ironic that this metal you see, Seems quite a better multitasker than me Whereas It stops its world to switch one task for others My open descriptors always overflow my buffers Whereas it take new patches with a simple 'apt-get' My resolve for upgrades I quite often forget And when its health checks fail, we regrow the ASG But my self won't reboot. et memento mori.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
a sysadmin's lament
Killing fields in Texas are no place for a pull over love affair, Even if you're thinking about voting for the Zodiac Killer in this election. Velvet skin against corn husks that look like the birds nesting on Trump's head - It's no wonder they're so painful, but it doesn't hurt as much when you're loving a man who has more experience than Bernie has years; No one has to know about this, baby, just as long as you promise to always love me and never send me any emails.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Baby, Put Me On Your Ballot
I cried when Barack Obama left office, and I cried for Joe Biden too, as though I'd lost parents of mine, But Mike Brown and the others had it coming, they were probably resisting arrest, So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal I go to pro choice rallies and I chant about female anatomy, I retweeted a #blacklivesmatter tweet once, I think that's just as good as a protest But don't talk about revolution, that's going a little bit too far So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal I cheered Bernie on the whole way, but eventually settled on Clinton, I would do anything for free healthcare and education, as long as my taxes aren't too much more I love all the minorities too, as long as they don't move next door So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal The people who voted for Trump, should all hang their heads in shame, I can't understand where they're at, John Oliver should set them straight But if you burn an American flag, I hope the cops take down your name So love me, love me love me I'm a liberal I read Huffington Post, and Rolling Stone too, If I vote it's a Democrat with a sensible economic view, But when it comes to rioters in the streets punching nazis, there's no one more red white and blue So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal Once I was young and my heart bleeding, I bought every Coexist bumper sticker I saw, Even marched alongside the socialists, thought I could bring the system down with the power of love, But I've grown older and wiser, and that's why I'm turning you in So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal Love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
Love Me I'm a Liberal by Phil Ochs and Jello Biafra by Tyler King
I cried when Barack Obama left office, and I cried for Joe Biden too, as though I'd lost parents of mine, But Mike Brown and the others had it coming, they were probably resisting arrest, So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal I go to pro choice rallies and I chant about female anatomy, I retweeted a #blacklivesmatter tweet once, I think that's just as good as a protest But don't talk about revolution, that's going a little bit too far So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal I cheered Bernie on the whole way, but eventually settled on Clinton, I would do anything for free healthcare and education, as long as my taxes aren't too much more I love all the minorities too, as long as they don't move next door So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal The people who voted for Trump, should all hang their heads in shame, I can't understand where they're at, John Oliver should set them straight But if you burn an American flag, I hope the cops take down your name So love me, love me love me I'm a liberal I read Huffington Post, and Rolling Stone too, If I vote it's a Democrat with a sensible economic view, But when it comes to rioters in the streets punching nazis, there's no one more red white and blue So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal Once I was young and my heart bleeding, I bought every Coexist bumper sticker I saw, Even marched alongside the socialists, thought I could bring the system down with the power of love, But I've grown older and wiser, and that's why I'm turning you in So love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal Love me, love me love me, I'm a liberal
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It's one after another Big business on parade Groveling before Congress about all the loot they made Millions upon millions on the backs of you and me Hurting all of us, not just metaphorically Then there is Congress, passing laws for the rich And the mighty corporations, how I wish We had in real life, Jimmy Stewart's Mr. Smith At least Elizabeth Warren is out there kicking *** And thank God, we've still got a free press Exposing the dishonesty, e.g. arbitration is very bad And old Bernie sure raised a ruckus, it's not over yet Still, I have hope, I love the USA So full of character and characters What did that candidate say? Vote your conscience (and your intellect) come Election Day We the people will finally get to play Oh yeah, and for real, God bless each of you today.
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
Big Business on Parade
My alter ego, Thomas, seems to have the same problem I do. He's in the hospital withdrawing from alcohol, and also has politicians taking refuge under his bed. The lice in Donald's Trump's hair have demanded rice for breakfast and it's 4:00 in the afternoon. Bernie Sanders is under their clamoring free medical care for everybody, but every time I put the nurses light on and tell them what's going on they say no one's under the bed. I think they're in on it. If this doesn't stop the doctors will think I'm crazy, but we know who the crazy ones are. Right?
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
Under my Bed
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!
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
Saint Sanders
1. Quit smokin' while you can. My wife and I been rollin' our own lately Those things got wax rings in 'em You're smokin' wax that'll give you cancer See these 17 year old kids with that mornin' hack You know it's not from doin' it for years. 2. Be aware of your surroundings. Some of these kids get so lost in their phones they don't realize they're a target. Isis could drop right in and pop 'em right there It's sad. I got this flip phone. I can check the time, check the weather that's all I need. One person has my number that's my wife She's all I need. 3. There's gonna be a revolution. Last time aristocrats were in power takin' money from the bottom you know what happened? The French Revolution It's gonna happen again I can feel it Republicans think Trump is gonna lead 'em there but he stepped over dead bodies to get where he is He's not who I'd pick, honestly. Hilary isn't my first choice either if I could of had my way I'd pick Bernie. They say oh he's a Socialist like he's some **** They don't understand the difference. 4. Mary has been working in there 20 years. Makin' 10 dollars an hour. That's sad. I got up to 14 dollars and that's after a two dollar cut in pay Most those kids won't ever see 15 dollars an hour I tell 'em get out while you can.
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Advice from Bryce: the almost 70 year old Hannoford employee on a smoke break who doesn't look a day past 50.
Bernie frames the TV between his feet-- left hand remote, beer bottle balanced by his right— clicks through half-time shows, clicks like shooting a gun, a Fazer, a death-ray secret weapon, clicks just to do it, an idiot’s smile faint on his face. he sees only noise Emma tends her stamps, perched on the plain board chair she upholstered herself— its arms worn, warm, warmly welcoming— her back to her husband, her life as wife and mother coming to a languid close. she tastes some regret-- yet spicy with passion-- where life has had its way with her. The rug’s bright stew of colors can’t hide everything children spilled when they were young-- juices, milk, soup, sauce, tears; little dreams, tiny heartbreaks, minor crises ground into the weave; all the gooey pastries, cookie crumbs, blood and sweat and nightmares congealed into solemn patina-- I see protects it from time. These solid objects— stout, no-nonsense chair wearing gouges, marks, discolorations of use and years like badges; fat, chunky, cigarette-burned BarcaLounger, drunk from drink spilled on every surface, handle supple as a young girl’s wrist, swirling a territorial aura around its microscopic sphere of the universe; and the rug… unassuming, proletarian, handmade and honest, each scrap of fabric chosen by the weaver’s hand, now useful again, reveling in redemption— these solid objects invade, infuse, invigorate otherwise empty space, squeeze meaning from the world around them, same as the hand of the artist sculpts love from her heart to give them life. The children have moved away Old friends are dying every day Stamps no longer can be licked There is no way to interdict The Jets are losing again
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Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 12:13 PM UTC
2 Chairs & a Rug
Bernie frames the TV between his feet-- left hand remote, beer bottle balanced by his right— clicks through half-time shows, clicks like shooting a gun, a Fazer, a death-ray secret weapon, clicks just to do it, an idiot’s smile faint on his face. he sees only noise Emma tends her stamps, perched on the plain board chair she upholstered herself— its arms worn, warm, warmly welcoming— her back to her husband, her life as wife and mother coming to a languid close. she tastes some regret-- yet spicy with passion-- where life has had its way with her. The rug’s bright stew of colors can’t hide everything children spilled when they were young-- juices, milk, soup, sauce, tears; little dreams, tiny heartbreaks, minor crises ground into the weave; all the gooey pastries, cookie crumbs, blood and sweat and nightmares congealed into solemn patina-- I see protects it from time. These solid objects— stout, no-nonsense chair wearing gouges, marks, discolorations of use and years like badges; fat, chunky, cigarette-burned BarcaLounger, drunk from drink spilled on every surface, handle supple as a young girl’s wrist, swirling a territorial aura around its microscopic sphere of the universe; and the rug… unassuming, proletarian, handmade and honest, each scrap of fabric chosen by the weaver’s hand, now useful again, reveling in redemption— these solid objects invade, infuse, invigorate otherwise empty space, squeeze meaning from the world around them, same as the hand of the artist sculpts love from her heart to give them life. The children have moved away Old friends are dying every day Stamps no longer can be licked There is no way to interdict The Jets are losing again
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"i'm sorry," doesn't quite describe the feeling inside me after hurting someone who honestly, loyally cared for me and my well-being someone who could do that when i couldn't even try. "i'm sorry" doesn't get the point across that i broke something so pure and it wasn't even an accident. it's not like, i was unaware we were exclusively together when i reached out and flirted with other people. it's not like i was oblivious that we were monogamous i still proceeded to throw the heart you gave me onto the ground and stomp on it my too-kind boss, says it's because i am depressed and it was an effort of self destruction destroy, the only light in my life destroy, our love when you were the only creature on this planet other than my mother to truly care for me. destroy, knowingly, secretively, hiding where we stood where i stood leaving you waiting in this downpour with the impression i would be right back in five minutes but really, i was already on my way elsewhere. i wish life was easy. i wish i was a simple individual i wish i knew how to love, and be loved without subconsciously trying to **** it up for myself maybe it's because i believe i don't deserve it maybe it's something more shallow than that i wish i had reasons for my depression just like, i wish i had a reason why i crushed our relationship. if i were to be selfish, i would beg you to take me back beg you to cuddle me and spend the night with me giggling and holding each other close i would tell you, it will never happen again that it was a dumb mistake and please give it one more shot but i love you so i can't do that instead, i will deal with the bitter loneliness that i created for myself deal, with the fake caring the forced attention pretending to be somebody i'm not for admiration when you were the only person to love me for who i actually am. was it worth it? no. attention, and lust, is not love. i know you wouldn't take me back even if i got on my knees and begged for your forgiveness. you are intelligent and you respect yourself and i will refuse to do that because on the off chance that you do i know in my heart i don't deserve it, not even a little bit i'm crying as i write this but i've gotten really good at forcing down tears and making my voice sound normal to tell the man i'm checking out to have a nice evening and i break down in tears as he tells me "keep the change, ok?" no matter how i try everyone can see i'm broken. i don't deserve your kindness your love nothing at all from anyone not even eighty-nine cents
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
MAY YOU FOREVER HAVE BERNIE SANDERS HAIR
"i'm sorry," doesn't quite describe the feeling inside me after hurting someone who honestly, loyally cared for me and my well-being someone who could do that when i couldn't even try. "i'm sorry" doesn't get the point across that i broke something so pure and it wasn't even an accident. it's not like, i was unaware we were exclusively together when i reached out and flirted with other people. it's not like i was oblivious that we were monogamous i still proceeded to throw the heart you gave me onto the ground and stomp on it my too-kind boss, says it's because i am depressed and it was an effort of self destruction destroy, the only light in my life destroy, our love when you were the only creature on this planet other than my mother to truly care for me. destroy, knowingly, secretively, hiding where we stood where i stood leaving you waiting in this downpour with the impression i would be right back in five minutes but really, i was already on my way elsewhere. i wish life was easy. i wish i was a simple individual i wish i knew how to love, and be loved without subconsciously trying to **** it up for myself maybe it's because i believe i don't deserve it maybe it's something more shallow than that i wish i had reasons for my depression just like, i wish i had a reason why i crushed our relationship. if i were to be selfish, i would beg you to take me back beg you to cuddle me and spend the night with me giggling and holding each other close i would tell you, it will never happen again that it was a dumb mistake and please give it one more shot but i love you so i can't do that instead, i will deal with the bitter loneliness that i created for myself deal, with the fake caring the forced attention pretending to be somebody i'm not for admiration when you were the only person to love me for who i actually am. was it worth it? no. attention, and lust, is not love. i know you wouldn't take me back even if i got on my knees and begged for your forgiveness. you are intelligent and you respect yourself and i will refuse to do that because on the off chance that you do i know in my heart i don't deserve it, not even a little bit i'm crying as i write this but i've gotten really good at forcing down tears and making my voice sound normal to tell the man i'm checking out to have a nice evening and i break down in tears as he tells me "keep the change, ok?" no matter how i try everyone can see i'm broken. i don't deserve your kindness your love nothing at all from anyone not even eighty-nine cents
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bernie the cheese collapsed at the side of the road his measured response depleted he watches as she folds up her neat and meticulously spelled words plied on silver tongue into her rucksack and through such ******* ********** of kings english she entices him ever onward where faint lines can be sought and yet to be found that echo the face of true madness its laughing sweating continence painted with watercolours and can only be seen in the reflection of a mirror reflecting another mirrors image her face slowly releases its dire grip and her eye looses it screaming aspect as she finds herself alone on the ***** alleys cobblestones the battered dumpsters spilling treasures for the divers to find she begins to hum a beatles tune from '63 and fingers the lace shawl hiding her deformed mind trying once more to capture that vast lost feeling from girlhood that dances a dubious little jig on her headstone of the heart singing 'lookie here....look at whats buried here' she remembers his face but not his name he drove a silver buick with a skull painted on the hood his blond features engraved in the notions his words mixed with foul smelling chicken soup he was a soup of the day in her salad years bernie the cheese chews on the charbroiled taste of his blowup doll lover's lips and tries to say the three magic words 'made in china'?? his own words spent he casts about in terror for a phrase or two to quote from the masters of deception who gather round in long grey coats sinister eyes on the fruits of his labour their wooden faces warped by rain their mouths only a dim perceived line of mumbles written in childlike scrawl on the backs of closet doors we hide here because we cannot see therefore we cannot be seen you cant touch me because i cannot feel they gift him at price unnamed some loose parable naught more that glib reprise of his own perilous straights his is the beast that labours in their stead he is their human face she is but the road they walk today
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
silver tongue
bernie the cheese collapsed at the side of the road his measured response depleted he watches as she folds up her neat and meticulously spelled words plied on silver tongue into her rucksack and through such ******* ********** of kings english she entices him ever onward where faint lines can be sought and yet to be found that echo the face of true madness its laughing sweating continence painted with watercolours and can only be seen in the reflection of a mirror reflecting another mirrors image her face slowly releases its dire grip and her eye looses it screaming aspect as she finds herself alone on the ***** alleys cobblestones the battered dumpsters spilling treasures for the divers to find she begins to hum a beatles tune from '63 and fingers the lace shawl hiding her deformed mind trying once more to capture that vast lost feeling from girlhood that dances a dubious little jig on her headstone of the heart singing 'lookie here....look at whats buried here' she remembers his face but not his name he drove a silver buick with a skull painted on the hood his blond features engraved in the notions his words mixed with foul smelling chicken soup he was a soup of the day in her salad years bernie the cheese chews on the charbroiled taste of his blowup doll lover's lips and tries to say the three magic words 'made in china'?? his own words spent he casts about in terror for a phrase or two to quote from the masters of deception who gather round in long grey coats sinister eyes on the fruits of his labour their wooden faces warped by rain their mouths only a dim perceived line of mumbles written in childlike scrawl on the backs of closet doors we hide here because we cannot see therefore we cannot be seen you cant touch me because i cannot feel they gift him at price unnamed some loose parable naught more that glib reprise of his own perilous straights his is the beast that labours in their stead he is their human face she is but the road they walk today
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Stop poking around. You're just searching for another hair. You're just searching for another reason to be sad. You're not searching for a reason to leave. I hear him utter curses in the other room. Another ****** shake. He's sipped something rotten and now it's gone to waste. I lick the salt off of my skin. Go ahead, deflect again. Try to forget what you read. It's 4/20 after all, put smoke in your head. Cloud those memories a bit. Icy **** rips. ***** and cigarettes. Bernie lost New York last night. Someone please ****** me.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
What's there to enjoy?
The economy is horrible Hillary is horrible, Her husband disagrees with her, so does Bernie, women are horrible, me, I'm deplorable, but NO ONE respects 'em more than I do & I mean nobody yeah just grab 'em by the ***** though you'll never find a quote that I said, Mexicans are a problem too, so we're gonna make a bunch of money, build a wall, no limits on assault weapons, be friends with Putin, sleep wid' him...hehe, I gotta plan, make America great again, build a really BIG wall have 105% GDP they say, I don't believe 'em, they're liars, so is Hillary, she's a nasty, nasty woman, I may or may not except the election results, I'm.gonna keep you in the dark, sure I'm gonna be a great president, I run an amazing company, don't know **** about politics, but run it my way and we're all sure to go to hell in a handbasket. *** Say WHAT? I don't think so, Deplorable man, Emotional infant. Such a big bafoon, yes he's dangerous, we can't let it happen, & that hair, Seriously, I can't even go there. Ma Cherie © 2016
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
The "Debate"
Kanye West made me think polos were cool. I thought playing rap music while wearing polos would make me into a rapper. And then I turned into a tennis player. Tennis got me out of the hood. Let it be known. I could have went to court, and instead I chose the Tennis Court. Tennis is fun. Before it was ratchet. Now it is tennis racket. Rapping was fun. Bernie Sanders liked rap. He liked Killer Mike, and he was a phenomenal rapper. Hilary listened to me. So I don’t know what that means. I should have been a rapper, but when I saw a videotape of Arthur Ashe playing tennis for Wimbledon, I felt a yearning grow inside of my gut, and it grew until I raised my hand to my mouth to smother the scream of nostalgia that I was feeling. I wanted people to like me so I started rapping at cafeterias and bleacher stands. People drank cola and munched on popcorn as I talked about growing up in the hood of Burke. Real **** went down in the Burke. Like **** you wouldn’t believe. And that’s real. I hung out on a rooftop overlooking the city drowned in sunshine that was sad as the girl who left me. Kanye West saved me from becoming a piece of **** And even if he’s an ******* now, everyone knows he was the greatest with 808’s and Heartbreak. Robocop used to play from the car speakers, as we rolled spliffs in the front seat, the wind pouring into the windows.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Stan
I don't trust Hillary Clinton because of the allegations that she's facing. A future with her as President is something I would have a difficult time embracing. Bernie Sanders is the Presidential candidate for me. I've contributed to him and voted for him in the primaries. Many years ago Sanders opposed segregation. That was awesome and deserved celebration. Congress passed Sanders' first piece of legislation for the National Program of Cancer Registries. All 50 states now run registries to help cancer researchers gain important insight because of the effort of Bernie. He was re-elected to serve eight terms as a Congressman by the people in Vermont. Bernie Sanders has integrity and that is the kind of President that I want.
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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
Bernie Sanders
It’s the Shiite Protestants we fear the most. It’s the ******* Christians Scaring the **** out of us now. It’s those John Birch Catholics Making us fill our boots with *** As in shaking, quaking in our boots, Complete loss of bladder control (BLAD-CON MED AD HERE. I invite Pfizer, Merck and GlaxoSmithKline To get in on this poem: The poet continuing to reject the Dying in the gutter-artist track, Making poetry pay at last, that’s right: A commercial right in the Middle of a ******* poem. Hey Big Pharma: What are you selling? What you got for incontinence, Babaloo?) But I digress. I was making a point about Far-right Christian evangelicals, A significant demographic within the American electorate. Jesus was an Aryan, they believe. Degenerate Art, Literature, Music & Jews must go! It’s time to purify the race again. Time for the Huns & Other Teutonic tribes to Broadcast insidious seed. Anti-Semitism rebooted. Jew-bashing in America 8.0. Need I remind the Tea Party that Haym Solomon-- a Philadelphia Jew-- Financed the Revolution. What about Bernie Madoff? When a smart Jew goes to jail in America, Anything could happen.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
“It’s the Shiite Protestants”
Dear Diary, As of today, I am officially a registered Republican Now before you freak out, let me explain… It’s finally happened! I am in love! In love! I can’t stop thinking about her…her rich auburn hair Sensuous lips, smooth, silky voice… She is an ambrosial goddess Ahhhh just to say her name Michelle…Michelle… It’s because of her, I have become a Republican Michelle has opened my eyes to so many things! For instance, this country really was founded on Christian values! Separation of church and state…that’s just crazy talk Oh, and climate change? Forget about it! But most importantly, Michelle helped me see that ALL lives matter Michelle is very involved in her community Why, just yesterday, we handed out boxes Full of bootstraps to the poor I gave my Birkenstocks To Bernie Sanders… Michelle says that nothing turns her on more than a man who wears crocs And I am embarrassed to admit this…. I would only tell you, Diary But She’s really into **** *** Michelle says it’s not ****** if it’s a man and a woman And with her husband’s gay conversion camps, she would know Come to think of it, Nothing is a sin for a Republican As long as you don’t get caught So, there you have it, I have abandoned my socialist and Jewish roots Do I have regrets? Well, maybe sometimes, When Michelle talks about cutting veterans benefits For a fleeting moment I recall how it felt To take care of each other and to love people unconditionally But then I think I sound like ******* flake Twirling crystals and prisms or some stupid **** I do like the idea of legalizing marijuana, though But my change of heart and this whole Donald Trump thing is not my fault, There are a limited number of seats open on this love train I mean… let’s be real, ok? Americans want epic battles and Dad never smites people anymore, Whatever happened to a good old fashioned smiting? The way I see it, as long as Michelle doesn’t figure out that I am not white, She and I are golden. Anyway, thanks for listening diary, I gotta go…Michelle and I are getting matching Jesus fish tattoos I know, the irony, right?
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
The Diary of Jesus and his love for Michelle Bachman
Dear Diary, As of today, I am officially a registered Republican Now before you freak out, let me explain… It’s finally happened! I am in love! In love! I can’t stop thinking about her…her rich auburn hair Sensuous lips, smooth, silky voice… She is an ambrosial goddess Ahhhh just to say her name Michelle…Michelle… It’s because of her, I have become a Republican Michelle has opened my eyes to so many things! For instance, this country really was founded on Christian values! Separation of church and state…that’s just crazy talk Oh, and climate change? Forget about it! But most importantly, Michelle helped me see that ALL lives matter Michelle is very involved in her community Why, just yesterday, we handed out boxes Full of bootstraps to the poor I gave my Birkenstocks To Bernie Sanders… Michelle says that nothing turns her on more than a man who wears crocs And I am embarrassed to admit this…. I would only tell you, Diary But She’s really into **** *** Michelle says it’s not ****** if it’s a man and a woman And with her husband’s gay conversion camps, she would know Come to think of it, Nothing is a sin for a Republican As long as you don’t get caught So, there you have it, I have abandoned my socialist and Jewish roots Do I have regrets? Well, maybe sometimes, When Michelle talks about cutting veterans benefits For a fleeting moment I recall how it felt To take care of each other and to love people unconditionally But then I think I sound like ******* flake Twirling crystals and prisms or some stupid **** I do like the idea of legalizing marijuana, though But my change of heart and this whole Donald Trump thing is not my fault, There are a limited number of seats open on this love train I mean… let’s be real, ok? Americans want epic battles and Dad never smites people anymore, Whatever happened to a good old fashioned smiting? The way I see it, as long as Michelle doesn’t figure out that I am not white, She and I are golden. Anyway, thanks for listening diary, I gotta go…Michelle and I are getting matching Jesus fish tattoos I know, the irony, right?
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I was your supporter and now you tell me to support Hillary Clinton, you're out of your cotton picking mind. Several weeks ago you said that she's unfit to be President, you're a hypocrite of the most fundamental kind. How dare you tell me and your other supporters to support Hillary after you said that she's unfit. If you were standing in front of me, I would give you a piece of my mind because you're a piece of ****. I was already upset at you but now I'm enraged because you told me to support her. You have a lot of nerve to tell me to support that woman, you're a hypocrite and that is for sure.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
You're A Hypocrite, Bernie Sanders
I'm bored of reading political views I'm bored of watching the **** on the news I'm bored of having to have and opinion I'm bored I'm tired of people wanting to fight I'm tired of people who think their view is right I'm tired of the views of the right and the left I'm tired I'm fed up with always having to judge I'm fed up of people who's opinions won't budge I'm fed up that I can't just get on with my life I'm fed up I'm sick of talking of David Cameron I'm sick of talking of Donald Trump I'm sick of talking of Boris Johnson I'm sick of talking of Bernie Sanders I'm sick of talking of Jeremy Corbin I'm sick of politics I want to talk about people and life David Cameron is just a person Jeremy Corbin is just a person Not bad guys and good Don't get annoyed with the guy at the top because he doesn't do things the way that he should. Don't create a system where we put him on top and then moan coz he doesn't do it the way that we would. Darkly sarcastic cynical views do little that's good. They leave me bereft Don't split up the range and complexity of human ideals into a basic idea of right and left. Right and wrong. Them and us. Cameron and Corbin. Trump and Sanders. Rich and poor. It's not that simple They're all just people You can't lift one up on a steeple And cast the other into hell Some of what they say is right as well We're blind men with an elephant And our discussions just aren't elegant And until we listen to opposing views I'm just going to stop watching the news.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
Not even sure what this poem was, just ended up a bit boring I think
I'm bored of reading political views I'm bored of watching the **** on the news I'm bored of having to have and opinion I'm bored I'm tired of people wanting to fight I'm tired of people who think their view is right I'm tired of the views of the right and the left I'm tired I'm fed up with always having to judge I'm fed up of people who's opinions won't budge I'm fed up that I can't just get on with my life I'm fed up I'm sick of talking of David Cameron I'm sick of talking of Donald Trump I'm sick of talking of Boris Johnson I'm sick of talking of Bernie Sanders I'm sick of talking of Jeremy Corbin I'm sick of politics I want to talk about people and life David Cameron is just a person Jeremy Corbin is just a person Not bad guys and good Don't get annoyed with the guy at the top because he doesn't do things the way that he should. Don't create a system where we put him on top and then moan coz he doesn't do it the way that we would. Darkly sarcastic cynical views do little that's good. They leave me bereft Don't split up the range and complexity of human ideals into a basic idea of right and left. Right and wrong. Them and us. Cameron and Corbin. Trump and Sanders. Rich and poor. It's not that simple They're all just people You can't lift one up on a steeple And cast the other into hell Some of what they say is right as well We're blind men with an elephant And our discussions just aren't elegant And until we listen to opposing views I'm just going to stop watching the news.
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Everyone deserves to be accepted unless you're white, a male, straight and stayed the gender you were born with and don't agree with the views I have. I have the right to my opinion but if you're not voting for Bernie Sanders you need to be beaten to a pulp. Our opinions need to be heard and yours needs to be silenced with an air horn. If you believe in killing terrorist you're a bigot and if you don't believe in abortion you're stupid and 36 weeks is a proper time to abort the baby. Accept me for all my genders although you don't even know half of them. Everyone is racist subconsciously and educate yourself to find out why because I don't need to educate you myself really because I have no supporting evidence and quite frankly I'm talking out of my *** I absolutely despise white people although I have ,German, Irish, British and French ancestry but they're still pieces of **** for what they did back in the before I was even born! You don't like me although I'm black NOT because I'm black as a matter of fact you never made a comment on my race but you're still racist. I don't care what people think as I'm outside protesting a bakery who won't make cakes for gay people. Women are oppressed in this country, the men who lose their kids in a divorce settlement, being told that women can't **** or abuse them mean nothing to us it's all a myth. I'm a loud mouth, unappealing, racist, violent controlling perpetrator but just love me!!
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
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