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I saw a banner “See something say something” bestriding a Union City street raising eyebrows of suspicion in a hood’s ***** retreat I see blood red MAGA caps embolden distemperate fits ready to answer jingoistic dissings with an *** kickin liberty chit I see a Blue Line stained flag It slices a field of united states a wall to seperate us from them God save us from reprobates I hear shouts hailing militarism saluting troops marching to war Patriots offer sons and daughters from families of the nation’s poor I see a hoisted Gadsden Flag boasting Don’t Tread on Me true liberty a hissing asp venomous country tis of thee I see the stirring marches aggrieved white nationalists sing Confederacy of Blood and Soil! cries for freedom ring Music: Lotte Lenya in Alabama Song by Kurt Weill recording 1930 Art: George Grosz Vienna Street Fight Puyallup 7/10/18 jbm

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC

james-bradley-mccallum

see something say something

I saw a banner “See something say something” bestriding a Union City street raising eyebrows of suspicion in a hood’s ***** retreat I see blood red MAGA caps embolden distemperate fits ready to answer jingoistic dissings with an *** kickin liberty chit I see a Blue Line stained flag It slices a field of united states a wall to seperate us from them God save us from reprobates I hear shouts hailing militarism saluting troops marching to war Patriots offer sons and daughters from families of the nation’s poor I see a hoisted Gadsden Flag boasting Don’t Tread on Me true liberty a hissing asp venomous country tis of thee I see the stirring marches aggrieved white nationalists sing Confederacy of Blood and Soil! cries for freedom ring Music: Lotte Lenya in Alabama Song by Kurt Weill recording 1930 Art: George Grosz Vienna Street Fight Puyallup 7/10/18 jbm

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Read it and weep is what was said before you sleep of heavy eyes that have cried and cried denying you tried to have a stronger stride in everyone else’s lives realizing the lies of lying beside a hive of pride wears interfered with your fear’s gears given to you by piers to have you stay clear of abiding in tears bestriding you to do best impressing the depressed under arrest for theft of aggressed messes their confesses addressees you to pieces of what was needed reread the succeeded who defeated the pleaded weren’t conceited eventually forfeited. Apparent parents nonstop watching the clock for when you will stop wallowing in the following inquiring who’s hiring without fault of firing desiring an admiring ring from a team of teens wanting a rewiring of what isn’t giving out a beam of mean to supreme schemes of more than it seems acclaims a frame of you rearranged to set fame to their game.

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Nov 22, 2011

Nov 22, 2011 at 10:00 PM UTC

annabelle-rose-fineir

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Read it and weep is what was said before you sleep of heavy eyes that have cried and cried denying you tried to have a stronger stride in everyone else’s lives realizing the lies of lying beside a hive of pride wears interfered with your fear’s gears given to you by piers to have you stay clear of abiding in tears bestriding you to do best impressing the depressed under arrest for theft of aggressed messes their confesses addressees you to pieces of what was needed reread the succeeded who defeated the pleaded weren’t conceited eventually forfeited. Apparent parents nonstop watching the clock for when you will stop wallowing in the following inquiring who’s hiring without fault of firing desiring an admiring ring from a team of teens wanting a rewiring of what isn’t giving out a beam of mean to supreme schemes of more than it seems acclaims a frame of you rearranged to set fame to their game.

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his lips are fire her tongue is ice he tastes of musk and whiskey she smells of unlit cigarettes his eyes smirk with forbidden desires her legs bestriding his hips he delightfully traces her curves she pleads for his velvet kisses his whispers promise ecstasy her words dutifully agree their bodies shiver with electrifying beauty

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

florence-woo

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his lips are fire her tongue is ice he tastes of musk and whiskey she smells of unlit cigarettes his eyes smirk with forbidden desires her legs bestriding his hips he delightfully traces her curves she pleads for his velvet kisses his whispers promise ecstasy her words dutifully agree their bodies shiver with electrifying beauty

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No milk for babies I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today. I was standing in supermarket's till a woman in front of me had bought a litre of milk and now she looking for loose change. I was amazed she looked like human dairy; she could bottle her milk in small flasks and sell it to health freaks. In the vastness of her bag movements, it was her husband Carlos smelling Like the inside of a purse I always like to take him along when shopping and know where he is and, He has got the car keys. The Americans have been bombing again making sure there is no milk for babies because they want to build that pipe gas line across Afghanistan and the Taliban or is it the Pashtuns are saying no, from my home I see for me a giant in uniform with a belt full of bombs bestriding the world.

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Apr 25, 2017

Apr 25, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

no milk for infants

No milk for babies I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today. I was standing in supermarket's till a woman in front of me had bought a litre of milk and now she looking for loose change. I was amazed she looked like human dairy; she could bottle her milk in small flasks and sell it to health freaks. In the vastness of her bag movements, it was her husband Carlos smelling Like the inside of a purse I always like to take him along when shopping and know where he is and, He has got the car keys. The Americans have been bombing again making sure there is no milk for babies because they want to build that pipe gas line across Afghanistan and the Taliban or is it the Pashtuns are saying no, from my home I see for me a giant in uniform with a belt full of bombs bestriding the world.

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