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This is a poem about love and sticking your ***** in a dove. Getting married in a church of Satan. I went to dunkin donuts to get some ******* donuts. A black man yelled at me so loud that it made me *** So I unzipped my pants and put my ding-dong on a table then said "beat that ****** and he started beating himself while smoking a black and mild with a KFC bucket in his arms full of cow turds. (I HATE ******* POETRY) Poetry is the language of love. No wonder it's full of ******** Lust is where it's at when I finger bang your uncle's grandpa's cat. Randomness is fun especially when you do crack. I still ******* hate poetry. You can **** my 20 foot purple headed yogurt slinger full of tar. I am Bill Clinton and I approve this message.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Love
Dear America, Do not call my generation stupid. We were the first group of kids to learn a computer. Think about that society: A group of kids learned this intricate machine. Yes, I'm talking about the O.G. Apples with the green type where you had to save with a floppy disk and if you put a magnet to the screen it went purple forever. Yes those, same kids grew up and created everything you see before you now. Everyday. Do not call my generation ignorant. In a short time span of years, as children, we learned about oral relations with interns and terrorist attacks. From Clinton's impeachment to the World Trade Centers/Pentagon/Flight93 Somerset. As children we learned; emphasis on the children part. Our minds grew knowledgeable of a world at hand long before society gave us credit. We grew up. Do not call my generation lazy. When we were sixteen and just received our license, gas rose to the highest it had ever been in our country's history. We got underpaid and  disrespected jobs: cleaning up bathrooms and serving your foot-longs. The ability to travel on our own, it was our new found freedom. Like the early travelers roaming new found lands: Our wings were spread. Do not call my generation weak. We are the same group of people who entered college or the workforce with the worst economic fall since the Great Depression. You ask, "What did it do to you?" Buried us in more and more debt until it consumed our life. But, we became enlightened. We majestically thrived in the chaotic times by finding out who we are, what we are capable of and that life will take us our journeys before we even see it coming. The light still shines even when you are buried the deepest. It does not matter what you throw at us next. We will rise and conquer. It's the world's hidden secret. I'm proud to live in this time. I hope you are too. Never giving up is our morale. Respectfully, THE PERENNIAL MILLENNIALS. cc: (No HashTag Necessary)
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
A Letter From The Perennial Millennials
Dear America, Do not call my generation stupid. We were the first group of kids to learn a computer. Think about that society: A group of kids learned this intricate machine. Yes, I'm talking about the O.G. Apples with the green type where you had to save with a floppy disk and if you put a magnet to the screen it went purple forever. Yes those, same kids grew up and created everything you see before you now. Everyday. Do not call my generation ignorant. In a short time span of years, as children, we learned about oral relations with interns and terrorist attacks. From Clinton's impeachment to the World Trade Centers/Pentagon/Flight93 Somerset. As children we learned; emphasis on the children part. Our minds grew knowledgeable of a world at hand long before society gave us credit. We grew up. Do not call my generation lazy. When we were sixteen and just received our license, gas rose to the highest it had ever been in our country's history. We got underpaid and  disrespected jobs: cleaning up bathrooms and serving your foot-longs. The ability to travel on our own, it was our new found freedom. Like the early travelers roaming new found lands: Our wings were spread. Do not call my generation weak. We are the same group of people who entered college or the workforce with the worst economic fall since the Great Depression. You ask, "What did it do to you?" Buried us in more and more debt until it consumed our life. But, we became enlightened. We majestically thrived in the chaotic times by finding out who we are, what we are capable of and that life will take us our journeys before we even see it coming. The light still shines even when you are buried the deepest. It does not matter what you throw at us next. We will rise and conquer. It's the world's hidden secret. I'm proud to live in this time. I hope you are too. Never giving up is our morale. Respectfully, THE PERENNIAL MILLENNIALS. cc: (No HashTag Necessary)
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Excuse me, sir, your pants are on fire. Yes, i am talking to you, sir. This is quite a mess you have made, you starry-eyed dreamer. Not that it was perfect in the beginning. Nothing is. When my grandfather got old, he made sure to dress well. If he was to die on any given day, he intended to do it in his Sunday best. My grandfather died in a unisex hospital gown. When i was growing up, Mom always made sure i wore clean underwear. It would be shameful to die in ***** ones. Speaking of growing up, i was raised on Reaganomics. It doesn't matter which side of the aisle you stand on these days, because Reagan defeated communism through the clever use of money. When my grandmother was set to pass, she faced the changing seasons with poise and dignity.  She was ready to move on, to reunite with loved ones lost. My grandmother died in a unisex hospital gown. My best friend, Peter, didn't put much stock in appearances. He was funny and sarcastic. We all loved him like a brother.  Peter's mom buried him in brand new Ecko gear.  He died in boxer shorts on the floor of a ramshackle apartment blue in the face from a ****** overdose. Thank god none of these people will ever need healthcare. Mr. President, sir, i am no Republican. i am an American. You do remember us, don't you? How silly of me...of course you don't. You were busy watching your legacy. i would have watched it better, if it had been my name at risk. My name is all i have. When Bill Clinton was president, he lied about getting a ******* But we forgave him. It was just a ******* It's not like it was our privacy or healthcare at stake. Or our economy. Have you dreamed about any of those things, sir? Or just your legacy? Who knows? How well do we ever know anyone? Christmas is right around the corner, and i and others have made you a fine gift, a lovely suit. It's invisible. You probably won't notice. No matter... one day you will have to remove your flaming pants. To try on your new suit. Or, god forbid, to put on a unisex hospital gown. And then you will finally see your legacy.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
Dear Mr. President
Excuse me, sir, your pants are on fire. Yes, i am talking to you, sir. This is quite a mess you have made, you starry-eyed dreamer. Not that it was perfect in the beginning. Nothing is. When my grandfather got old, he made sure to dress well. If he was to die on any given day, he intended to do it in his Sunday best. My grandfather died in a unisex hospital gown. When i was growing up, Mom always made sure i wore clean underwear. It would be shameful to die in ***** ones. Speaking of growing up, i was raised on Reaganomics. It doesn't matter which side of the aisle you stand on these days, because Reagan defeated communism through the clever use of money. When my grandmother was set to pass, she faced the changing seasons with poise and dignity.  She was ready to move on, to reunite with loved ones lost. My grandmother died in a unisex hospital gown. My best friend, Peter, didn't put much stock in appearances. He was funny and sarcastic. We all loved him like a brother.  Peter's mom buried him in brand new Ecko gear.  He died in boxer shorts on the floor of a ramshackle apartment blue in the face from a ****** overdose. Thank god none of these people will ever need healthcare. Mr. President, sir, i am no Republican. i am an American. You do remember us, don't you? How silly of me...of course you don't. You were busy watching your legacy. i would have watched it better, if it had been my name at risk. My name is all i have. When Bill Clinton was president, he lied about getting a ******* But we forgave him. It was just a ******* It's not like it was our privacy or healthcare at stake. Or our economy. Have you dreamed about any of those things, sir? Or just your legacy? Who knows? How well do we ever know anyone? Christmas is right around the corner, and i and others have made you a fine gift, a lovely suit. It's invisible. You probably won't notice. No matter... one day you will have to remove your flaming pants. To try on your new suit. Or, god forbid, to put on a unisex hospital gown. And then you will finally see your legacy.
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I am from New Jersey. From the paradise of small towns And the inferno of concrete jungles. I am from truck tire playgrounds, Porch Clubs, and the whistle Of the Riverline. I am from divorce. From alcoholism and denial, From broken doors and hearts. I am from next to hell. From pouring out full forties For one's homies passed away. From too many candlelight vigils And sidewalks littered with fourth grade pictures. I am from the garden state. From cows, corn, and Clinton, And tractors in the parking lot. I am from tradition. From pasta and seven fishes, From "Mafiosa!" screamed in the streets And "No WHOPs" pasted on storefronts. I am from love. From three parents and four siblings, From six dogs and duplicate holidays, And the smell of tulips and holly.
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
Where I'm From
Gender is just an invention by society I'm a strong independent black woman and I don't need no man Oprah Michelle Obama Yoga Pants Hilary Clinton Breast Milk
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Down With The Patriarchy, Up With Tomato Soup
Trump sat in his tower, supreme in every way Whatever he wanted, he only had to say The President to the press corps, of him, one day made fun I’m gonna replace you bud, when your term is done He started his campaign, they said he was a joke But he became popular with all the common folk The stuff that he spouted, was more and more absurd But the stupid morons, swallowed his every word He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus There's no such thing as climate change, everything is fine Burning coal and shale oil is perfectly divine Those lefty enviornmentalists love to yell and shout (making lots of money is what I'm all about) The Mexicans are gonna pay when I build the wall And I’ll lock you up Clinton, guaranteed next fall No one could believe it, when the count was done The blonde haired, orange faced, nitwit, actually had won He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus It’s just that he was used to, always getting his way He signed executive orders, on his very first day The Judges over ruled him, and put him in his place They threw the executive orders, right back in his face He’s having lot’s of problems, with the phoney press And though he tweets daily, it’s still causing distress If he bombed the Syrians, maybe it would make amends But all he succeeded in doing, was **** off his Russian friends He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus The FBI investigate, so he fired their chief The replacement just carried on, Trump got no relief Congress is thinking, let's put Trump against the wall Pence is in the wings, just waiting for their call He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
Super Callous Fragile Rascist Sexist **** POTUS
Trump sat in his tower, supreme in every way Whatever he wanted, he only had to say The President to the press corps, of him, one day made fun I’m gonna replace you bud, when your term is done He started his campaign, they said he was a joke But he became popular with all the common folk The stuff that he spouted, was more and more absurd But the stupid morons, swallowed his every word He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus There's no such thing as climate change, everything is fine Burning coal and shale oil is perfectly divine Those lefty enviornmentalists love to yell and shout (making lots of money is what I'm all about) The Mexicans are gonna pay when I build the wall And I’ll lock you up Clinton, guaranteed next fall No one could believe it, when the count was done The blonde haired, orange faced, nitwit, actually had won He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus It’s just that he was used to, always getting his way He signed executive orders, on his very first day The Judges over ruled him, and put him in his place They threw the executive orders, right back in his face He’s having lot’s of problems, with the phoney press And though he tweets daily, it’s still causing distress If he bombed the Syrians, maybe it would make amends But all he succeeded in doing, was **** off his Russian friends He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus The FBI investigate, so he fired their chief The replacement just carried on, Trump got no relief Congress is thinking, let's put Trump against the wall Pence is in the wings, just waiting for their call He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
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The root Of ambition Is ambivalent There's no “one cause” No one causes A man To make life decisions In a day It takes Much more For A man to be successful And real With his inner-self Accepting The cards dealt With the stamina To play through Exercising his will With the feel Lingering in every pore Unsure Of obstacles ahead Headstrong Through barricades Bearing the bruises Trampling Over your own Feet Defeat Seen in battle But the war’s on And the war zone Isn’t limited To a few Years Like ages 19-22 Whose to do Worse Who has more Money CARS Clothes And hoes And whose vision Is so small To tack them with success All in all And attack those Who lack the Wills To move forward And ignorantly Attach it With a phenomena Of Your unknowing Root of ambition Can spread Like weeds And weeds Can **** ambition Or spread Like seeds How many men Dive Head first under the influence Or rise above High From the same drug Barack Obama Michael Phelps William Shakespeare Bill Clinton Lebron James Pablo Picasso The Beatles Jay-Z Bob Marley Conan O’Brien Dr Francis Crick. (Nobel Prize Winner) Samuel Taylor Coleridge Salvador Dali Victor Hugo Kareem Abdul-Jabar Snoop Dogg Dr. Dre Stephen King Just to name a few Maybe Just maybe It has nothing to do With success Or you.
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
Lack of Ambition
“i’m done with furries” i. i can’t dream your dreams, but you’ve told me about them. you wear an owl mask shaped by fists and transgression; a laceration splits your side from a skin split to your rib splits. your love, Bill Clinton or Donkey Kong (whoever populates your thoughts), crack your bare skin until makeup leaks out of your pores. you dream of emulating art; O hanging from a ceiling claw, clicking heels against drywall until leg muscles give up and her diaphragm accordions close. but who is your sculptor? who is your artist? ii. alas, i am only a paper mache bird. i flinch when it rains, i flinch when i move; my paper skin could cave in from lip crack to *** crack. (i hate Inside Out. but, i’ve only watched it once, and i’ve been told my eyes would adjust on the second viewing.) i dream of emulating art; Marat in an ice bath, tragedy and love and death captured without conflict. but who is my muse? who won’t break my bones? iii. you don’t know my dreams either, but we could dream together. two reveries in polyphony of an owl and bird ******* making love before they make art. our love is ******* weird; a childhood seesaw we’re trying to find the perfect balance to with our weight. we dream different things; **** fantasies and intimate kissing, but that doesn’t matter. at this point in two years, we can see through each other. i can’t make art without you. you aren’t done with furries.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
Yiffing in the Time of *******
Because of the allegations that have come out against Hillary Clinton, she's a person who I don't trust. Hillary supporters don't want me to tell you this but I must. Because of these allegations, I can't and won't trust her to run this country. If I was a politician who was facing such allegations, people wouldn't vote for me. I don't trust Hillary to be in The Oval Office. She shouldn't be elected, I firmly believe this. If you're going to vote for her, you have that right but what I've said had to be mentioned. I don't think that Hillary Clinton is trustworthy and I have to bring that to people's attention.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
I Don't Trust Hillary Clinton
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
clinton rebukes israel over east jerusalem homes obama nasa plans catastrophic say moon astronauts alaska wolves **** woman's teacher out jogging ireland frees 3 cartoonist plot suspects sarkozy and brown attack u.s. over protectionism pope benedict's former diocese rehoused abuser priest chile puts quake damage at $30bn winnie denies interview criticizing nelson mandela climate change makes birds shrink in north america dr rowan williams is honored for work on russia weymouth ridgeway skeletons scandinavian vikings live bangladesh v england michael schumacher pledges to raise game in bahrain can the u.s. vice-president broker middle east peace? sarkozy's party faces socialist drubbing remote indian state set for development new york dust victims split on 9/11 deal german tells of childhood abuse by catholic priest a step closer to the american dream? lehman: how $50bn was buried in london ba strike union announces dates in march china's oil demand increase astonishing says iea china warns google to comply with censorship laws net clash for web police projects hsbc admits huge swiss bank data theft phil spector ****** conviction appealed sir david jason to voice cbbc animation climate change 'makes birds shrink' in north america thalidomide effect mystery solved blood pressure fluctuations warning sign for stroke winnie denies interview criticizing nelson mandela mogadishu residents told to leave somali capital same-sex couples marry in mexico city by mistake i clicked on wrong button and lost everything
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Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
**** blue jesus
clinton rebukes israel over east jerusalem homes obama nasa plans catastrophic say moon astronauts alaska wolves **** woman's teacher out jogging ireland frees 3 cartoonist plot suspects sarkozy and brown attack u.s. over protectionism pope benedict's former diocese rehoused abuser priest chile puts quake damage at $30bn winnie denies interview criticizing nelson mandela climate change makes birds shrink in north america dr rowan williams is honored for work on russia weymouth ridgeway skeletons scandinavian vikings live bangladesh v england michael schumacher pledges to raise game in bahrain can the u.s. vice-president broker middle east peace? sarkozy's party faces socialist drubbing remote indian state set for development new york dust victims split on 9/11 deal german tells of childhood abuse by catholic priest a step closer to the american dream? lehman: how $50bn was buried in london ba strike union announces dates in march china's oil demand increase astonishing says iea china warns google to comply with censorship laws net clash for web police projects hsbc admits huge swiss bank data theft phil spector ****** conviction appealed sir david jason to voice cbbc animation climate change 'makes birds shrink' in north america thalidomide effect mystery solved blood pressure fluctuations warning sign for stroke winnie denies interview criticizing nelson mandela mogadishu residents told to leave somali capital same-sex couples marry in mexico city by mistake i clicked on wrong button and lost everything
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Trump STILL can't stand the thought That Clinton won the popular vote. In efforts to cause a major distraction, He's keeping the voting fraud rumor afloat. Clinton received two point eight Million more votes than he-- Votes from voters physically present Or votes from those voting absentee. He says that he has evidence Of widespread fraud. We can surmise That he has his "alternative facts"-- A handy euphemism for lies. It's a preposterous, baseless claim, A mere BELIEF that he maintains, Another false conspiracy theory, An insult to people who use their brains. Voting fraud is an issue That Trump loves to keep in his sights. For him it's a very useful excuse To go after voting rights. If there was so much voting fraud, The chances of which are very slim, Does Trump ever wonder how many Fraudulent votes went to him? The more he whines, the more he harps-- He's even driving Republicans mad!-- The more he loses the smattering Of credibility that he once had. - by Bob B (1-24-17)
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
It Continues
It was, as the New York Times all but sniffed (Even then, a haughty mix of bluenose and black ink) Further proof the poor, misguided Upstate rubes Were no more than ample fodder For any tinhorn, two-bit confidence man to take for a ride. Fair enough—it was, to the careful eye and unheated psyche Clear as the azure blue sky that, Despite the best efforts of acid wash and a year underground, So obviously a statue as to be absolutely laughable, And yet the vox populi came in waves, Not only one-gallus farmers from the fields nearby, But from the great cities near and far (Chicago, Philadelphia, and, yes, even New York itself To throw Hannum a quarter to view his gargantuan grotesquery Just as described in Genesis itself, he noted solemnly So many, indeed, that Barnum himself was divinely inspired Not only to purloin the giant, but its prior owner’s epigram As to the frequency of the manufacture Of his too-credible customer base. While there was (briefly, at least) some mystery surrounding The origins of the brobdingnagian mass of stone, It remained (to some, anyway) equally unfathomable Why scores of folks would careen in unsteady coaches The full length of the Catskill Turnpike, With its questionable lodging and uneven roadworthiness, Or patiently suffer the mosquito-laden flatboats of Clinton’s Ditch All to spend the cash equivalent of two trips to the county fair To see a perfectly good hootchie-kootchie show Simply to gawk at an unevenly carved rock of questionable authenticity, But that explained quite simply, As the public always gets what the public wants.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
In Which We Wonder Upon The Spectacle Of The Cardiff Giant
It was, as the New York Times all but sniffed (Even then, a haughty mix of bluenose and black ink) Further proof the poor, misguided Upstate rubes Were no more than ample fodder For any tinhorn, two-bit confidence man to take for a ride. Fair enough—it was, to the careful eye and unheated psyche Clear as the azure blue sky that, Despite the best efforts of acid wash and a year underground, So obviously a statue as to be absolutely laughable, And yet the vox populi came in waves, Not only one-gallus farmers from the fields nearby, But from the great cities near and far (Chicago, Philadelphia, and, yes, even New York itself To throw Hannum a quarter to view his gargantuan grotesquery Just as described in Genesis itself, he noted solemnly So many, indeed, that Barnum himself was divinely inspired Not only to purloin the giant, but its prior owner’s epigram As to the frequency of the manufacture Of his too-credible customer base. While there was (briefly, at least) some mystery surrounding The origins of the brobdingnagian mass of stone, It remained (to some, anyway) equally unfathomable Why scores of folks would careen in unsteady coaches The full length of the Catskill Turnpike, With its questionable lodging and uneven roadworthiness, Or patiently suffer the mosquito-laden flatboats of Clinton’s Ditch All to spend the cash equivalent of two trips to the county fair To see a perfectly good hootchie-kootchie show Simply to gawk at an unevenly carved rock of questionable authenticity, But that explained quite simply, As the public always gets what the public wants.
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-10- Regular Albert Whisker, FE Squadron, born 1939, joined up at 18. First time away from home and loving it, sir! -9- One day, I’m just minding my own at the airbase in Stranraer when two officers appear out of nowhere and they ask they ask if I’d fancy a long weekend? Why not? I say. Why not? -8- We’re staying at the Governor Clinton Hotel, It's in New York. Everything laid on. Trip to Broadway and all. Three whole days of paradise All on the MOD. -7- Oh Gor Blimey! What a sight when we stepped off the flight onto Christmas Island for the first time. Crushed white coral dust. Like nothing I’d ever seen. -6- Our job is mainly to just do our job which is mainly just military driving. Land-rovers, lorries, tankers and that. And avoiding the island ***** - three times a day, they'd all crawl up the beach - but they didn’t pay us for that. -5- Someone showed me their diary today and it had a letter ‘H’ under today’s date. So I’m working on the beach when the tannoi sounds: “Sit down and cover your eyes. Testing will begin in five, four…” -4- And there was light. A flash right through your skin and hands. The biggest bang I’ve ever heard. A flash. Through your skin and bones and hands. The biggest bang I’ve ever heard in all my life. -3- Then it was over. Nothing much changed. -2- Except the mushroom cloud was there for quite a time. And the Canberra bombers, the white ones, they flew through the cloud like little spores. -1- Then one day they just said “You’re done” and we queued up to fly home to England. Saw the new ones, the ‘moonies’, getting off the plane. Sad to leave I was, yeah. It was a good posting. And nice weather, never rained, Not rain at any rate. Then, not long after, I was sent home for good. They said I’d caught a cancer off a someone and for me own good I had to be discharged. -0- Sad really. It was a good posting.
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Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 5:00 PM UTC
Christmas Island
-10- Regular Albert Whisker, FE Squadron, born 1939, joined up at 18. First time away from home and loving it, sir! -9- One day, I’m just minding my own at the airbase in Stranraer when two officers appear out of nowhere and they ask they ask if I’d fancy a long weekend? Why not? I say. Why not? -8- We’re staying at the Governor Clinton Hotel, It's in New York. Everything laid on. Trip to Broadway and all. Three whole days of paradise All on the MOD. -7- Oh Gor Blimey! What a sight when we stepped off the flight onto Christmas Island for the first time. Crushed white coral dust. Like nothing I’d ever seen. -6- Our job is mainly to just do our job which is mainly just military driving. Land-rovers, lorries, tankers and that. And avoiding the island ***** - three times a day, they'd all crawl up the beach - but they didn’t pay us for that. -5- Someone showed me their diary today and it had a letter ‘H’ under today’s date. So I’m working on the beach when the tannoi sounds: “Sit down and cover your eyes. Testing will begin in five, four…” -4- And there was light. A flash right through your skin and hands. The biggest bang I’ve ever heard. A flash. Through your skin and bones and hands. The biggest bang I’ve ever heard in all my life. -3- Then it was over. Nothing much changed. -2- Except the mushroom cloud was there for quite a time. And the Canberra bombers, the white ones, they flew through the cloud like little spores. -1- Then one day they just said “You’re done” and we queued up to fly home to England. Saw the new ones, the ‘moonies’, getting off the plane. Sad to leave I was, yeah. It was a good posting. And nice weather, never rained, Not rain at any rate. Then, not long after, I was sent home for good. They said I’d caught a cancer off a someone and for me own good I had to be discharged. -0- Sad really. It was a good posting.
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******* 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."
Hillary wants the top job in Washington D C but to give her position would be a travesty America had one Clinton at the White House does it really need the other spouse the oval office can't be stained by Hillary it took well enough of Bill's awful villainy a fresh outfit is sorely sought at the place Americans don't want a trace of Hillary's face
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
Trace Of Hillary's Face
Dear Mr. President This is a letter from me to you. There are many who are displeased with you....but I'm actually quite proud of you. You helped the automotive industry get back on track......even though you had the naysayers upon your back. I feel many people put too much of the blame on you.....especially when there are other's involved. You can't achieve success alone....you need a team. Just like Dr.King.... I know you also have a dream. I recall your visit to my state and eventually my city. You blessed my neighborhood with your presence. I saw people of different ethnicities standing as one. Everyone was smiling even the sun. You bellowed words of inspiration into the mike. My family was gathered on the sidewalk and for once everything seemed to be alright. I like how you are just a regular guy and love to play ball. I admire the fact that you get to play with the superstars who will eventually enter the Hall of Fame. Your name has been etched in history .....I'm honored because I never thought I would see this in my lifetime. An African American giving The State of the Union Address in primetime and granting interviews on Nightline. I love the example of marriage and fatherhood that is on display. It is often stated that "we" don't commit and are dead beat dads.....from what I've witnessed you aren't doing bad. Thank you for the positive image you have provided me.....it's a form of motivation for me. I saw a picture where you had your feet on the desk and you were on the phone....but I knew that you were a hard worker from the hole in the bottom of your shoe. You were about the people and walked where we lived..... not in Hollywood or Rodeo Drive with your finger in the air doing your redition of ' Staying Alive." Mr. President...the thing that really gets me upset....is the blatant form of disrespect. They continue to call you by your last name....You earned the title of President yet they deliberately leave it out. I often hear Mr. Obama or Barack.....how is this cool when you are obviously on the clock. They showed respect to President Clinton and George Bush.....both of them even though he tried to steal a whole state....but no one will discuss that issue.....I guess I'm a few years too late. You are highly educated and intelligent more than the media would like to say. I'll make sure to add you to my list of leaders when I pray. Thank you President Obama for the example you have been. I believe that you deserve the opportunity to do it again. Sincerely.......a struggling poet.
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
My Letter to the President
Dear Mr. President This is a letter from me to you. There are many who are displeased with you....but I'm actually quite proud of you. You helped the automotive industry get back on track......even though you had the naysayers upon your back. I feel many people put too much of the blame on you.....especially when there are other's involved. You can't achieve success alone....you need a team. Just like Dr.King.... I know you also have a dream. I recall your visit to my state and eventually my city. You blessed my neighborhood with your presence. I saw people of different ethnicities standing as one. Everyone was smiling even the sun. You bellowed words of inspiration into the mike. My family was gathered on the sidewalk and for once everything seemed to be alright. I like how you are just a regular guy and love to play ball. I admire the fact that you get to play with the superstars who will eventually enter the Hall of Fame. Your name has been etched in history .....I'm honored because I never thought I would see this in my lifetime. An African American giving The State of the Union Address in primetime and granting interviews on Nightline. I love the example of marriage and fatherhood that is on display. It is often stated that "we" don't commit and are dead beat dads.....from what I've witnessed you aren't doing bad. Thank you for the positive image you have provided me.....it's a form of motivation for me. I saw a picture where you had your feet on the desk and you were on the phone....but I knew that you were a hard worker from the hole in the bottom of your shoe. You were about the people and walked where we lived..... not in Hollywood or Rodeo Drive with your finger in the air doing your redition of ' Staying Alive." Mr. President...the thing that really gets me upset....is the blatant form of disrespect. They continue to call you by your last name....You earned the title of President yet they deliberately leave it out. I often hear Mr. Obama or Barack.....how is this cool when you are obviously on the clock. They showed respect to President Clinton and George Bush.....both of them even though he tried to steal a whole state....but no one will discuss that issue.....I guess I'm a few years too late. You are highly educated and intelligent more than the media would like to say. I'll make sure to add you to my list of leaders when I pray. Thank you President Obama for the example you have been. I believe that you deserve the opportunity to do it again. Sincerely.......a struggling poet.
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A bunch of allegations have come out against Hillary Clinton but people still want her to be President anyway. I've never heard anything so crazy in all of my born days. I do not like Hillary or her spouse. I do not want her in The White House. If you want to vote for her, that's fine, that's your choice. But I do not like the woman and that's what I plan to voice. There is one thing that you can count on from me. This November I will not vote for Hillary.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
I Will Not Vote For Hillary
Liberal affirmative action! Bill Clinton responds with the bananas of racist market economies. Paula Jones holds meetings on the trade embargos of Republican controversies. Thus Newt Gingrich has affairs with voluptuous filibusters! Congress serves subpoenas to socialist health care. Knowest thou how the Justice Department debates with Social Security's agony? The Religious Right wants to impeach poodle ecstasy, But it's known that Rush Limbaugh spews forth fundamentalist tax cuts.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Rush Limbaugh's Health Care
*The cordons of existence are constricting For the keepers of the dream have let us down, Who will buy tomorrow if performances are hollow Causing all the global spectators to frown? American has been the silk pyjamas Since ’45 they’ve lead the world’s display In health and wealth and brandishing the muscle But in recent times it seems they’ve seen their day. For since Clinton’s time the National debt has spiralled They’ve departed brushfire wars in disarray, Default now looms obscene with disharmony supreme With Congressional leaders ranting in the fray. The fiasco of a Government held to ransom By a faction of extremist’s from the right, Whilst the greenback in decline won’t change water into wine The dire threat of fiscal chaos causes fright. So global confidence is fading in the dollar And the watchers shake their heads in blank despair, For the willingness to follow is now a bitter pill to swallow When the USA’s rock steadiness aint’ there. So, what’s around the corner for tomorrow? What aspirants are waiting in the wings? With a fading USA perhaps it’s China’s turn to play Though that’s going to mean adjustments made to things. Of course we’re venturing into territory’s unchartered And the crystal ball consulted, isn’t clear But one thing I can assure, if this is what we must endure, Is that our tomorrows will be something, now, to fear.* Marshalg Auckland N.Z. 19 October 2013
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Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
Pygmalion
NEW YORK STATE OF MIND Walt Whitman walks by me somewhere in 1891 I nod to him...he nods to me lost in himself Clinton is being inaugurated Brooklyn Bridge saunters by dressed in the summer of '67 the subway wears its best graffiti the music of trains and Coltrane the Flatiron Building is jaywalking the Empire State chats him up a child's hopscotch almost washed away a moment's masterpiece Robert Moses looks across Long Island longs to build the city only he sees he gazes into my future I look into his past I pass Robert Mapplethorpe a man in a white suit nailed to the darkness by so many stars an old saxophone player busks Rogers and Hart in Central Park "...I didn't know what time it was..." two obese Chinese take up most of the sidewalk both speaking fluent - Irish Leaves of Grass lies scattered across the road read now by the wind a car caught in traffic blares out Joel's "New York State of Mind" I laugh at such a happenstance a walk-on-part in my own movie escaping the borders of the body I walk through times I am all the times of the world they intersect in self Walt and I sitting on a park bench waiting to go somewhere else an 1990's rain falls on an 1870's NY they are beginning Brooklyn Bridge I meet my self coming and going an older and a younger me time held prisoner on the wrist I turn and walk away into this the newest of centuries
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
NEW YORK STATE OF MIND