"inauguration" poems
i. when I was young, I was never complimented. I never felt good enough and it hurt and somewhere along the line I began complimenting everyone because I was never complimented and I never wanted anyone to hate themselves the way I did. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I want in her pants.
ii. we live in a country where a gay poet spoke at obama's second inauguration, where five openly gay senators serve, where all fifty states have had a gay elected officer in some capacity, so if I were to be gay, what's the problem with a relatively unknown sixteen year old girl from a relatively unknown town in a relatively unknown state being gay?
iii. do you want me to be gay? do you want a better, more socially acceptable reason to make fun of me? is my weight not enough?
iv. I was taught the term fluidity by my best friend Alyssa. she firmly believes that sexuality is a spectrum, like many other things. I have a different view on sexuality because I see it as a spectrum, not something that's set in stone.
v. I like making people happy, I like completing people, I apologize a bit too frequently and I was taught how to accept people.
vi. just because I call a girl pretty does not mean I like her. just because I say a dog is cute does not mean I want with the dog. just because I say a painting is pretty does not mean I am going to **** the painting.
vii. aesthetic is a very important word.
viii. there are three kinds of attraction, aesthetic, romantic, and ****** just because you have one does not mean you have all three. just because I like the way something looks doesn't mean I am going to have *** with it.
ix. sexuality is an Identity. not a YOUdentity.
x. I'm not gay, but if I were, trust me, I wouldn't go for such a whiny little *****
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
in ashes hidden, smoulders god of love
from matted dancer's focus conflagration purely come
continues still perhaps in empty homage
of a sa ta na ma
personage of ((Shiva))
white bones pierce the sky
in upward curtain-seethes of heat
beyond imagined burning hells...
the triad ventures into zero-zones of anti-life,
sands of absolute defeat.
shadow trust imparts
a silent teacher's mantras;
soothing psychic words,
"Bala" and "Adi-Bala"
carry over dunes of morbid thirst--
the gape of ancient serpent-maws
choking dust of frightened, elephantine skeletons
fissured by immobile sun--
their inner sound become cool water of a summer stream
in timeless desert, traverses strain of royal line:
god-fated tutelage of seedling savior,
lightning skill with bow and virtue sinew
shining arms horizon's arid form:
despite begrudging honor kings expect
when offspring given after years
in hard-earned sacrificial grace:
yet still obeisance ends in facing demonaic rage
to which is pitted youth to slay--
despite allay by symbol feminine,
as if to question her abode would conjure her
in dire storm and quake announce gigantic step and hairy gulf--
with arrow sprays destroy Thataka's trident, curdling throat
the slitting of, rejoicing pantheon proclaims heroic,
forever railing under epic breath of tacit page theodical:
"we gave you progeny, now grant us our theocracy;
before your son our asthras lay their weaponry"
.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
the pope mobile,
it was something,
a parade of one man.
weather on the 1st day of fall perfect for a pontiff,
the pope in modern day Washington DC
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
You know he’s full of stuff
When the evidence ain’t enough
And he’s acting like a cream puff
By not calling Putin’s bluff
If I labeled him a scaredy-cat
Or better yet Putin’s new doormat
Would that raise the thermostat,
And flush out that Norway rat?
When the evidence is irrefutable
To the point that it’s not disputable
His response is always mutable
And comes out as most unsuitable
Then his mouthpiece attempts to frame
An alibi, but we’re hip to her game
She can’t absolve him of the blame
Though she tries to just the same
So you better believe and trust
That she looks ridiculous
When she’s being duplicitous
By trying to fool the rest of us
It’s a sin to stand there and lie
But she gives it a college try
Like the mistress of deny
As if the Ten Commandment don’t apply
They interfered with our election
With a clear cut interjection
Of cybernet deflection
Without protest or objection
Two days before his inauguration
He was told of the Russian’s participation
Much to his own consternation
Yet he still voices reservations
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
As we get closer to inauguration day for President selected Donald Trump, I've got a few things I'd like to mention.
I say this in no offense to Trump voters, I say this in no offense to Hillary voters. No matter which political party you voted for; I wrote this for the reason that somebody has to.
On the night of November 9th, while the masses followed their leader. I witnessed a gay vs. gay aggression. Or should I say, Hillary vs. Trump attack. This confused me, considering it's his American right to have voted for Trump. Suddenly it dawned on me. If one man almost got beaten and kick out of a bar for who he felt in his heart to vote for; Oh boy, we're in trouble. The bartender didn't even want to serve him seeing he voted differently.
Sooner than later, I'll be hated for the God I choose to praise to.
Call it ludicrous, but He's been hated on since the beginning of time.
Why would it be any different for us? The one who believe.
**"If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you." John 15:18**
As the division continues to grow louder and stronger in our country this next week. Take heed. This world is dark enough, don't let them take your faith too. Even as love is at the brink of extinction, continue choosing love before hatred. Let's not add to it. If you don't have a clue what that looks like, just keep looking UP.
**For wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against the principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." Ephesians 6:12**
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
I am angry in my grave,
Filled with disappointment, animosity, disbelief, and resentment,
Blacks had no rights, Blacks had no freedom,
Whites had the rights, and whites were the leaders,
Until I chose not to abide by the regulations of inequality,
And led the Civil Rights Movement,
Fought conflicts with kindness,
Opposed to Hatred and violence,
And tolerance between the two ethnicities was born
But why?
For the non-colored and colored could equally cause treason?
Or for racism to still apply in many communities?
I fought for no discrimination.
That doesn’t mean to enslave each other, cause disruption, unfairness, and deaths within the same race.
Gangs committing murders because they feel certain things are out of place,
Pilots flying planes into towers,
20 innocent children being massacred,
Drug dealers smuggling crack in homes,
All I see upon my grave is what I devoted my life to being destroyed.
For that,
I am angry in my Grave.
“But Dr. King, things have changed. Blacks and whites can be friends, and we even have a BLACK PRESIDENT.”
Yes, but you have to acknowledge the fact Obama agreed,
And supported what I stood for.
I was a pastor,
A pastor who used the Bible as my Code of Conduct,
A Bible in which Obama laid his right hand on
And sworn on during his inauguration,
While with his left hand, he’s supporting,
Adam and Steve, and babies saying goodbye before they leave their mother’s Womb.
For that,
I am angry.
“Martin Luther King will never be forgotten and his morals will be followed. He was a great leader and may he rest in peace.”
How can I?
Each day in my grave I mourn,
I’m frustrated and disgusted,
If I were still alive til this day,
My tears would flood America,
I would speak amongst the country and say,
You have been indoctrinated by the wickedness of mankind,
Propaganda is being embedded to get wrong points acrossed,
For that, I will continue and forever be,
Angry in my Grave.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
originally it reads as:
**** i am drunk: do sudoku drunk!
what a ******
x x x x x x x x x
x 7 6 x 5 9 3 x x
x x 8 x 7 x x 1 x
x x 2 x 1 x x 5 x
x x x 3 x 7 1 2 x
1 6 9 x 2 x x x x
x x x 4 x 1 7 8 x
9 4 x 7 x x x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x x x
now i really want to learn something,
but i don't seem to want to...
the end result?
3 1 5 8 4 6 9 7 2
2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8
4 9 8 2 7 3 5 1 6
7 3 2 9 1 8 6 5 4
5 8 4 3 6 7 1 2 9
1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7
6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
9 4 1 7 8 5 2 6 3
8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1...
bu there's a narrative to mind...
the ) game,
half an hour's worth of game after inserting
the first six -
(a
b) matrixes -
the theta-phi debate crosswords and blind-spots -
but the narrative goes like this:
a. 7 1
1 5 )
x 7 1 2
"zooming in with a nibbled into 6",
b. 5 | 5
7
1
x
x 2 x
x
x
x
c. 2nd 5
6 x x 4 x 1 7 8 x (5)
d. 1st 5
5 x x 4 x 1 7 8 x
9 4 x 7 x x x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x x x
e. x x x x x 2 x x x
x 7 6 | x x x | 9 4 x
x x 8 1 6 9 x 5 x
f. x x x
x 5 9
x 7 x
x 1 x x 5 x
3 x 7
5 2 x
4 x 1
7 x 5 7 8 5
6 x x
(more than or haczyk, or háček
a hook: in saying: oi! geezer!
traffic that 'un!
but still more than or less
than in Copernican lingua?
dunno... well: that's two smokin' barrels' worth
of info for the inauguration -
'cos' pretty face over 'ere was half a wit's know-churn
off a ***** 'now what i mean?'
they necessarily say it in sprechen glutton Danzig
so you look smart, and not like some artful dodgy
podger:
n'es pas? twinkle tweezer ****
oi right and that ****** off came with the touch
of a knuckle: 'cos' i wasn't preaching trigonometry:
nor was i ******* kidding.
down the east end they call us Vlad-sodden
impaler imperialistic -
after the little debacle we 'av a laugh and drink
a bottle of *****
then we do the rickety chance of engaging in
baptismal fire with the Jamaicans -
or so you know. *well, wouldn't you believe it,
look how far being called vermin gets ya!*
all the way to Buckingham Palace me says!
and some dared to say: ransack Sicily.
blah ha ha... your's a tongue on the leash!
g. x - 4? / 3?
5
7
1
x - 4?
2
x
x
x
h. 6 2 x 4 x 1 7 8 5
6 2 x 4 9 1 7 8 5
6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
(breakthrough point!)
i. 7
x
1
5
2
x
j. x 7 6 1 5 9 3 x x
k. 7 l. 7 m. 7
x x 4
1 1 1
5 5 5
2 2 2
x 3 3
8 8 8
6 6 6
9 9 9
n. 6 2 3 4 9 1 7 8 5
9 4 x 7 8 5 x 6 x
x 5 x 6 x x x 1 x
o. 6 2 3
9 4 x
8 5 x
p. 6 2 3 4
9 4 1 | 7
8 5 7 6
the 1st square: 6 2 3
9 4 1
8 5 7.
2nd square:
x x
3 x
x x
x x
1 x
x x
7 5
9 4 1
2 6 3
7 8 5;
q. square no. 2 anti linear:
4 9 1 4 9 1
7 8 5 : / v. 7 8 5
6 x x 6
ergo
4 9 1
7 8 5
6 3 2
3rd square:
7 8 5 7 8 5
2 6 3 | 2 6 3
x 9 x x 9 1....
subsequently: 8 5 7 6 3 2 4 9 1
hence: 1 6 9 5 2 x x 3 7
": 1 6 9 5 2 4 8 3 7
": 2 7 6 1 5 9 3 4 8
(interlude):
4 x 8 x 7 x x x(?)
r. x s. 7 3 2
2 x x x
4 1 6 9: 3
7 2
x 4
1 7
6 5
9 1
8 6
9
8
t. 1 then: 1
7 7
x 9
3 3
x 8
6 6
2 2
4 4
5 5
then 7 3 2
5 8 4
1 6 9 then 5 8 4 3 6 7 1 2 9
then 4 2
5 9
7 8
1 3
6
u. 7 3 2 x 1 x x 5 4
then
6 5 4 9 1 8
1 2 9 | 3 6 7
8 3 7 5 2 4
then
6
9
3
8 8 4 6
7 1 5 9
4 2 7 3
1
5
2
v. then 3 1 x 8 4 6 x 7 2
then 3 1 5 8 4 6 9 7 2 0
then the crescendo:
9 7 2
3 4 8
5 1 6 !
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Sprung, from beauteous filth,
The lies and gradation of the un wed saints
Hung, from gracious guilt,
The death and oration of the un sung and faint
Led, from grounded earth,
The soulless narration of the unloved taint
Believing is all when your all is a lie,
The smell of defeat in the blink of her eye,
The way you never fail to surprise the easily shockable,
Revealing that all was a lie of your life,
The decay of a scent from the skirt of the pile,
The path you never chose to really surmise the unreadable, uncollectable
Paid, to believe this girth,
The salt and salvation of unborn wealth,
Laid, the solution of all their faith,
The untouchable wrath and indignation of lifeless whelps,
Said, to ears that deceive all truth,
The unsinkable feeling you and your friends try not to avoid
Swaying in time to a common hope thief,
The guileless age and her sense of relief,
I thought i just told you to leave love at the door,
Poison and ruptured the stale old lies,
A night of betrayal and blood on these tiles,
Faithless, inauguration a purpose that you belie,
Lover, sweet mother, joker, and harpies with scales combine,
Hater, sweet undertaker, all is within, a touch to cold skin and a world you can't deny,
Believers, my underachievers, fornicate how to the march of the rain, a lifelong ambition that's driven in pain, a rusty disease that you spread with a knife, a guiltless decision made by his wife, a turning old format that withers and screams, a breathless recognition, we all fail to grin, just wait on the inkline to say what you want, I’m turning these covers and buying the bought, ******* the sweetness to boldly deny, that all these suspicions were aroused in the night, a turning, a quickening, a life on the rails, this one ****** mess i can't wash from my nails, so thorough, so clean, yet so impure it's not true, i tried to remake what i thought couldn't be you, but all indication now points to my spine, the tossing and yearning beneath valentine, i am the weather that spoils your day, please hold my ears as she screams my name.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 4:48 PM UTC
Well, I guess that'll show us
getting just what we deserve
A presidential childlike wonder
nothing held back, in reserve
When in inauguration
you can bet your two red cents
America has collected
on a promised, Trump-up-Pence
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
Your trumpists whoop and shout "hooray"
You talked a lot but talk is cheap
It's your inauguration day
and now you've promises to keep
You must ***** that border wall
or did you change that to a fence?
So wide, so deep and very tall
or were your promises nonsense?
And as for Clinton - Lock her up?
Or did you change your mind?
"Conflicting interests" you once said.
Such crimes in you they'd never find!
Will you deport each and every
undocumented immigrant?
When did you start backpedalling
from that initial angry rant?
And then there are the Muslim folk,
such a convenient bogeyman.
Will they all have to register
while you drop bombs on their homeland?
You said outsourcing steals jobs.
Let tariffs ease that trouble.
But how'll you soothe the working poor
when Walmart's prices double?
But know this, Donald, you have friends
to help with troubleshootin'.
Will you get cosy in that bed
with your dear comrade Putin?
The swamp you promised you would drain,
did it improve or worsen?
How will your bootlick billionaires
assist the average person?
And may we see at long, long last,
your tax returns today?
The ones you promised to release
but changed your mind along the way.
How will you handle, Mr. Trump,
these questions you must face?
The pressure's on you starting now
Lets hope you don't fall in disgrace.
So many promises you made
up to Inauguration day
But please don't keep them - they're so wrong
and such a price we all would pay.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Some people are celebrating while others feel devastation.
I am happy because today is Donald Trump's Inauguration.
It's what some people want and what others resent.
Donald John Trump is now our forty-fifth President.
I support him as his Presidency begins to advance.
I believe that he should be given the benefit of the doubt, he deserves a chance.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
Through cold New England January's air
I saw him (Frost) squint,
iconic
from across the East Portico,
culturally symbolic
on a platform above me (I was twenty-eight).
Years later I knew the paper
he held hard to read,
his hotel's old typewriter
running low on ink
the night before.
The illegible poem a preface
to the one Kennedy requested -
the one he'd read years before (ca. 1942)
in the Virginia Quarterly Review,
eyes watering.
Frost stood there, faltering
in the new-fallen snow's reflective light,
half-blinded,
and I was twenty-eight as I thought,
"Kennedy:
cultured man,
sycophant, or...?"
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
We are 9 miles away from D.C.,
the eye of the storm on the twentieth.
The suburbia love we had,
storm- before- the -calm kind of meeting we had on this chaotic day.
9 miles away is the city we love
It is a refuge for our boredom and our doomed relationship
On the metro ride, on the E street and somewhere near Farragut West
We watched small budget movies, had ice cream or playing with each others' hands fondly.
We are several blocks away from all the barricades,
So why don't we get in closer and go to Chinatown Coffee
and then wandering down the H street.
In the suburb, I do not feel peace,
Because the storm is coming.
I'd rather go in the eye of the storm,with you
Where you fell for me.
This Capital love of ours , on the outskirts of D.C.
Where in a perfect world we would both live in,
like last time you told me on the way to E street.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
Convenience store where I stopped to buy poison gum *****
Here I am baptized in the light of the new genesis.
For new life sprang up on the oil rigs
In the industrial world,
We live in a future no one dared to comprehend.
We blew up the old world with new ideas,
We couldn't resist the urge to push the button any longer,
I sit under my bed
Duck and cover Cold War safety,
Safe from communist war criminals,
So when is the bomb going to drop?
No, I don't believe the Earth is going to be reborn as a paradise...
A land of altruistic Eden.
The lost garden is doomed to burn up in the sun,
As is the mausoleum for my memory.
Best guesses say we aren't exactly advanced,
But what if there's exceptions in our numbers?
What if we sat awake in our tombs for all of eternity
And your soul keeps locked
Waiting for the oblivion of the unburnt citizens separated from the material world,
How great were our ambitions if they didn't stretch to something after this course of existence...
Then what right do we owe the Catholic church that was not there at the beginning of our symphony.
I'll show you a great story of illuminated migrations and books about the lights of the pillars of creation,
When they tell me that Walt Whitman's work here is not done,
And so walked into the bathroom to lock the door,
Wash his face before yelling on both coasts of the American Empire.
Our Prime Minister has flawless memory and offers us codeine syrups of all flavors to vote for the Environment.
You'll have me yelling about the importance of taxation,
You can't have me acting like this if I've already bought us tickets to the art gallery...
And can you even now believe that toddler's first reaction was to destroy that giant biblical oil on canvas.
Maybe it was the violence,
And the same God who gave us our nuclear training wheels.
The same God who kills men of euphoria under meteors
And the same God whose name was in the air on Inauguration Day.
When I drove down the rode with you and your new ideas about where to go...
You had words I didn't know,
But we had Prince on the radio,
And that's something I know well.
I have a Wilco CD in my backpack,
I have every reason to just set my alarm
And pass out in the passenger's seat.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC
" the spectator "
i am not writing for 5k
i'm not preparing for compilation
i am not trying to set new record
i'm not trying to impress you,,i was just saving my life
the thing is.... I feel like dizzy because i am lack of sleep
doing alone all the laundries
then i need to wake up early to hang those over
even though i am too sleepy!yet 12 hours of driving is await for me
i am telling you this because my privacy
is just like a book on the library
you can read me all over again,if you want to pick me up
but then again,,there is a policy beyond my legacy...
" ONCE YOU ARE GETTING STARTED TO TURN ME ON
YOU WILL STAND-OUT AND I WON'T EVER LET YOU DOWN "
MY SWEET AND WARMTH ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO ALL
EVER SINCE THE DEBUT POEM OF MINE,,HEARD BY A CALL
starting from then on
my INVITATION and INAUGURATION
boost my self to face more aspiration
and i do believe that " a day after " is our comprehension
such as my own motto in life and it goes something like this...
" Tomorrow will never be the same beautiful as you unless you keep
yesterday seems to be precious,, for you to surprisingly
survive the essence of today's challenges! "
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Ohhh it's not your fault
Pretty little girl
You can't decipher all the
Fakes and frauds of the world
C'mon,
oh... Shake those thoughts of Frustration
No need to be so Aggravated
Agitated or
Devastated.
People lie
It's not that complicated
It's a situation
A lesson
An experimentation
An inauguration
Don't be sad about the
Miscommunication
or the Fraudulence of representation
Hold your head high
Don't let thoughts Amplify
Multiply
Intensify
It's not a lullaby
Say your goodbyes
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
too many answers come down to the same
non-explanation of the simple fact
we are the ones who always bear the blame
for all the anger we have one hard name
clear and precise both noble and exact
too many answers come down to the same
wave of exhaustion so that we must claim
not what we earned but all the goods we lacked
we are the ones who always bear the blame
for what was lost and for the constant shame
that was included in the lost compact
too many answers come down to the same
inauguration of the truth of fame
which we can neither add to nor detract
we are the ones who always bear the the blame
for those who come when we call the right name
but have no thought of what it means to act
too many answers come down to the same
we are the ones who always bear the blame
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
you are the forty-fourth
president
of the united states
of america.
you are black.
you are history.
you rolled in on the
waves of the storm.
you want to save us.
you are the forty-fourth
president.
even in the shower.
even when you sleep.
and when you get angry
and scream and flail your arms.
you are the president
of the united states
of america.
even when you cry so hard
it cracks your face.
you are the president.
you are america's new mask.
you are you.
barack hussein obama.
forty-fourth president.
USA.
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC
The earth is flat. We'll never die
And unicorns exist.
Olympic athletes never cheat;
Decorum won't be missed.
The sun did shine when Donald Trump
Took office; folks all bowed
Because they formed the largest yet
Inauguration crowd.
When Colbert talked of "truthiness,"
He meant it as a joke.
When lies disguise as facts, our dreams
Will all go up in smoke.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
blow my metaphorical spit back down to the abyss and sip this smiff,
casually
while looking down with faculty on the minds of all you un-magical rip twisting ***** without the audacity to think outside this bourgeois economy b
so here's you inauguration to mee see
my mind flows quicker than the water in your fall with my lucidity and my space breaking- renaissance invigorating- hip hop aristocratic mind bubbling piece of that cake that aint never leaving crumbs on your face
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:58 PM UTC
It was on this day in Thirty one,
That our City got this present;
A Douglas fir, nearly 20 feet,
in Rockefeller Center.
Just simple workmen giving thanks-
Not a single one percenter!
There was just a hint of tinsel
and no lights upon that tree.
Tiffany did not mold Glass stars
for common folks to see.
On that Inauguration day
No speeches certainly.
The stand was simply two by fours
Formed in a simple cross
The Evergreen a symbol
of Everlasting life, of course.
A tiny hint of sacred
amidst Secularity.
Those were dark days in our nation
with so many in distress.
Was it faith or Optimism
The workers were trying to express?
Perhaps they are one and the same
Just in a different dress.
Tonight we light a grander tree
And the mayor makes a speech.
These are days when a better life
seems just beyond our reach.
No longer called a Christmas tree,
Divorced now from that Faith
I feel like something precious died
And we’re left with just the Wraith.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
(Sung to the melody of Frank Sinatra's "My Way")
And so, I'm standing here
To say an oath and pledge allegiance.
Though some will cry and jeer
And accuse me of malfeasance,
The fact that I can stand
Before you now in a tough-guy way
Proves that you can be like me
By doing things my way.
Yes, I've stiffed a few,
But that's my disposition.
That's what you have to do
To carry forth your mission.
I knew what I was doing;
I was acting in a sly way.
Just do what I tell you
And do things my way.
You might not like the things I say
Or what I do, but that's okay.
Celebs like me have it made.
Just don't drop the masquerade.
It's all the same; just play the game
And do things my way.
I've had three wives. So what!
I've had just two divorces.
The news? Don't watch that ****
I've found better sources.
I didn't get this far
By choosing the just-get-by way.
Since life is dog eat dog
Just do things my way.
You never know who you can *****
Until you shift your point of view.
Remember: ***** before you're *******
At times be crass; at times be lewd.
Make up the rules; treat them like fools
By doing things my way.
Yes, do things my way.
- by Bob B (1-19-17)
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC