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"unelected" poems
wont be long before shes blowing trumps trumpet ***** little cuntservertive strumpet armageddons coming unelected to the ball this ******* party is going to drown us all military fluffers for when the going gets tough were all going **** diving and its going to be rough all the ****** in the universe couldnt help me get it up for our new prime sinister and its new world ******
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
misogyny reigns supreme (now we'll see how much you like the 80s)
1187 Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart— Oh Shadow on the Grass While I delay to guess Some other thou wilt consecrate— Oh Unelected Face—
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Oh Shadow on the Grass
There was once a place called the UK That voted to leave and not stay The government lied One great nation died They'd thrown their whole future away First we look at the campaign Terrible both leave and remain Great lies on both sides The country divides My goodness are we going insane? So let us ask the population Oh we all hate immigration The economy's bad We're feeling quite sad So we'll rip a great whole in this nation How can we make a decision When there's clearly a deep incision Why change all our ways When after a couple of days There's such a great whopping division? We can all vote, young and old A value we should all uphold But it's not democratic When the campaign's erratic And lies are all that we're told One thing that I find quite sinister This new unelected Prime Minister Equality's great And I don't want to hate But why is she the one to administer? I must make it clear what I mean Don't think what I'm saying's obscene But you cry for democracy Oh the hypocrisy! Clearly you're not all that keen And maybe we'll all be alright It won't all change overnight But I'm European And if you're disagreein' Then I swear I won't give up the fight
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
A Limerick
My country is in chaos. Seats of power are exchanged, Unelected come-down And steep fog of uncertainty. The poor are painting their signs, Others lock their doors. Tear gas spills in streets Far from suburbia, On the shoulder of Europe. I struggle to sleep. Not for tragedy But missed calls And lack of shelter. For you and your Darkened corner, Bleak winters- The last time I saw you in the sun. Petroleum fills The lung of the sea. Swarms gather in luscious greed, Footfalls over concrete: The peace sign White poppies And paper cranes, Stubborn **** in the rock, The busker with fingerless gloves; The nightclub spilling over Into violence. I strain my eyes, Not in tears But in chemicals And lack of vitality. For you and your Elusive path through life, Over-complicated strides. Simple, temporary medicine That is the comfort And not the cure. The stars blot out, One by one. Each neon skylight Fractures the night In pink clouds. Flowers die over the railings Where they could not Save his life. I contain my breath, Not in calm But poisoned blood And lack of air. I can barely breathe Without you here. My country is in chaos. Earth spins in a slow disease. Still all I can think of is you- Whether you are thinking of me.
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
Poisoned Sky
We convened a conclave Where the famiglia Was casting sideways looks, Keeping secrets from survivors. Papa had passed, His mantle drapping the remains. And a day looms for its passing To an unelected recipient From the unresponsive benefactor. Dirges were played. Outside I lit a cigarette And the cloud of smoke rose skyward. The ballots have been counted.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
The Conclave
Moronic feelings Led me to this stage Hyperlectric spotlights burning Faces into brains Unrejected homicide Our side is up in flames Unelected anarchists Fell to their own games Barbaric wreck-hugs Weakened our domain Undivided enemies unhated Blame for bloodstains Repulsive redefectives Are all that will remain But standing in the ashes A martyred carved grave Directed erasal Water on hearts Leader/Unleader Science of Art Oxygen wasted Life torn apart This. End. Is. Us. Now. If I die then I die Where’s the harm or fun in that? If I fall I will fly I inspire truth’s attack
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
Eulogical
My country is in chaos. seats of power are exchanged, unelected come-down and steep fog of uncertainty. The poor are painting their signs; others lock their doors. Tear gas spills in streets far from Suburbia- on the shoulder of Europe. I struggle for sleep. Not for tragedy, but missed calls and lack of shelter. For you and your darkened corner, bleak winters- the last time I saw you in the sun. Petroleum fills the lung of the sea. Swarms gather in luscious greed, footfalls over concrete: the peace sign, white poppies, paper cranes. Stubborn **** in the rock, the busker with fingerless gloves; the nightclub spilling over into violence. I strain my eyes, not in tears but in chemicals and lack of vitality. For you and your elusive path through life, your over-complicated strides. Simple, temporary medicine that is the comfort and never the cure. The stars blot out one-by-one. Each neon skylight fractures the night in pink clouds: flowers die over the railings where they could not save his life. I contain my breath, not in calm but poisoned blood and lack of air: I can barely breathe without you here. My country is in chaos. Earth spins in a slow disease. Still, all I can think of is you. Whether you are thinking of me.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
Poisoned Sky
Lucifer’s technocrats, unelected assume they’re impregnably protected. But God, from His throne above their earth ordains conception and commands new birth.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
Earth Control Methods
all love through the crisply murdered toto of uncouth faces (FALL) i want to sing inside you once again each crimson bending of vein the accidental flower of my hips some death living more hotly lathered in young stupid lovely dumb lips, (noth shaping) unelected silence that sings to me: i might feel O' your primrose hands, whose palate ,in plushy sward, cannot house or unhouse the lord,. ' , ' , ' ' ; .
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Untitled
The depths themselves can’t fathom famine Blood and iron winter storms The screaming babies feeding flames Of war and peace in all its forms Where each exists the other lives Combined they are the revolution’s Radical Islamic bombs And multi-state solutions From imperial republics Of democracy disguises If the unelected leader Is the one who compromises The ambition and the vision Of the world he still believes With all the violence and the anger From injustice he perceives As inequality of faith At the expense of every choice And so instead he learns to speak in Every people-powered voice
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
The Orator
I cannot be contained in any social constructions.. Nor can I be indoctrinated into some imperialistic corruption. I could never comply with rulers that ignore our constitution nor with the unelected deep state’s evil solutions. I’ll teach and preach ‘til I turn blue, my hands are tied, I’m counting on you!
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Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:27 PM UTC
Peace Activist