"watergate" poems
conceived to the rhythms of Woodstock
weaned on Watergate
raised on Trickle-Down Reaganomics
our adolescence taught us contempt for a government
but our education kept us too ignorant to reach past the disillusionment
aging under a system of
corruption and greed
dying penniless
unto our birthright
as the
empty generation
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
Lunch was done, decisons made
the table cleared, the bill was paid
Final words were spoken
And none more truer than..
Have your people call my people
And we'll do this again.
They went back to the office
And they thought, hey he was right
I'll have my people call his people
And we'll hit the bar tonight
Funny how a line like that
Can set one's mindset soaring
Sitting down and making plans
It sure broke up the boring
Afteroon ahead, that each of them could see
But going out again that night
Well, then they would be free
Wives at home, while they were out
Drinking, flirting...what the hey
The ony question left now
Was which of them would pay?
But as one's folk called the others
And the plans were carved in stone
They would finish out their day
And then they would head home
They'd have "my people call your people"
And plan a meeting late
They would do it on the sly
It would be their watergate
But, people being people
Their plans were overheard
By a coniving young new intern
And she wrote down every word
Since she was one of the people
She started making calls
Phoning every number of every wife
This woman sure had *****
She told them how "the people"
planned to go out after work
How their family type duties
Each one had planned to shirk
So these people called their people
And made plans of their own
They would keep it all a secret
Until the men got home
Men forget that wives have people
And that their people kind of rule
When the men all try to hide stuff
By doing stuff that isn't cool
The men, all smug and smiling
Thinking of the fun to ahead
Would walk on in their house
And stay until the kids were all in bed
Then their people would start calling
Making sure the lie was told
About that late night meeting
At a bar where beer was cold
But, that coniving young new intern
Making calls to all the wives
Had laid out every detail
Had ruined all their lives
As each man sat for dinner
Thinking of what the night would bring
At each house, just 5 minutes in
Every phone would ring
It was her people calling people
Telling each wife where to meet
They would have to leave the husbands
And they would not be so discreet
For their people all called people
And the men's plans all were blown
As the women went out drinking
And left the men at home
So next time when your people
Call and plan things on the side
Make sure your intern isn't there
Or else your plans are fried
I'll have my people phone your people
And we'll get together soon
But in order that we pull it off
We'll have to leave at noon.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
If luck knocks on your louvered door you will have a chance to fight your enemy. You will stand up like a crackerjack prize and pay no mind to the man that broke your backbone.
Into the windowless courtroom you will trek. People lined up on hand carved benches, staring with unaroused expressions, waiting warily for their names to be called.
You feel your breath halfheartedly fill your emaciated lungs with foul and cumbersome air as you survey the miserable scene and avoid locking eyes with the man that was disguised as your one true love.
You wear a band of rubber which you snap on your wrist at the first sign of weakness so you stay focused on the gavel’s exclamation.
He tells your long-lost spouse from another life with another wife that this is not Watergate and “I don’t recall” will not suffice in his civil courtroom.
His honor dishonors his woven white robe when he yells in your direction with agape red mouth and judgmental judicial tone. When the courage strikes your hand-stitched smile will widen with words and you will command an audience of perjurers who will point forceful fingers at their prior partners that used to be ****** lovers and now sit dead pan wantonly waiting to bleat themselves dry.
Slam the gavel while the corn cracks in the microwave bag until all the edges have been popped out and fairness has been forced through the funnel like liquid butter with a diet coke to wash it down.
You walk away, down the dark labyrinth of hallowed halls snapping your gum and tip-tapping your heels as you flee from the referee who does not understand your half eaten heart with the wiggly worm within its wind-up walls. He will pronounce your fate with a backhanded expletive and a muffled “adjourned.”
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
Three shots of Jameson and a few mouthfuls of Publix potato salad in, and I'm ready to write. Or so I thought. And yet, in some sort of cosmic **** somebody with a name out of the past liked a poem on this site. No picture, no poems, no identifying information to speak of. Just a name. I don't even know what I was going to write now. Had some sort of an idea to talk about this job I have and tie that into a metaphor for America, all this very clean plastic and mysterious machines emitting odd beeping noises as I blast Muddy Waters and croone to poor people on the telephone who are far more bewildered than I. But now, oh no, not now. Now I have to reconsider my assumptions, yet again, and this on the heels of finally resigning myself to the demented suspicion that there really is no place for freaks like me who run off of alcohol and a sort of dark throw-back Watergate mentality. But now I have to look up at the tiled ceiling and have a what-the-fuck conversation with the great comedian in the sky....again. I guess that's just the way it is, people coming and going out of life, and me doing everything I can to try and make some kind of sense out of this outrageousness. Ah ***** it, this is the Blues after all, and man oh man, sure makes a good story.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Each day when I rise and I walk out my door,
The world that I see isn’t mine anymore.
The rules are all bent so I can’t see their shape,
And on every street corner I pass police tape.
When you sign onto Twitter, catch up on the news,
But it might not be true, so watch out for the clues.
They say, “Hey, you’re transgender? We can’t let you fight.”
“Oh, you’re black? Or you’re Asian? We’re best ‘cause we’re white.”
If they’re caught in their lies, they don’t overreact,
Mumble “something-or-other alternative fact.
If you glance out your window one night and you find
A torch wielding mob, well, just never you mind.
Join the big three ring circus! Its painted faced clowns,
And its ringleader with his red white and blue crown!
So turn on your TV, watch the latest debate,
And what you will see is the next Watergate.
Or just do what I do, use your eyes and your heart,
Then you, too, can watch as fear tears us apart.
Or maybe it won’t, if enough of us see,
When we all work together, we still might break free.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Mr. Gentle person’s eye
raining quiet rain down the crests of fingers
and the tendrils called wrists
undulating through fixed corridors in which
every heavenly body collides.
Cry,
it’s a fine thing to cry, to die
and thus did every person’s gentle eye
flood through a Watergate that had carelessly
been left open.
She arrives to gaze upon her own body
she asks
“Is this really how you want it to end?”
so we turned to see her—
as she was, even before.
And we could
only stare.
We could
only stare.
And we could only—
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 5:16 AM UTC
Evil Drumpf ****** worse than Watergate
Orange Man bad— 'tis their hour to impeach!
Colluding, they rush to regurgitate
Nonsense from their last non-candidate's speech.
Accusations and trials. It's quite a show.
He's guilty, so guilty, of serious crime.
They're not sure of what, but he HAS to go.
(Their permanent peeve is our circus-time.)
Through dark lenses, opthalmologically:
They can hate on our optics; we won't mind
Our magic glasses allow us to see
With twenty-twenty vision . . . but they're still blind.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
I have made a fortune in real estate
Now I meet with Monarchs and heads of state
I golf at Mar-a Lago, drink at the bar,
Lord knows, I drive a golf ball very far.
But now a cloud hangs over my head
There is a comparison with Watergate it is said
But my relation with Putin is exceptionally fine
For he sends me a ***** instead of wine.
Oh Lord, you led Moses to the promised land
Through dry deserts and the Red sea
What must I do to make to make America great again
As a great, as great as me.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
*Clinton in Harlem, Obama in Dubai... shop at Watergate Mall till you drool on the lives of others! in sequence the N.S.A. archives, meaning you'd be safer off ************ in Siberia than in New York; oi! i'm shooting a documentary with David Attenborough! get your own Jurassic Park of artificial mosquito insemination!*
and with a Nobel prize winner
you'd think the racial tensions
would be left a dying count of
surprises by giving five donkey tails
to five blindfolded children
pinning it on the ***** dozen
of the new testament, starting off
with st. matthew in Ethiopia
and the king's daughter trying ****
in the shadow of the crucifix for
the first time to feel both pleasure and guilt;
hence the lacerations in the Philippines
and would-be philistines when interest rates
came about from chiselling-in faces of people
into raw materials:
write poetry within a canvas of permanent
employment,
otherwise jukebox that ****
come on, let's write mediocre and let's write
without a hint of desperation,
let's fear death... let's fear writing on the fringe,
non-oratory, just there, poetry like
a penny on the pave, a Frank Sinatra sing-along,
raining coppers and dimes...
let's just keep poetry on the knee readied
for the smack for disobedience juggling two
professions, one prog the other pop,
poetry like a penny on the pavement,
rather than an ingredient list for a curry
memorised for a lass a'coming home
for sheer and sweat.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
I am once again silenced at the precipice of speech
On the verge of verbal expression I falter
Stutter, mutter, fumble, and tumble over words
As if they were more than just words
And really something physical
Something I could touch
Eyes converge on my lips like a lens
Focusing the rays of indignation so it burns
Charring and shrivelling, those black paper butterflies
Flutter in my chest and tear up my insides
Moving towards my head, stop my lungs
I can't breathe
My heart is a flooded
Watergate, a dam rushing
A machine out of control
I think
I think
I think
I think
I'm on the brink
My mind is a man
In danger
His out of breath lungs breathing acid
Pursued by a hooded knife
In the lonely dark he runs
But reaches a dead end
No way out
No where to run
He spots the shape, the only escape
A silhouette in his eye
He wishes he would collapse, so he could just
Relax
Retire with a sigh
The burden off his mind
Everything gone
He would finally die
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
Though you lose, thus becoming an intimate as a lover or friend, brother or sister, parent,
you will always lose through attrition or accident.
We know that 9/11’s are attrition and
love is always an accident, because
we reap what we sow, and never choose whom we love.
Attrition is the rain, forming
from pressure within the skies,
high and low temperatures at Armageddon:
yin and yang becoming earth’s tears.
Accident is the rain, vilifying
the evil of being from these two lessers of the skies,
love is sought but never found or found at odd places:
yin and yang becomes earth’s joy.
Thus, rain is a lie, liar, lying, saying
joy and love at the same time.
But love is not from this world. It is
not recognized, but named… “No” to the world’s belligerence.
We know love is expressed by this action, yes…
Thus, it’s not a lie. Love cannot be otherwise
or we would’ve never crucified the Savior
or our true loves for the world…
Love cannot exist naked.
It is always ready to be whipped, strangled, maimed
as Jesus or a twice victimed Iraqui,
the third world or as Salvadore Allende.*
But I love the rain despite my self.
It is within the reach of definitions
but not confirmations. So, love
like rain cannot be held hostage
by human view nor divine postage.
I love as it rains, I rain as I love.
From here, in my prayer, let my love of rain be love.
*Found in Voices of a People’s History of the United States, by Howard Zinn and Anthony Arnove, and the now canonical historical work of the United States by the same Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States: “Watergate had made both the FBI and the CIA look bad---breaking the laws they were sworn to uphold, cooperating with Nixon in his burglary jobs and illegal wiretapping. In 1975, congressional committees in the House [of Representatives] and Senate began investigations of both the FBI and CIA…It was also learned from the investigation that the CIA---with the collusion of a secret Committee of Forty headed by Henry Kissinger—had worked to ”destabilize” the Chilean government headed by Salvadore Allende , a Marxist who had been elected president in one of the rare free elections in Latin America.” (pp.554). For a more balanced view on the complicity of Kissinger and his role in U.S foreign policy, moreover his role in the death of Allende, see or read the acclaimed movie or book: The Trials Henry Kissinger.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
*I'm the little boy watching John Wayne movies
working on a Charms lollypop
I'm the five year old playing "Vietnam" with
a stick running along a creek in the back yard
I'm Neil Armstrong , Jimi Hendrix and Charles Manson
The Smothers Brothers , Dark Shadows and Captain Kangaroo
The iconic smiling face , the peace sign and the Farrah Fawcett t-shirt
Watergate , the Flintstones and Mr Ed
I'm Skylab , the men on the moon and 911
I'm Obama , Carter , Nixon and Reagan
I'm a pipe wrench working on the American Dream
A water **** passed among friends
A gung-ho service member
A fifty year old mess
A Mad magazine , an ever changing book explaining taxes ,
disability and the future loss of medical insurance
I'm better left alone most days , eyes locked forward at twenty feet tending to problems such as tall grass , ***** windows , tarnished brass
A mailbox in need of paint , fire ant mounds , dead leaves scattered along the ground* ...
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
listen!
modern art is ****
really?!
how about http://tinyurl.com/m6yr3tn
and the squire squares
running around going:
this is paedo! this is paedo!
******* can't handle
art-house.
but sure as **** they
can digest i.s.i.s. fighters decapitating people...
oh **** sign me up!
i was just thinking about
eating out a celtic **** doing the
fiddly fiddly with a violin...
going mc!
oi! mac!
where's the guinness!
uhm... dunno... where's your **********
sister?
where's she's supposed to be.
******* shamrock jerky... where's your
violin you ******* leprechaun....
is that like a inter-breeding version
of a ***** and faun? so you breed the two
and oops! pops out a bonsai?!
oh man, i'm tired,
it's like i'm in an automaton format
typing because i need to type it...
but it just bothers me...
they cite this art-house spectacle...
and then use it on info wars to suggest:
REAL NEWS!
huh?
you listen to it fully?
is it really about paedohpiles
or pederasts?
i really could fall asleep listening
to this art...
it's like underground stand-up comedy...
it could very well be
a revision of cabaret voltaire
with tristan tzara...
oh wait... so says the "real" news...
i just want to **** the **** out of
the corrs drummer girl...
you listen on this ****
you "think" they get their "real" news from
such edited sources?
they're employing the same tactics as
mainstream outlets...
what i linked is: art-house...
you really have to be ******** to collectivise
current news around watergate cliches...
gamergate... pizzagate...
yep... and the black gate of mordor...
all it is, is a really shady, but nonetheless
permitted sketch-show, of people appreciating
a kind of humour that's:
a. hard to appreciate (the audience)
and b. even harder to utter (the speaker).
the point is about alternative media though...
they take a clip from a video and state:
paedo!
paedo! cannibal paedo!
you listen to the rest of the video?
they're as mainstream as their critique of
mainstream media allows them to be "indie".
i love the fact that the 20th century
of squares is that: in the 21st century:
squares are afraid of artists...
ave adolph...
at least we can
feed journalistic outlets because of you;
eh? true? or untrue?
why should than even ******* matter?
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
& now for young ladies in love & Wedded
w / naked girls mothers, . Ethiopia's
Dead-Head days of the year of the number
of the goods to the poet's long coat,
Caledonia - The distance between a mother's
face White snooch fair ground in the dark
Green thought; Rose said girls the great city
in the world, the art of living in a flood lifts
the needy; American money to pay the skin
to the Sun; Specifically, they found that
choosing to be In the good old war,
a great abundance of them; God save you
sea hard Dream of Cătellus through the blood;
fire 1 young female stars in the Street
or hearing of the word, he thought,
was not a man, indeed, those who reach six
are said to live after breaking off the marriage,
what is The Turquoise is a local poet;
Watergate Cover-up Catholic
infancy at the height of the feet of the place
the stone of three sons, the arc; Leave
the Abbot General in The head of Medusa,
to show that he is truly man; These free from Most
wild Little Browns; The former star of the current
state gay Feeling the standing invisible
In cursive script writing by hand, Worms
The old pier when they are afraid, but my heart
'the cat's White was also the Secret
of the Consumer Voice; Lately a lot of guys
are wet; They were filled w/ a sweeter
sad mouth on the side of the window
knockers, However, is speakingof the Great
Plains; Deep between the Russian civil law;
Friends & blind dogs wearing mirrors to the
Heroic Virgin's Kiss, but the history of the
revolutionary time strippers & sending the
mother of all Strippers of a dog, the school
of Marcus; In the northwest of the island
Society Friends Dream of perfect modern
House Garden The girl gave birth & asked
to quit the evil behind the back of the daughters;
For the rich smell of unknown; The weather,
the fall of Horatio's World; Alchemy's mom
touched to meet Him speaking his mind in the air
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
Got to pay to assimilate,
such is norm to systemically fumigate.
What is this watergate? Cause it’s a scandal, that most can’t handle. But might as well bend over and take the paddle.
Man, it’s a struggle to be deemed a muggle.
For these harry potters have cast a shadow that transforms us into cattle.
Yeah, but I’m the problem, I’m an *******
I’m the backwards rezneck uncle, **** how hypocritical...
Yet typical!
Change is impossible,
words are rhetorical,
for people’s essence is made up of tainted molecules.
Greedy follicles putting each other in hospitals.
How despicable! And for what? Dimes and nickels!
It’s just negative effects that tricked down!
Thats the truth about the trickle down effect,
where wealth doesn’t actually pour down.
It just stays at the top,
but the top don’t care, even when those in poverty continue to drop.
We are just assets whose blood and tears are used to feed the cream of the crop.
But even if you become aware of this truth, the fact of the matter is you won’t stop!
Man isn’t this priceless being in a state of crisis?
Thou foul mindless hath now also turned eyeless.
Thine pompous righteousness has cast us into silence even though more evidence comes into brightness.
Poor wretched highness, whose woes become timeless.
Whose actions hath left coloured folk flightless.
That hath left kids in foster homes parentless.
What a scoop that was, wasn’t it?
So tell me was it all worth it?
For this isn’t a time to continue being spineless!
This isn’t time to suppress your ill vices that hath given us paralysis.
I don’t need a analysis to prove that our system profits the best for whiteness.
So why continue to fight this?
So why continue to mock us and rebuke us?
For no matter how much you apologize to us it is meaningless.
For I want to see actions instead of bribe money in attempt to keep us silent!
But I won’t be keep quiet not in the very slightest.
So do your best, for what more can you do to us.
When your viruses didn’t exterminate us, genocide didn’t work on us, residential schools didn’t work on us, the sixties scoop didn’t work on us, and your jails can’t hold us?
And Even your God can’t **** us!
In fact it seems like your God has chosen us!
And you’re just a shell less indecisive vermin like Pontius Pilate! But we shall rise up on the third day and take the keys away from thou foul arrogant degenerate!
And you will no longer have power over us!
In this I pray in Jesus name amen!
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
I need a double ??
Racing like a Viper
Hes cozy in his
"Cooper"_____
Outraced not safe
Double pair++ life
Single* hair pulling wife
Frank (Sin)atra sin-full life?
Count 1-2-3-4-5-
Rodeo Drive
I don't even know
where I live?
Something gotta___ _________give
Fashion car plate
More vulnerable____________2 survive
TV "Miss Kitty" Cat
from hell cable
Minds likewise soft pillow
therapeutic take the prize
***** double feature
Ms fever so clever
He's in a hurry
The City"Heretics"
Werewolfs Surf me
all over the computer
Vixen's turf
Vixens Presidential Nixons
Hazy hands shady
Mr. Watergate crazy
Mrs. Order-Date
"Poison Ivy"
The hell mating
Madame Butterfly
Double talk befriending
Hallucinating double digit
compromising high fly
Time is flying we will all
be dying
Cannot get an ******
Keep trying
Doubling meeting
Please no weak ones
Only strong ones
Healing poem we have
wounds
Like a prism true heroism
Your hearing your own
sounds moans
Hell of a work out
more moulah money loans
Megababes "Dells"
Scarlet I dont give a ****
Like hell cyber war
Feeling weaker no stars
and goals
Hes eating your Moms
Pasta with capers
Acting like a ******
Feeling more vulnerable
Way too lovable
Things curative
U-R the native
"New Yorker"
He is the spiritual man
Crooked tax man looper
You are the writer
Photogenic going off
the rocker
Woodstock Joe Cocker
What would you say to me
anyway I will try to sing out a
tune dont walk out today
" Double Wedding"
Her name is (June)
he is (Dune)
Double whamo tune
sensuality in July
Symphony to your words
"The Gods"hot rods
Try a little help from
your friends
Those poem comments
the best remedy
He's tasting your words
Double act comedy
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
It Seems That ... FEAR ... ?
Is groWING ... Here ... !!!
Because Some People ...
Have Shed ... TEARS ... !!!
TEARS Because ...
A Loved One's ........ GONE .........................................
This ... OF COURSE ...
Is CLEARLY ... WRONG ... !!!!
Cos' Fear Right Now ...
Does NOT ..... Belong ......
On ... London's Streets ...
WHY ... Wage WAR ... ?
When We NEED ... Peace ... !?!
PEACE and LOVE ...
and ... UNITY ...
DON'T ... " Presume " ...
That I'm ... GUILTY ... !!!!!
You DON'T KNOW ...
What Type ... I BE ...
I Just Write ...
TRUE Poetry ...
POETRY ...
That's REAL To ... Me ... !!!
These Are Words To ...
WAKE The ... "Herds" ... !!!
What You See ...
Are Visions ... BlUrrRrRRREeedd ... !!!!!
Visions BLURRED By ... " Fallacies " ... !!!
Visions BLURRED By ... " Tragedies " ... !!!
Do You See ... ?
The Things ... I SEE ... ?
Judgements Made ...
By ... " Met' Police " ...
RAIDING Homes ....
Like ... "Forty Thieves" ...
What I SEE ...
Is ... Met' Police ...
Pointing GUNS ..... Needlessly ...
At Young Men ... Who Look Like Me ... !!!
Asians TOO ...
Are Now ... DISPLEASED ...
By ... ABUSE ...
They SEE On Streets ... !!!!
Meantime ........
ALL We're Hearing Is .....
"We NEED HELP,
from, Young Muslims !"
WHY ... !?!
If They Know ...
... EVERYTHING ... ?!?
Those INVOLVED ...
In ... Bus BOMBINGS ... !!!
That's Why NOW ...
Police ... WILL STING ... !!!
Now Isn't THIS ...
A ... " Funny Thing " ... ?!?
IF They ... " KNOW " ...
About ... THIS STUFF ... ?
Why KEEP Making ...
Such A ... FUSS ... ?!?!?
Putting FEAR ...
In Those Who ... " Trust " ...
Riding On ... A London Bus ...
NOW It's FEAR ...
That They Hold DEAR ... !!!
It's A ... STRAIN ...
On ... MANY Brains ... !!!!!!!!!!!
Riding On ...
London's ... Tube Trains ... !!!
It's THE SAME ... Time and AGAIN ...
Asians NOW ...
Can Get ... TWO SEATS ... !!!!
cos of This ...
A ... TRUE Story ...
A Friend of Mine ...
A Young ... " Asian " ...
Was On A Train ...
With .... " Caucasians " ...
When They SAW ...
The Bag He Had ...
They STEERED .............................................. CLEAR ........
Now ...
AIN'T That ... " Sad " ...
This is WHY ...
It Made Him ... MAD ... !!!!!
He's Born and BRED ...
In ... THIS HERE Land ...
and He Is A ...
... CLEVER Man ... !!!
English Wife ...
and ... Two Children ...
He Is NOT ...
A ... " TERROR Man " ... !!!!!
But He's Suffered ... RACISM ...
From .... Guess Who .... ?
YES ... Englishman ... !!!
Who .... BELIEVE ....
What's On ... NEWSSTANDS ... ?!?
This Stuff NEEDS to .................................................................................. Disappear ............. !!!!!!
News Stories ...
CREATING ... Fear ...
WHO In ... England ...
REALLY ... Gains ...
From BLOWING UP ...
A London Train ... ?!!!?
OF COURSE ...
It's MUSLIMS ...
Who Will Gain ... ?!?
From These ... " Acts " ...
Take A Sec' and ..... Think On THAT .....................................................
Do You Get ...
What I'm Saying ... ???
No ...
Well Let Me ... TRY AGAIN ... !!!
OF COURSE It's ... Muslims ...
Who Will ... GAIN ...
From These ... " Acts " ... !?!
Take A Sec' and ... THINK ON That ........................................................
It's Muslims NOW ...
That Face ... REAL PAIN ... !!!
From Londoners ...
Who FEEL ... THIS Way ... !!!
HATRED ... IS ...
A HORRID Thing ... !!!!!!
What You See ...
Ain't ... EVERYTHING ... !!!
Check Through ...
The Past .......................................
They've LIED BEFORE ... !!!
From ... " Watergate " ...
To Clintons' ... ***** ... !!!
This Is TRUTH ...
It AIN'T ... " Folklore " ... !!!
Hatred ... YES ...
I Do .... ABHOR ... !!!!!
Check The STATS ...
and DON'T ............................. ignore .........
Why ... WE'RE HERE ...
We AREN'T Here ...
To Shed ... " False Tears " ...
Use Your Eyes Man ...
Steer .................................................................... WELL CLEAR ..................
of ... This Thing ...
That We Call ........
...... " FEAR " ......
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC