In this world of lies
Where
If integrity still exists
It must be bound in the shadows
Beaten by the fists
Of the unelected and
Mainstream media’s hits
I stand for truth
I fight for integrity
I shoot for those stars
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(Image: Cracked, But Never Broken)
Evil is
As evil does
Evil’s done
Pure evil now
America is
Or America was
Depends upon
What we do now
What We the People
Will allow
Over the edge
Is where they’ve pushed
My patience and my sanity
Try to force us to accept
Their attacks against humanity
Steal elections
In their efforts to steal
Our rights
Our freedom
Our industrious zeal
After years of suffering
Your bullshit
Says America
Let me tell you how I feel…
How strong the filters
How large the blinders
To sway and deceive
These socialist-minders
I am amazed
How successful evil has been
It’s freedom in the balance
On the scales of Lady Justice
And evil’s not just tipped the scales
They’ve gone completely off the rails
They’ve pulled Lady Liberty down
It is time for America
To give Lady Justice a helping hand, a nudge, back up.
So from where you’re sitting
Where do you stand
You think you are a lion
I’m tellin’ you
Be a man
Don’t wait to be told
By hindsight, why
Wake now, don’t wait
For freedom’s twilight
Stoke its flame
Keep it burning bright
Help your children’s children
Dream and sleep peaceful at night
And though the media
Will apply its never-ending biased spin
We will know the forBiden fruit
He pulled a Biden again
He pulled a Biden
“He did what he believed
Was legacy smart
But instead what he did
Helped it all fall apart
So epically stupid
And ‘progressively’ achieved
I pulled a muscle in jerked response
As he pulled a McCarthy”“He did what he believed
Was legacy smart
But instead what he did
Helped it all fall apart
So epically stupid
And ‘progressively’ achieved
I pulled a muscle in jerked response
As he pulled a McCarthy”
…So for you
It’s apropos to say
You can have their cakes
And eat them too
My only hope is Karma
Hope she catches up with you
Because Karma is a bitch
And believe me
She’ll know what to do
RepubliCan’ts
It’s the liberals
Who wear the pants
Although, ironically
They’d rather prance
Through women’s rooms
Makeup and dress
No pants
Again, ironically
Still they’re beating the pants
Off RepubliCan’ts
Having cleared the woods
Lost
I’ve stumbled unto
A plot of land
A bone garden
Tombstones
In full bloom
America is the main character and narrator in this Poe-m, and the arms it finds itself in in the end are back into Freedom’s.
Message to Republicans in the people’s government:
The 20 in the House who put up a fight,
brought a match to the House,
now give Lady Liberty a light.
…The wolves are out
They’re everywhere
The branches
The agencies
The buzz in your ear
The way to survive
Is to be aware
Pull your head out of your
… As I’ve said before
Stop acting like you care
And start to actually care
Be more than the façade
Be actually there…
The Americans lost their revolutionary war against the mighty British.
What would have happened then?
What would it be like now?
And, what can someone do about it?
…The window and your motives
Two things I see right through
Your aim to burn America
No, that will never do
There’re 200 million more like me
Hellbent on stopping you
The window and your motives
Two things we see right through
Come the dispatch man
And in his dispatch bag
A Declaration
A Constitution
Unfolds the message
Of the American flag
Wave it proud
Fly it high
Americans
But to you
A dispatch
Come a time to pay
And it’s that time for you
It’s time to dispatch you
**Read to the tune of “Just a Gigolo”Just a Giglio
I’m just a Giglio
And everyone I know
Don’t believe a word I’m sayin’
Just a Giglio
Lying’ under oath
And everyone knows the game I’m playin’
Lied at every chance
Selling out, then a word dance
Oooh, Gitmo, they’re sayin’
Will they come some day
Come and put me away
Will I get away, you doubt me
When the end comes I know
I’m just a Giglio
Lies are all around me…
Hey ForBiden Fruit SpiderSpinning realityInto your web of liesBut you’re not hungryFor bugs or fliesYou want my moneyYou want my gunsYou want my freedom, my voice, my sons