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In The Wind These Words
The Poison Fills the Void
5.18.2024
I’m a constitutional conservative
To be free
Safe
And left alone
The rights I have to live
To be left alone
While my constitutional right
It goes not both ways
They must never be left alone
A constant personal fight
With the government always
The poison fills the void
When with our attentions
We avoid
Support of freedom’s light
Beam on the government’s might
For without
The darkness backfills
Turns freedom’s day to night
When the poison fills the void
And the poison‘s filled the void
It never stops
It never relents
But the only way
The evil can ever win
From our posts
If we should stray
Constitutional doors unguarded
A magnet for poison
The poison fills the void
For far too long
Farmer’s hounds
By their sides
Backs to coops
While poison guides
Constitutional coups
Where freedom lies
They won’t relent
‘Til freedom dies
The poison fills the void
And the poison‘s filled the void
Release the hounds
Provide them scent
Of enemies
Who don’t relent
Of enemies
Their poison sent
Release the hounds
Back to the coops
Where poison hides
And won’t relent
‘Til freedom dies
To kill it first
Profoundly wise
When the poison fills the void
And the poison‘s filled the void
Only the Lunchable’s Untouchable
5.5.2024
The office is an oval
And the desk is Resolute
And on it
There’s a Lunchable
And a Juicy Juice to boot
He’s left it all a mess
This fool who sits behind desk
He’s sitting there feeling lost
And feeling mentally stressed
Wants to say he’s untouchable
But can’t think of the word
That he even feels untouchable
Proves he’s not just dumb
But completely absurd
In truth
He’s not untouchable
Just completely out of touch
Other than total damage
He really can’t do much
His head’s so far up his ass
He couldn’t pass a mental test
If the answers laid before him
On the Resolute desk
By the way
Which he disgraces
It’s historically blessed
But blessing it’s grace
With this historic buffoon
It’s like asking Edward Scissorhands
To hold your balloons
Like his drawers
And his Lunchable
He’s left this country a mess
As for being untouchable
If true justice still exists
The best things untouchable
Are all innocent kids
Untouchable
Unsniffable
With cuffs on his wrists
He’s a Mr. Magoo puppet
He’s completely unfit
Still he’s a sell-out and a traitor
Though he’s a complete half-wit
So justice eyes should see him
In a Gitmo outfit
Same for his clown administration
For the whole cabal lot
In orange coveralls
Holding numbers
While each take their mugshot
They deserve nothing less
But to watch as all they’ve stolen
Returned to pay for this mess
They watch through eyes
Crying and swollen
They deserve nothing less
So how’s the old fool feel
For selling out America
If he could
He wouldn’t care-ica
But he can’t
There’s nothing there-ica
He’d sit alone in his Gitmo cell
Still feeling untouchable
Still looking for that funny desk
Where he left his messy Lunchable
In irony
Not him now
But more the Lunchable
Only the Lunchable untouchable
And the innocent children
Of course
Now both untouchable and unsniffable
It would be a win-win all around
When the Constitutional Republic
Finally wins a round
To the raven on the gravestone
Neither heads nor tails
A future buys
From golden coins
Placed on your eyes
In afterworld or otherwise
So place your values
Place them wise
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
(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
…As he sashays a devilish spin
On Carly Simon’s gavotte
In a snake’s whisper
Tries to coax you to dance
Close your eyes
Plug your ears
Get the hell out of Dodge…
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
Do it
Do it all
Then start over again
‘Cause
Even if you never grow up
You’ll never be a kid again
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
You answered with silenceBut it spoke volumesYou made it apparentAbundantly clearFor wordsThere simply was no room
The moon is full
So full it’s overflowing
The moon’s so full
So pull your covers knowing
As you peek through
The moon
It’s gonna cover you
And soon
It’s gonna bath you in its overflow
The moon
It’s gonna shower you in overglow
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