Tagged: democrat

The Greatest.

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Flatulent rump
Hanging on a cross

Like Christ himself,

They do something different

In the second coming
Equity

Brotherhood

Expelled

For a more

Efficient

Means of con(power)trol
From under the bridge

With a child’s head and hands

But all of the walls

And the molestation through time

Won’t make him a bigger man

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Black Survival: The Toupet’s Adversary

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Poor whiteys and their

Broken hearted mistresses

Their crowns chafe on their

Expanding skulls

Like a balloon

That we all pray will pop

Like a wall, racial profiling

like the terrorists lie within our walls

like we’re pointing the finger

at the wrong immigrant.

Trump’s Cars: Compensating for Something

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Belly hollowed out beats

Farting, raging, eating,

Regurgitating

The capitalist consumerist

Steed

Racing

Some fighters, some commuters

Some aerodynamic

Some committing deeds drunkenly

Tragic

Hard turtle shelled

Some sputtering

Muttering

Some screaming

Bellowing out

Hate speech.

The Blood’s Still Dry

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I am the Tambourine man

Wildly dancing in the street

For the change falling on the sidewalk

Through the hole in your pocket

I am the clown

With the flattened, depressed face paint

Preying off of the sympathy

Of the man in

Heaven’s dirty backalley

I am the hateful damned

Makin minute fractions of your minimum wage

And still fighting equal pay

And dem liberal’s ideas of

equality.

I am the American Soldier

Alone and lost in the dense forest

Rifle pointed with the barrel in my chest

And the bayonet penetrating my soul

I am the slot machine

Putting in quarters

Winning words, flowing from my bowels

But this poem isn’t it

I didn’t win the jackpot today

Push Pop War

 

Usa, War, Uncle Sam, Terror, Silhouette

Ginsberg by the sausages

Eyeing Mccarthy bag boy

At back, 3 point turned

Don’t meat, travel slowly

The curtain is iron

Transparent ammunition

I’ve always been able

To see straight through you

Close your eyes with shallow grieving

The caulking gingerbread blood

Faucets leak slowly

Apocapic ending whirl,

Annihilation transmitted to

A black polo

Cornstalk curdling

Digest different

Delay departure.

Ghosts in the tea party

Gum reduction surgery

And Arian dentures.

Detrite, Damascus

Finger nails

Like the escorts tail

The peacock’s feathers

To slit your wrists by.

Ruffled lipids

And the win ripples

Over sewage prairie

Stalks the stinking

Smiles

On the brown

Handled

Tending the field

To the driver seeing me in my underware

Sending Middle Fingers
like letter bombs
S.W.A.K.

I know the lice crawling
under the wheel
under the fabric

we both know
which parasite
is in control

coy look
like he know’s
it’s getting in

it will
but to never
return

down my midnight
Detroit alleyway
shit smeared
on walls untended to

all is taken

There
I still wander
asking the wild
defenders of the ghetto
with jack-knife teeth
Just where I’ve run to

Traverse further
outside the inferno
cigarette buds
and losing lottery tickets
you’ll find hell

It’s only the fate
a curious republican deserves

Behind the Camera

Long live the king
The liberal loved
Guilt endorsed
King
Long live the assimilated
integrated
Lost man
That stands for the very thing
That raped his ancestors for generations
The very thing that tells him
He isn’t enough
Long Live the King
That lives as the example
Of the white devils worst tyranny
That red lined ghettoed
Long Live the King
That to the rest of us will still be a negro
That will further progress
The progressive illusion
Of integration
And equality
Equally as far from the working class
Pushed beneath the skin
Only those diagnosed
Are the ones that feel that pain.