POLITICAL POEM: The Whole Damn Nation

Oh no
No no
A nation divided
And so so partial to the whirled
As who elect
Who to rule
Over US
The select select
Culled before we can even vote
In the worst OKs scenario
Effaced with know choice
Picking our no's
Only too feel shamed a bout
What fore
Positively maddening
Even abashed buy fauxs
In their first for winning at all accosts
A large for won size fits all
In choiring mines knot aloud
Who might ax candidates
For the least of these
Such modest
Bargain aweigh
As all ways done
Know madder what you due
Until red or blue in efface
Look past
The elephant in the room
Or the for most ass
Both too big for their breaches
Two big to flail
Sow uninviting
Some
When we don't even have a second to lose
Meting that urgent call of
Which we halve in common
Breeds identical
The same stinking results
In the long runs
And there will be no platform shoos
Lofty enough too overstep
Such inspiring stench
Triangulating hope
Beyond any worthy err
Dissembled buy a con
Enacts of commission lacking
As holey plan it
A cross the globe
Lock stock and barrel
For if there is anything worth wile
Wee will suck it
Living in a vacuum
Flagging as the whole damn nation
As grieve US consolation price
Paid by the wrest of the world
Conscripted to buy
Such wore torn
In reckless abandon
Let them eat ballads
Dedicated to just US
And deem a little dream for me
As if
Mother Earth
And her oft spring
Got won vote
And awe
Was not full of sheep
Scarred of losing their position
Excepting a world of hurt
Sow backwards and screwy
Pathetic vassals
Under sway of loan some shepherds

This poem is an to the two-party duopoly of dysfunction as the current of unfairs in the United States of .  The American electorate gets their breaches all in a bunch over the all-too-obvious lack of choice in the so-called leaders of the free world.  Defeat The Elite POLITICAL BUTTONThe prestidigitation of elites leaves US somehow settling for the best we can do as picking our no's in the voting booth — pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!  Wile awe of this may seem quite mourn worthy for sheepish Americans, the wrest of the world has long paid the accost, underwriting the much lauded “free” world. Our tried and true means of dividing and conquering, that has won US our unfair share of colonial/imperial rule and the world's resources, quite inescapably comes home to roost.  The elites who run US run the world.  The domestic squabbles between Republicrats are decidedly effective means to distract short-sighted and privileged Americans from the fight for our planet and the ability to secure freedom and anywhere on our globe.  Nation of Sheep, Ruled By Wolves, Owned By Pigs POLITICAL BUTTONWile we prey for well-adjusted imperialists to secure our of nations, we outsource the prize we have taken our eye off to other planetary .  The curse of the world may simply be the blind first-world of the whole damn nation.   in is no victory for or the planet.  While the frenzied, megalomaniacal reign of a may appear frightening to our privileged penchant for predictability, there is meager-to-pleas comfort for global citizenry in a proven track record of loyal imperial rule, running roughshod atop nameless hoards, an X'ing more than have of the world's fortune.  In the belly of the beast of , with its won-sided and , there should be indigestion, with its unquenchable appetites and parochial fears.  Deep division may be precisely that which is re-choired to vomit out our inglorious , liberate the retched of the world, and sing in as won .  Earth But One Country Mankind Its Citizens--PEACE QUOTE BUTTONThe world is underwater in and we don't even no who holds our note.  May the only we owe to our fellow planetary is shared gratitude for the to act justly wherever wee might find ourselves, on the short end of , or in the belly of the beast.

 

 

ANTI-WAR QUOTE: Price of Empire America's Soul--PEACE SIGN BUTTONIt's A Planet Not An Empire POLITICAL BUTTON

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