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Only I Can Clog It!

What is wrong with the plumbing? Everywhere I go
I must flush ten times just to get rid of my shit.
Not that morbid obesity could be the cause
Of the strange talent that I have for breaking laws.
I should not have to pay for the crimes I commit.
I’m a stable jenius I will have you all know.

I had to change the plumbing in all the bath rooms
Before me and my kind could live comfortably.
Anything once used by niggers must be thrown out
And replaced with the best things thus leaving no doubt
That the black stain is lifted almost completely.
I’m endowed with an organ that rightly assumes.

What happened to that bust of Lincoln is for me
To know only. I know that It’s worth a good price
And to the highest bidder it swiftly will go.
If it shows up in some country then I won’t know
Anything of its vanishing. I won’t think twice
Before lying about it. That’s how it must be.

Classified Documents are a feast fit for kings.
They go down somewhat easily. Executive
Privilege is my birthright until my demise.
What will happen to me is a word to the wise.
Other creatures just like me continue to live
Among trash roots and to take them under their wings.

Uncivil Mitosis

Dec15

Red and Blue come together to form a union
And escape from the tyranny of monarchy.
One nation undivided with territories
With their own constitutions and racial disease
Has remained but a battlefield. Lord have mercy
On this land most bedeviled by contradiction.

I would not have thought things could turn out quite this way.
The illusion of brotherly love was intense.
Psychedelic were those days of Reverend King.
Now, the dream of America is not a thing
That resembles inclusiveness. Does it make sense
That a part of society serves as its prey?

Liberals and conservatives, blue folk and red…
The confederate and union troops on the field
Also make up the government and places high.
Blatancy is becoming. Here’s the reason why.
It is only through battle that we become healed
So that we can remember and honor our dead.

As it has been it will be. No change can occur
But the ongoing process of cell division
And the up and down cycles of racial hatred
Is something that I’ll ponder perhaps ‘til I’m dead.
I alone have the right to make the decision
That allows for my freedom as I would prefer.

Who They Are

Oct10

Those who know who you are also know what you’ve done
And we know how far you will go to take away
Every right to protest you, including our votes.
Your evil and seditious savage psychic oats
Bring about death to women. May there come a day
When your sick righteousness has no power to stun.

To enlist spies and snitches to go and harass
Is to turn back the clock to the middle ages.
Our protection from COVID is not an issue
To old white men in high places who adhere to
Interests of big companies. Yet the wages
For malefic behavior you will not bypass.

You have been a few rounds, but we know who you are.
Tens of millions united of every party,
Race, and creed – you should know us in these times as well.
Since the swamp has been draining there’s been a bad smell
Permeating the nation. Yet democracy
Shall remain most resilient but with a deep scar.

We defeated you nicely in the recent past.
We’re as mad as hell and much colder than you are.
Elections now upcoming will be fights between
We who believe in freedom and those of obscene
Grasp of absolute power. Your fall will be far
To complete dissolution which ever shall last.

The Confederate Hillbillies

Jul13

It’s a story ‘bout a nation and the ku klux klan
And of every kind of hatred that can be conceived by man.
On some land already taken, their own freedom they pursued
Through the power the musket and the will to delude.

Disenchanted, once they got here, by too much diversity,
They decided this is not the way a country ought to be
So they came up with a system that we call democracy
But it’s only for the ones who are as white as they can be.

They believe in white supremacy and Christianity
And the good old days of lawlessness and wholesale slavery
Only Christian Europeans deserve their own promised land
And to hell with any others who just will not understand.

Does this story have an ending? No! It keeps continuing.
A black chink upon our shining armor only does it bring.
If it’s not for social justice then for what does freedom ring?
Is it for that group of rednecks who find fault with everything?

So, the future of this troubled nation could be seen as bleak.
Firearms and civil unrest are the only ways to speak
And like cowboys in the wild west, those gold nuggets that they seek
Are the ones that come from Russia. This does make us rather weak.

But there’s always hope that human nature will evolve someday
In a way that’s all inclusive and in much less disarray
Every citizen among us has the blessed right to be
In the bounty of a healthy and a sane society.

Great Individual – Great Society

Apr29

Geographically, nations protected from war
By a body of water or rough mountain range,
Did experience times of peace more than did most.
Wartime, now superficial, is our glaring host.
To ignore that we’ve been screwed is something most strange.
Battles fought now are done so behind the closed door.

But, nestled within warfare are pockets of peace
Wherein we allow ourselves to grow and evolve,
Through enlightened electorate, society
Most abundant in resources. Yet, are we free
If we don’t know which problem we need to resolve
Above all others such that much warring will cease?

A Great Society is built from inside out.
From our Best Individual, we form the best
That a nation can call itself. If I can be
But the best superhero to self and country,
Then my loyalty is freely put to the test.
Of the greatness of this nation I have no doubt.

The Magic Realist

A Poet's Path

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Uncivil Mitosis

Great Individual – Great Society