Forgiveness

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I shall layeth down 

My cloak of redemption

It shall cleaneth you 

Of all manner 

Of compensation

For just as my temperament 

Doth squabble feebly 

With the present foibles 

Of my most difficult current hostilities

Time

Sweet majestic 

Unwavering time

Doth reconcile in me 

An assurance of tranquility 

Shall invade my troubled waters 

And calm the turbulent seas 

To but a ripple

As if transposed 

To a lake 

Where the sun doth shine 

From the heavens

And prosperity 

Will live in my house 

Once more

The Rain in Spain Again

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The rain In Spain 





Falls gently on the plain 





In New York City it backs up sewers once again





Creating puddles that take two weeks to drain 





Oil slicks abound the terrain 





Causing motorcyclists lots of pain 





Cursing and swearing is what sustains  





In the abundance of late-running trains
















		
	
	


	





	

		
Salem Massachusetts’s Past Psychiatric Witchcraft Rot and The “Lock Up” Hillary Plot
	


	
	

		


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She is from Salem




Salem Massachusetts




And her skin was seen to be going RED




Some claimed there were horns




She rides the broom!




Growing from her temples






Roy Moore




More demonic!
















Oh the DREAD!


























What must she be?






Think of the things!




She has incantated!






E-mailed!






And said






















She must be




Listen up Please!






Like the one with the Arc






The Frenchie!












Cut off her ear!




Ala Davinci!












Burned at the Stake!












If you cannot light a torch






Then you must make a roguish Make America Great Again rake!














Can you believe?


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The Mendacious Jester
	


	
	

		

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The Mendacious Jester
 Lets untruths fester
 To put on his political plays
 His gilded tongue
 Roams loose among
 The Ignorables
 Who long for
 Yesterday
 His billionaire manufactured skits
 Puttin’ On The Ritz
 Are theatrical and receive
 Lots of puppet praise
 With outrageous aplomb
 He nears closer to the bomb
 Whilst the cheering throngs
 Ready Democracy’s grave
























	


	





	

		
The Wizard of Odd
	


	
	

		














The Republicans remind me of The Wizard of Oz





Using Scare Tactics with Bullhorns





To strengthen their cause





Gloom and Doom





Fill the Room





In their practiced Anti-Middle Class shtick





If it was up to them





There’d be no Tinman





Cowardly Lion





Nor Scarecrow





In the Flick





“No more Taxes for the Rich and Corporations”





Is the message that they pitch





Their greed does more harm to us all





Than the Monkeys of the Wicked Witch





You were not elected





Just to care





For those who drive Mercedes and DeSoto’s





How’s about someone looking out





For the Dorothy’s and Toto’s?














	


	





	

		
THOU DOTH PROTEST CONSUMER TOO LITTLE
	


	
	

		

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Indefatigable am I!





From the wretched dilapidated tenements to the soiled manicured banks of the Versailles





Hear my cry!





Left to their own devices the gilded wage masters will not comply





Doth not their protestations for my benevolence in pursuit of profits their intentions belie?





Consuming the political necessities for which my consignment to labor citizen couldn’t buy?





Must you have all the pie and I to barely survive?





Anguished prayers to the heavens steadfastly grasped until the guttural sigh





I shalt no more ask why





But I shall fight





Fight





Fight!





Until I die





Let us be tasked





Evermore





In the noble mode





Of the warrior’s code





To the poor and workers plight









	


	





	

		
Balloons Over Ferguson
	


	
	

		
















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Those making $400,000 who are subject to increasing taxes will still have their: housekeepers, drivers, cooks, dogwalkers, valets, landscapers, personal trainers, personal chefs and more; while there are millions of ordinary Americans who are struggling to put a roof over their heads and food on the table.





 





 





The Republican Party has moved much too far to the Right. Following the philosophy of Ayn Rand, and the Free Market Economics of Milton Freidman, which espouse to only worry about yourself. Do your best as an individual for yourself.





 





No one should be made to feel the least bit charitable towards another fellow human being.





 





Thus, the economics is everything goes private. No more “entitlements”.





 





Everything is measured by profit and lack thereof.





 





If they can’t make it then they are lazy and therefore worthless.





 





How can their be Trickle Down, when the people who are “down,” are looked at as incompetents and lazy? Disposable.





 





Hence what we have now, which is the TRICK-le down theory, which is the mad dash by Republicans and Tea Party Members to privatize all facets of American life.





 





Any opposition is labeled Socialist, with the TRICK being fooling ordinary Americans into believing that this particular Free Market Fundamentalist economic path is the only way to the Magic Land of “GROWTH”.





 





A path that has seen deregulation of Wall Street and dominant Corporatism which gives more powers to the banksters to gamble recklessly and play con games on the American people. Corporations have free reign to exploit immigrant and foreign labor, avoid paying U.S. taxes, while shipping operations overseas. Wars to become ubiquitous, ginned up sinisterly by a non-stop terrorist fear, emboldening growing state sanctioned spy apparatuses. The one for me and none for all hyper-competitive economy paves the way for the oligarchy to pay off the politicians and control the political process. All adding to a rising and devastating income inequality that suffocates the American dream especially in our black and brown communities. Communities that are being preyed upon unmercilessly by predatory police forces that have imprisoned more blacks than were slaves at the height of that “peculiar” institution and more than Stalin had in his infamous gulags. 





 





A trail that has encouraged banks free reign to gamble, recklessly, and ask for bailouts when they “go over the cliff.”





 





When the tax-payers who were responsible for bailing them out need a Jobs Bill? So sorry! We don’t have any money for that! 





 





Don’t you realize we have a deficit problem?





 





A road that has revealed unions and worker movements for basic labor rights to be under a vicious and sustained attack. Labeled as”thugs,” by the higher-ups in the economic hierarchy, workers are taking the brunt of the economic pain caused by Wall Street. So sorry we will have to take that pension you worked your whole life for.



A slippery slope where Immigrants are used like pawns to bring down wages and benefits for Americans across the board. Simultaneously being portrayed in the media as the enemy, while all the while no concrete solutions are enacted to hold businesses responsible for exploiting them. The reality is that corporations and the rich prefer the status quo to the alternatives; as it provides a easy path to a Race To The Bottom Wages and Benefits hammering of American workers.





 





Why else would companies move overseas? U.S. Labor laws do not hamper the exploitation of Chinese and other foreign workers in faraway lands. Lands where the exploitation is excluded from the corporate advertisements. Corporate advertisements that speak to illustrious patriotic grandeur on the Fourth of July while pocketing more gold traitorously than Judas could have ever dreamed of. Immorally these corporations even stoop so low in this Frankenstein Monster economy to use the exploding prison population as workers to even further fatten their gains. A magnificent sham long running show to maximize profits.





 





Who cares about “GROWTH” when they cannot pay their rent or are hungry or working at a job that can only sustain them from week to week?





 





I have never experienced in my life, a starving human being fed GDP numbers, interest rates, nor the LIBOR, to quench his hunger.





 





The CAPITAL in Capital-ist is not distributed fairly and never will be. Unless their is more of a willingness to help provide fair wages; and dignity to workers: and help for the poor: disabled, veterans, and senior citizens, and stop the police assault on our black and brown brothers and sisters while looking the other way at massive Wall Street crimes, their will still be great inequality in this country.





 





Our society will always remain an unstable and explosive compound as long as political power is vested in the masses and economic power in the classes.





 





In the end one of these powers will rule.





 





Either the plutocracy will buy up the democracy or the democracy will vote away the plutocracy. Democracy aims at equal opportunity; plutocracy aims at special privilege.





 





Like oil and water, the two ideas cannot mix.





 





This is why the social unrest is cresting.





 





We have all seen the Republicans quest to be the Party of No. 



The Congress to be a joke. 



All in the Free Market Frankenstein Monster’s cabal.







Their desire manifested by their Free Market Frankenstein Monster economic neo-liberal ideology to stymie all government operations must be sated and if left unopposed will lead to more Americans protesting and greater calamities to emerge from the consciousness of its “less entitled” peoples as the spontaneous combustion of unfairness balloons disproportionately in the ether.















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My Dog Ate My Homework
	


	
	

		









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My dog ate my homework
 
He doesn't know what he's done
 
He's forced me to defend myself 

With what is essentially a pun

I asked him why'd he do it 

He started licking his butt

It angered me more 

This non-explanation 

For my rut

I yelled at him fiercely 

Coupled with a mean stare

He cocked up his leg 

And peed on the chair

I asked him 

Hadn't I always given him?

Chicken soup for the soul 

He barked at me once 

Then pushed forward his bowl

I told him 

This was unacceptable behavior 

And I would put away 

Forever!

His leash with "Sparky" 

Monikered strap

He jumped up on my sofa 

Undeterred 

And settled in snuggily for 

His mid-morning nap