THE NEO-LIBERAL SUN

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Rings true

The bell of opportunity

Is muffled

Amidst the current economic troubles

Economic bubbles

We need an economic Hubble

Telescope

Like the Pope

Or Bernie Sanders

Yet the economic conversation

Meanders

Once again

Into gloomy neo-liberal tones

Nibbling around the edges

Will it suffice the health and hunger groans?

I-Phones

To be righteous

To the One

At your fingertips

Corporate Old Media abound

Newer technological sources to be found

Hard Work

Prayer

And Positive Thinking

Soon

Will replace

The Sun

HOOD ROBIN AND THE TRUMPETEERS

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Just in time for Election Day!

MAGA is promoting their newest creation

Rapper Hood Robin

Stop whining about job’s

Get off the damn dole

We gives to the Rich

Robs from the Poor

We don’t care about your health

Or if your children be sobbin

Give the money to the Banks

The Corporations

And Hood Robin!”

Cause I said it one time

Don’t need to say it

No More

Hood Robin’s got the Banks

And I ain’t funding No Poor!

So all you Old Ass people

Fussing ’bout SSI

You had your damn chance

Now its time to comply

Don’t be asking for no raises

Or starting union drama

And while we’re at it

I need the Birth Certificate

For President Obama!

It’s been too damn long

The Federal Government’s been paying your way

Hood Robin’s on the mike

It ain’t my fault

If yo momma’s teeth

Decay

I’ll be building more prison’s

Cutting Medicaid real soon

Stop your whining

Try shoe-shining

Or better yet

A Silver Spoon

My Economy is like a rich man’s

Helium Balloons

See ya later

Alligators

Send in the Foreclosure Goons

Give me your Home

Your Money

And your Retirement Funds too

Hood Robin’s on the Stump

With Donald Trump

Hey!

Where you stepping?

Them’s My Alligator Shoes!

OSMOSIS

Osmosis

A Moses psychosis
A willing force
Precipitated by thee

John Brown
Shook up the town
By demon-strating                                                                                                                               The Master
And how he bleeds

Joan
With gentle moan
Commanded an army of belief                                                                                                                   To military victory
As the “Maid of Orleans”

Harriet Tubman

Carried the secrets of the boatsman

To a journey 

Assisting enslaved women/men

To be free

Doctor Martin

Amassed a civil rights group

That was spartan                                                                                                                          Defeating “Bull” Connor                                                                                                                  Violent police and rabid dog teeth

Osmosis

The inner prognosis

Brings us closest
To the victories

Beyond our reach

 

HIS STORY

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Historical facts are the foundations of societies

Structurally carrying the weight of the dead and live loads

Time has a way of revealing societal improprieties

Dissecting impartially; ideologies and economic, social and political modes

Without the help of any diety’s

Or other dogma we’ve been sold

Past reflection offers sobriety

To the lies we have been told

To the past I offer piety

For your wisdom has been foretold

 

 

Outcast

Rueth the humanly outcasts

No envious transgressions

Shall shadow their path

Traveleth they

As if in a desert

Where water

Like empathy

Is scarce

Thine innate riches stripped to the bone

Guilty!

Of economic hardship

They traverse the region

Looking for shelter

Helter skelter

To lay their weary head

And protecteth their tools

Reminiscing of their titles

As a brave knight

Protecting his sovereign

Dreaming against the dread

Devising the grand master plan

To revival!

As the breaker of the bread!

Water on the downtrodden soldier’s cauldron

 

A Better Day

A better day

Has come my way

From where it came from

Well who can say?

There are no worries

To allay

Or fretful pacing

To undue delay

No thrust upon circumstances

Sure to betray

Or controlling people

Who want things done

Their way

Wow!

Look at the tree!

Such a beautiful bluejay!

Performing a musical virtuosic staccato display

See ya later

I’m off to play!

Flashbacks to a Presidential Campaign

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Breaking news out of the Vice Presidential

Foreign Policy Instructional Intervention

Joe Biden joining with the Middle Class Union/Workers and Poor

To raise their dissension

The winds are howling at the “Free Market” drivers

Who drove the car into the ditch

They’re trying to spin

Through the wind

That we are jealous of the rich

Class Warfare! and Socialism!

Their Anti- President Obama

Golden trumpets blare

Like there’s something wrong with making sure

All Americans have Universal Healthcare

Giving Banks and Corporations

Free reign

Should be the American norm

They will fight you tooth and nail

If you even dare

To mention Wall Street needs reform

Boasting that under their leadership

The economy would be so much finer

But their in cahoots

With Big Corporations

To move American jobs to China

But of all these Grand Ole fallacies

There’s one message

They always put to the breeze

And it is the reason

They want the Presidency most for

With chests a-pumping and

Defense contractors cronies blustering

They are itching to fan

the Winds Of War!

 

Abigail’s Alacricity

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And, by the way,

in the new code of laws

which I suppose

it will be necessary

for you to make,

desire you will remember

the ladies

and be more generous

and favorable

to them than your ancestors.

Do not put such unlimited power

in the hands of husbands.

Remember, all men would be tyrants if they could.

If particular care and attention

is not paid to the ladies,

we are determined

to foment a rebellion,

and will not hold ourselves

bound by any laws

in which we have no voice

or representation.”

Abigail Adams in a letter to her husband, John, in the spring of 1776

Flashbacks from a Presidential Campaign

The treacherous villain that is Bain

As it seeks

Via smiling cheeks

To make the Presidency

Into it’s own

Private Gravy Train

Never mind your hard work

Sacrifices

Blood sweat tears and grit

The money should go to the CEOs

Don’t you suppose

You MUST constitutionally emit

We are the Exceptionalists

And YOU

Are the exception

Just go with the flow

Don’t bother with too much reflection

On this deception

The Founding Fathers

Fact-check if it bothers

Are all on our side

Along with the changing Superior Court Constitution

The rousing American Flag

And frenetic Free Market Frankenstein’s Bride

Trust Us

We all know finance

And how to make a dollar bill

Better yet still

For a small wager in the till

You’ll have a chance to visit us

On our Shining City On A Hill

For a small price

We’ll stop the vice

Of people getting on the dole

Why we’ll be so bold

To toss out in the cold

The very young and the old

How can they dare

Expect Healthcare?

When we need more artillery

Voila!

For Foreign Affairs

So stick with us

Be upper-crust

Oh! and the Economy

Well

We’ll own all the shares!

As we endeavor to Make America Great!

All economic social and political problems

Henceforth!

Shall be blamed on The Deep State!

HOLIDAY SHOPPING

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How jolly I am feeling!

As I toss people aside the aisle

You better get out of my way today

Hilfiger puts me on to style

How merry ’tis the prices

There’ll be no sticker pain

This old chap’s trying to get the last LCD TV!

I think I’ll trip his cane

How joyfulness is revealing

As I wait for them to open the place

You’d better stay away from my iPad Buddy!

Else I’ll spray you

With some Mace!