……..Fed up angry mob at a politician’s door, torches, pitchforks and angry words enhances discord; a mob of hundreds stands at his door, tired of being ignored, realizing they’ve turned peace into a whore, her job is to keep people engaged but ignored. Political schemes are deployed, social life becomes hard and bloody as a hemorrhoid; with political flair sociopolitical questions are thrown in the air…. Have your parties been taking care, I know about the black struggle, but are there any Native Americans in here, how about you gays, vote for me it pays, make you the boss and Joe masculine gets tossed, any illegal immigrants we can work on a free exchange, and I’ll throw in loans for easy gains, so what who it pains; now this is America, it should be framed.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: July 18th, 2024 14:41
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments1
Promises, promises... A man for all seasons bullshit. Well writ.
Thanks
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