This time that we take,
our occupied space,
the masses are gathered in shit.
There's those on the right,
And those on the left,
And the ones in the middle who spit.
While none can agree,
About what that is free,
The masses still stand there in shit.
Just ignorant blobs,
Of bitches and snobs,
This whole place is falling to bits.
But we all can agree,
That there's some who are free,
The ones who are slinging this shit!
So shut up.
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Author:
J.J. Cooke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2017 15:43
- Comment from author about the poem: While browsing the Facebook a few minutes ago I noticed a post about Trump and his spending blah-blah-blah. Personally, I favor very few in politics, I have no set side to stand on (I feel as though I float above them, cocky? Perhaps but I'll risk it). While veiwing the comments section on said post I read many different versions of "well you should have voted the other way" or "don't talk about Trump like that, he's a good man" all nonsense.. It irritates me. The amount of sniveling little bitches we have in the country, in this world. So that is what this is about in case you can't pick up on that. :) this is also why I stay away from politics; it's nothing but a gigantic gathering of headache and heartache for me. Hope you enjoy. And if you don't well I guess tell your mom.
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Very good. I'm sure both sides of the political spectrum could adopt this as their rallying cry. Nice rythms and beat.
Thank you. I'm sure they could as well but I'm certain they would rather suck a thumb. Lol
You\'re probably right about that.
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