Nationalists (a poem)

Nationalists The blind patriot is now a parody, A joke that lives, Walks and breathes, Among us, Pestering us. Yet was never one of us, Was never a human, A person, But always a monster. Lingering and trolling about, So in a manner that the even the vulgar blush. What poison they are to ourContinue reading “Nationalists (a poem)”

Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)

Rebels Lead The March of History! Do not forget, It was the rebels who brought forth our days! And do not forget, the people who learned, But got little praise. Stupid is a condition, Ignorance a choice, So stop the idiotic voice. So cheers to the rebels, Who died for our better days! And peaceContinue reading “Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)”

Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)

Perfection Is A Waste of Time You can’t go to hell if you are already there, And perfection is the death of art. The pursuit of perfection, Is the birth of mediocrity. Mediocrity can be no one’s muse. But perfection is tedium, Soulless and tedious. These words to the wordsmith, are trivial repetitive garbage. SoulContinue reading “Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)”

Underground Radio

In 2118 all music had been made illegal 30 years ago by the Administration. The Administration had decreed “Music promotes diversity. Diversity is the enemy. One nation, one race, one people.”

Bootlicker (a poem)

Do not mock me! Do not! Do not! For I am a man, And this my woman And we be not beasts, damn straight! We’re just monsters, deplorable sexists enabling fear monger flag waving. But stop being so mean to us! We have feelings to. But we ain’t afraid of no snowflakes, that’s why IContinue reading “Bootlicker (a poem)”

Keith Ellison Should Resign

Keith Ellison has been accused of domestic violence and the continuation of his campaign will not help the progressive movement.

Socialism (a poem)

Socialists Filthy depraved minds we are, Daring to see women as equals, To see race as a tedious thing to feud about, To see that liberation is an all or nothing game. Wanting to see each child fed, Each human housed, Every belly full, and every need met. How dare we ever take up armsContinue reading “Socialism (a poem)”

All Be So Pleased In Rebel Faith

All so pleased be me Of muse and pleased be faith that bore no fruit. And yet you cannot trust my words, you cannot do so for under the tenses this rebellion is what shall be true to fight for honest right and honest rank. Truth in honest and faith fought for the good work.Continue reading “All Be So Pleased In Rebel Faith”