A poem for 2020.
Tag Archives: covid
Self Reflection and Affectations
What pandemic isolation is making me wonder about myself and how I want to change.
The Professional Protester #35 The Burden of Covid | James J Jackson on Patreon
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The Soul of the Nation Doesn’t Pay My Bills
President-Elect Biden, platitudes will not heal our pain!
Pour Me Another, Me
Pour me another, me. I am my own barkeep now. Make it a double, Make it strong, Make it again, Make me numb. Make me numb to the house I am about to lose. Make me numb to the job I already lost. Make me numb to the fact I cant afford to get sick.Continue reading “Pour Me Another, Me”
Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block
Hello my pen, My long lost friend. I put you in your cup months ago, or was it years? You’re all I have now. These hands have toiled. This heart was broken. These eyes have cried. But still, my pen has ink. The hand that toiled Now wants that toil on the page, The heartContinue reading “Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block”
Only A Coward, A poem
Only a coward attacks with no face. Only a fool takes the time to make an enemy. Only a coward and a fool would ever throw a tantrum about helping someone else. Cowards and fools running amok, literally leaving plaque and death in their wake. We must do something, something now to deal with theseContinue reading “Only A Coward, A poem”
There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid
There is no going back, Our heroes are dead. We are our own heroes now. There is no going back. – There is no going back, The tides are swallowing us, A virus is choking us, Our “leaders” are killing us. There is no going back. – There is no going back, You can’t getContinue reading “There is No Going Back, a poem in the time of Covid”
Your House, My Home (A poem about eviction) | The Professional Protester on Patreon
Official Post from The Professional Protester : Your house is my home, Mr. and Mrs. Landlord.You have the deed,but I have the memories.It might be your property, but it is my life.The living room that you want to sell,That is where I saw our children play,Where I did puzzles with grandma,Where my siblings and I playedContinue reading “Your House, My Home (A poem about eviction) | The Professional Protester on Patreon”
A Hug
A poem in the time of pandemic.
How Covid Killed The Bernie Campaign
Bernie had the strongest ground game of any candidate, the COVID pandemic took that away from him.
Update: Patreon Posts are free until end of Quarantine
Hello Dear Readers! First of all: Thank you for following and bring me past the 250 follower threshold! Hopefully that will be up to 300 soon! 😉 Anyway, as we are all looking for ways to fill our time and distract ourselves from the collapsing world around us, I decided all my patreon posts willContinue reading “Update: Patreon Posts are free until end of Quarantine”