The thing I don’t like about Brooklyn is the population of liberals.
People dying of AIDS and drugs
Who are convinced that their view of the East River
Is the only one.
They are too cocky for me.
They stick their opinions into you like an ideological erection.
I want to hang their self-righteousness from the Brooklyn Bridge.
Never have I seen such a crowd
Who does nothing for the good of mankind but announce
Their intentions to benefit us by rhetoric and chatter.
When I die and get to heaven
I hope that it does not remind me of Brooklyn
And that I am not confronted by Obama behind a teleprompter
Pretending that he is God,
A devil fooling his flock of idiots into burning with ignorance
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