There are times that don’t integrate with the racist everlastingness of infinite space. There are moments I want to send Joe Biden into the outer jails of rejection among the leap frogs of French cooking.
I do well at a great distance,
Playing with my fingers
Like jumping beans,
Like Mexicans demanding rights
When there are few who have legally crossed
Jeb Bush says that illegal aliens come here out of an act of love.
So why does Mexico make citizenship so difficult.
Do they hate?
Is hate bad or an act of self-love?
I like Reyes boxing gloves.
I have never beaten a Mexican in the ring.
The word “racism” has become an accusation rather than an exploratory option. It is not an opening for discussion. It is a stubborn condemnation.
The barriers we build are obstacles that we jump in life’s steeplechase. The game starts where ambition begins and tomfoolery is a laugh without lips. It is Joe Biden promising. It is reality rejecting his lies.
Whenever liberals or Obama or Biden say that they want to look out for
I put a metal vest on my back
To protect myself from the betrayal of knives.
Joe Biden serves a black president because he is so white that he is ashamed of what he is so he pulls down a curtain of night and shuts out his own presence to become one with what he isn’t.
Maybe Biden hates blacks. Maybe Obama hates whites. What a bad executive marriage. Unless I am wrong. It doesn’t matter. I am not a politician who is ruining the country.
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