You can’t write a good poem about politics so I write a bad poem because the message is more important than the language and I would like to throw liberals from a cliff like rocks.
The way you whitewash felons
Is a picket fence
In the country and the geese
In the backyard
Are rashes of mistaken forgiveness.
You think that responsibility is a food stamp on your forehead and you send yourself to the White House like an idiot’s welfare letter.
You don’t like income inequality because
You are not equal to the task
Of continuous employment.
It’s not that you are dumb but that you rub excuses
Like your erection beneath a pillow.
After all your failings how did you vote for yourself the second time around like your lies didn’t matter and like you did anything right beside a right turn into a contaminated lake?
Your icon is Pinocchio. You can’t get out of the way of your own nose.
The views expressed in this opinion article are solely those of their author and are not necessarily either shared or endorsed by EagleRising.com