cheek oh Cris, cc, i know America has plenty of good folk.
(Originally a second comment and first reply to Anglo American poet cris cheek on his Facebook.)
Oh
no, i kno America has plenty of good folk, i am not really bashing
'america', but the teaturd astroturfed Koch brother Stockholm syndrome
brainwashed trailer-trash and wealthy racist scumbags like The Donald,
that claim America as this paradise city
on a shining hill that slaves are happy to live in. 'And, isn't it
great, wasn't slavery great'; with all the satirical energy of Amiri B
my all American hero.
As
we witnessed with the emotional O'Bama rollercoaster, if there's
someone speaking sanely, everything will not go back to ten times worse
than Bush II times. I pray the spirit She is that made me write with
hands across this keypad, hears our prayer from her one true son and
creator of the AIPS all island poetry slam in Dublin ds - to swirl the human
souls within the foolish greedy legal counters trying their openly
hardest so, to force four more years of repugnicon brainwashing and
bullshit of the electorate's consciousness, and that by s/he they get
woke up, by the words of those with the intelligence to adequately
ridicule and paint with words the truest satirically accurate picture/s
that connect with the electorate in the way one's 2008 start of writing
in America and dress rehearsal with O'Bama, did. When Good America was
loving and victorious.
So
happy and relived was i a poem came with 'not a jot of wind to stir the
leaves / this hush November night / only fourteen silent ghosts from a
gaol down the road / whispering of slavery and subjugation / inequality
and doubt / that the freedom of humanity's inalienable / democratic
right / to believe this love now in Kilmainham / John MacBride and
Pádraic Pearse, / Thomas Clarke and Éamonn Ceantt / is the poetry
unfolding on a cold November night // Con Colbert, Joseph Plunkett, /
Seán Heuston and Willie Pearse / who move within the canopy / dissolving
tyranny and fear // James Connolly, Seán MacDermott, / Michael Mallin
and Rosa Parkes / faced on a bus in Alabama / Little Rock - Arkansas /
and on the day of execution of the life but not idea / blah blah
doggerel, dondulldo Swords vomit. Good luck, adieu, may we all live long
and get to shit on Donald Trumps wig and wipe our ass with Ted Cruz's
birth certificate. Slainte.
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