Democracy we the people have birthed you.
Democracy we have nourished you on the backs of cheap labor.
One million acres to the Washington estate.
A deposed African prince picks cotton.
Democracy you have put 15 wealthy slave-owning men into power.
The rest waved their rebel flag, I'll tell you what.
Democracy why are you so intent on marketing yourself?
Democracy why do you think you can be worn like shirts?
I admit my shirt reads I am democracy.
Democracy, I am NOT democracy.
I am revolution.
I want the blood of the rich to fertilize the Dust Bowl with its rugged individualism.
Democracy Hoover should’ve done more.
Democracy why do you heckle me with the first amendment but then send me to the Soviet Union under sedition acts for criticizing your incompetent government?
Democracy why can’t you and communists lie together as strange bedfellows?
Democracy why do you abhor monarchies?
All should live as kings.
But no one dare wear a crown.
Democracy I hate your slums and suburbs and the reaganomics that told the two apart.
Democracy why does the lower middle class pay 90 percent of federal taxes?
Democracy when will you elect me as your president?
I bleed monthly and my diet consists of beans and tortillas.
Democracy don’t judge me for the contents of my colon or kotex.
I can’t stand your electoral college.
It will be the end of me as an Independent candidate.
Democracy when will you realize that what you’ve done then is what you’re doing now?
Democracy the economy that runs your capitalist society is in trouble again it’s just as bad as 1933 the dollar’s down dow jones we can’t fuel this war on social security and deficit spending I don’t want my children’s children’s children to be in debt because of your crusade to spread your venereal diseases politicians thirsty to indulge in intercourse with the courts and congresses rule with a militant fist trying to wedge yourself in between the sticky sheets of the middle east and oil refineries fighting wars for god only knows proclaiming how glorious you are I have seen the height of your glory it started in 1964 but even that wasn’t enough to hide your hideous history’s injustice toward the very people who trust you to govern.
Democracy am I a hypocrite because I live under you?
It’s true I wouldn’t be able to legally bear arms if it weren’t for you.
I wouldn’t survive in another century.
I’m revolutionary and psychopathic anyway.
Democracy I’m putting my bayonet to your throat.
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SNAAAAAAP g :)
Woooot!!! wooot!!!
loved it, love your wording and the rythm of your poem, always a great read, go phishie!
holy mother of troy! yeah, its fantabulous, you know that already
Awesome poem very far out.
So groovy. You snapped. ummm...that was peachy keen.
Cool Beans. Loved your ending line Putting a bayonet to the throat. i wish i had a bayonet. like what you added. WE THE PEOPLE cool add in. Great concepts. Keep up with the goodness. Stay smashing.
U RITE. FUK DEMOCRACY. FUK THE U.S. FUK BUSH. WE DONT NEED THIS PIECE OF SHIT COUNTRY. ALWAYS TRYIN TO FUK US ONE WAY OR THE OTHER JUST AS LONG AS THEY FEEL GUD BOUT WAT THEY DOIN
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