NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 16 + April PAD Challenge Day 16: The Last Best Chosen One

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the last bigly best forever president

is a very stable genius, just ask him

"I am the chosen one," he says, looking up

he makes the best jokes, right?

"Trump is doing a very good job," he says

giving himself a gold star and Nobel prize

he is the best at complimenting himself

often in the third person

the last bigly best forever president

thinks he deserves a military parade

Kim Jong-un gets one, so when will Trump get his?

don't care how, he wants it now

the last bigly best forever president

knows everything that is going to happen

he was chosen by God to be the messiah

at least if you ask him

the last bigly best forever president

would not still be in office fucking things up

if Congress had the guts to remove his ass

impeachment means shit

~sly has spoken~

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NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 7 + April PAD Challenge 2020 Day 7 + April PAD Challenge Catch-Up Countdown Day 3: Hey Steve!

Steve Mnuchin, Secretary of Clueless Rich Bastards

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Steve Mnuchin is way out of touch

He thinks twelve hundred bucks is so much

If you pay rent you starve

If you eat you live in your car

Most folks don't have a fat money clutch

~sly has spoken~

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notes

NaPoWriMo: write a poem about a news article

April PAD Challenge: Write a lucky or unlucky poem. Aren't we all ever so lucky to have our big-hearted and insightful Cousin Stevie looking out for our well-being?

April PAD Challenge Countdown Catch-Up Day 3: Write a response poem. This is Sly's response to Steve.

Steve's lurvely wife, Louise Linton, is a real feckless See You Next Tuesday. They're the perfect match made in hell.

Image by Philipp Falkenhagen from Pixabay

I'm just gonna leave this here for reasons

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 16: Break Free of Tyranny

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it seems to me

that for a nation of people

who love to talk about freedom

there were all too damn many of us

willing to trade our freedom

to be under the orange thumb

of a tangerine despot

now it's time

to put up or shut up

now it's time

to take our country back

now it's time

to realize that electing

a rude, loudmouthed reality tv star

with an ego the size of Jupiter

was a really stupid idea

and now it's time

to impeach the sonofabitch

who shouldn't have been in the White House

in the first damn place

now it's time

to fix our mistake

and really make America great

~Sly Has Spoken~

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Notes:

The November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for today was to write a "free" poem. So I decided to move over, Rover, and let Sly take over and write a free verse about breaking free from the tRump tyranny. No putting a fine point on this one. Impeach the illegitimate bastard. 

Yes, Pence is his own brand of awful. We'll deal with him next.

Even more worrisome to me than the fact that Lord Dampnut and the Gentleman Serial Killer ran for office is the fact that there were enough people willing to vote for them that they got elected. Anyone who thinks that we live in a country where racism, sexism, classism, and all the other shitty little isms are a thing of the past is, as Flavor Flav once said, blind from the facts.

Carpe Diem Solo No Renga + Haiku My Heart + OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 25: White

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Note:

This is a poem about my dislike of the fur industry and disdain for those who wear fur as a fashion accessory. It is not pretty, so you may not care to read it.

why do some wish to

stain the white snow red with blood

to steal the white fur?

why do some wish to

stain the white snow red with blood

to steal the white fur?

profit their motivation
their souls are dead within them

why do some wish to
subject the innocent to 
their cold-hearted whims?
the cries of the dying fall
on deaf ears and decayed hearts

stain the white snow red
to line their pockets with gold
all for fashion's sake
fur lovely on the living
becomes ugly with carnage

to steal the white fur
go with clubs and guns and traps
animals in cages
not out of necessity
strictly a status symbol

strictly for profit
from the wealthy and heartless
wear their victim's pain
the beautiful fur adorns
the carcass now lies bloody

souls are dead within
the heartless social climbers
who wear their victims
as adornments draped over
their unfeeling carcasses

~Sly~

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Cie's activist alter-ego Sly Fawkes has been on a tear the past couple of days.

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 24: Breathe the Poison

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Surrender to the charismatic

Greedy, self-serving lies

Of those who would empower

Themselves by climbing upon

The backs of the downtrodden

Who will work for nothing for the rest of their lives

Let yourselves be hypnotized

By the siren song of a life glamorized

By the throbbing club music of the pied piper

Who tells you all you have to do is trust in him

You will wonder what you ever did without him

He is not a self-serving psychopath at all

He is soma for the masses of disenfranchised

Overworked and unappreciated

Ripe for his lies

You too can have fame and glory

If you just breathe deeply of the toxins released

By the Cult of Personality

~Sly~

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Another one from the persistently nasty mind of Sly Fawkes, professional dissenter

Did I already share this song?

Cool. 

Here it is again.

The Cheese Grates It: An Angry Cog

Source: Anonymous Art of Revolution

I was in the public school system from 1970 until I graduated in 1983. I became well aware by the time I was in junior high that they were trying to churn out cogs for the machine. I didn't want to become one of those cogs.
Although my life did not work out at all like I planned and I now work in a low-paying contract labor job and have to be careful not to earn too much so I don't lose Medicaid (I have several serious health concerns), I still refuse to bow down and be a happy little cog dependent on my Soma. I'd rather be an angry cog criticizing the individuals and problems spoken of in this post and trying in whatever small way I can to work for change. I may go to my grave a pauper, but at least I never became one of their kind.

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~

Spoken by a patriot who is extremely distressed at the destruction of my country by demagogues and theocrats.

This is not my America.

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Also visit me at Sly Fawkes and Sly's Free Speech Space

Dump the Politics

This blog was created to discuss metaphysics, philosophy and spirituality. I later incorporated mental health issues into the curriculum. I then incorporated politics, because, like it or not, politics does affect our world.

However, lately I feel as if the political posts have become akin to dropping trou and letting loose in the middle of the living area.

So, I created a bathroom.

If you want to talk politics, join me at Sly Fawkes so we can clear the air on this blog.

~Cie~