“The Arc of the Moral Universe is Long, But it Bends Towards Justice” ~ MLK
Hold tight this will be a nasty curve
Constitutional Convention
Get ready for a dry fisting
Blue light special
Sadists
Masochists
Pimps
American
Legislative
Exchange
Council
Deadly sins
Discord
Indulgence
Lighting fires with cash from the masses*
Take a beating
Keep on licking
Mothers calling pick up the fucking phone.
*Lazaretto ~ Jack White
The strength it takes to walk a tightrope
Core strength
Fighting for a soul
Soul of a nation
A nation of wounded souls
Souls united
Gather what’s left of our souls
Destroying a heartland
Hunters and gatherers
Heartbeat of a nation
Our leaders have failed the heart of our nations
They have to be accountable
Our last beacon
Even at our ugliest
Hope
Feed it
With a grain of rice
Raise our blood sugar
An injection
Revive the soul
Cracks where the light gets in
Student loans
Housing
Healthcare
Economic Justice
Social Justice
A
1
Word
Statistic
Took my blinders off
Red and Blue
Just like you
My Heart hemorrhages Father who art in Heaven
Open, open our eyes
Remove the Orange stick from our eye
His PatriRot infected our hearts
Red and Blue
Only accountable to The Few
They let a fascist spew
As the hoarders delight
Food?
Housing?
Gas?
Healthcare?
Living Wage?
My better angel weeps
Wall Street is not Main Street
Rural does not a fascist make
And Jesus loves ALL the children
Not just me. Us.
In His Name
Feeling myself
Divide and conquer
Splitting mother fucking hairs
Excuse my french?
Yellowstone
Willamette River
MOTHER FUCKING PAYWALL NYT
THE ENTIRE SOUTHWESTERN US
CHICAGO
Jacobabad
Keeping your eye on those balls?
HOUSING
FOOD
GAS
Whose back will break first?
Our mother who art in heaven
OPEN OPEN YOUR EYES
My words
Still want to taste these lips?
P.S.
DeathKKKult Barbie
You’re not getting that Dough* eyed Vogue rehab cover on this watch
Deep throat that sunshine.
Torn up roads.
Set a mountain on fire
Poisoned fields and waters.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray because
my soul weeps.
Mislead America’s *heart land.
My heart. My heart.
Sits on the side of a road
Sign in hand.
Our better angels
cry
Listen.
Patri-Rot homegrown.
You gave them something to entertain them.
Distracted us all
From the destruction
Of our own.
Words Hurt 