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Jamie Jarrett Dec 2015
Along comes a baby
So innocent and pure
No imperfections
Or problems to cure

Now 5 years old
It's time for an education
If your child shows resistance
We'll get them on medication

The government curriculum
That's what you need
Take away your individuality
We'll plant the seed

There's no room for critical thinkers
Not in our schools
We'll all stand together
Ridicule them as fools

What we need is grafters
Just intelligent enough to breathe
50 hour working week
And a job you'll never leave

For this you'll be rewarded
Of course you will
A life full of debt
And a never ending bill

You can retire at 70
We'll give you a pension
Now do as you're told
Or you'll be getting detention
#sad #life #thoughts #feelings #society #change
Brent Kincaid Oct 2017
I want to sing songs of peace
But Congress broke its leash
And some nasty snarling curses
With their eyes on the purses
Of a nation of slothful dummies,
Grafters, liars and rummies
Who either had some con game brewing
Or had no idea what they were doing.

This is the story being written now.
Ask any Republican to show you how
Reagan took away people’s rights
And they give them up without a fight.
If you just paint lies with the USA brush
And the fools bow down in a big rush
To let movie stars and corporate thieves
Tell more lies for the dunces to believe.

It’s a sad story, almost Dickensian
In which America’s men and women
Keep thinking we can stop the madness
And end this national reign of sadness
Begun with Reagan and running until now.
And expecting the GOP to show them how.
The GOP subjects them to more slapping.
The fools don’t see, relief will not happen.

It hurts the soul to see this horrific fate
Threatens to take down our fine old state.
“We need no foreign enemies,” some cried.
“Our downfall is coming from deep inside.”
Still some stupid voters with little sense
Keep pointing to Chump and to Pence.
There are still a few human rights to burn
By a voting block that never really learns.
One day
that'll all belong to you
and what will you do?

Dad
he says
without hesitation
as he looks upon a century
of total devastation,
I'll fill in all the cracks and
rebuild the two up two down
council housing shacks,
if it didn't work the first time
it could do this time
or we'll all be doing hard time
in the state-run penitentiary.

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