Political Party Poem

No, you're right, everything would be better if your color controlled everything . . .

Political Party Poem, Fragment 1

Stupid uneducated bigots  Always on the wrong side of history Betraying liberty for power  Though to admit, we admire The ruthless efficacy  with which you rule  But We could never debase to Your particular brand of cruelty While y'all whipped and raped chased and chained We welcomed those negro wretches  with open arms  You denied them bonds of family  the liberation of literacy  We bestowed them the fruits  of slaved labor sent North  It is You in red at fault  If only you backed the right elites  This country would know peace,  an end to the constitutional assault

Me?! –NO –how dare you  I posted the #black square I wore the kente cloth When my daughter brings it around I even use they/them pronouns I fought for the Illegals,  I told the raving morons  when they go back to Mexico who will keep your fridge full? My pink pussy hat,  framed on my wall  next to clapping Pelosi in the bigender bathroom stall I was first to drive electric  eat only pasture-raised eggs When I travel to poor countries  I speak their funny little words instead What more could you want? Are land acknowledgements not enough  Must I kill myself  for what my ancestors did? Will that make you happy?

Political Party Poem, Fragment 2

lib : capitaliberalism is the best vehicle to manage resources minimal gov’t serves capital: con  Catch a glinting eye       A spinning coin  always landing face up  Pointed nose Iron collar Devote your life chase Washington, Jefferson Lincoln, Hamilton  Jackson and Grant  Sat atop, Franklin Great men and leaders  Immortalized in Green  Lifeblood of this greatest country  Footnoted —erased,       enslaved girls  framed by the dollar  beyond the rooms, sky clad towers  overlooking parceled  owned developed land,  millions more  growing ~cotton~ Raising children while theirs  grow up nuffin

That’s the past, move on  We’re tired of endless  Victimization  We are Free  A global beacon for Hope Markets and Democracy Where all this excess comes from  where all our trash goes  Who cares Who knows So long I get my fix Sugar, Caffeine Dopamine Children of the Slums  be happy  for the privilege  to produce for me

Political Party Poem, Fragment 3

con con con  con conservative con  congress conservative con  I am            I am  I am       I am                     Conservative!  Salute True  The Red White and Blue This land of man, virtue, and value  Bear Arms, Stand Proud  Guard the genders we know to be Two  through His Light  protect the Children  in Womb  Abortion ok  only post birth  & in Exodus 12:23-32 Proud Proud Proud To tyranny we’ll not fall That’s why we fund  Military 1 trillion:  It keeps the government small

Our forefathers spat at Blue  Our weapons are rights, not prizes To defend our domain from police  Which,           thanks to us,                             rapidly militarizes Red Red Red  We are God’s Chosen People  Noble, Pure, Thoroughbred Through us unfolds His Righteous Plan Forever fund Con and Garchs  fight their Wars,  live their Poisons fulfill their whims,               as God has said on your Land,  on your Backs  til you fall Dead But bootstraps for the children  sat in schools  expecting "free" bread

Political Party Poem

Postlude

Sow poison into land water, food, air, bodies Steal our home and labor, sold piecemeal to highest bidder Sustain your destructive bender At our expense If we behave, reward will come from sky The very life of this planet goes into their system Used, Abused Turned out toxic sludge