time to get loud

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

by Tony Naef
At first, we thought it was a joke or a gag.
Never thought this clown would ever get his hands on the flag.
But then we caught wind of what the people were saying,
and that's when even the atheists had taken to praying.
So tell me now, mister "President,"
when was the last day you went without an incident?
It's been too damn long that we've been hearing your rhetoric.
And all your party's ever show is their support for a heretic.
Tic, that's it! A bloodsucker with hair.
I mean, I don't mean to be mean but how can you not be aware?
Cause when we had W. Bush, we thought we'd seen the worst.
But then came along the sing-along America First!
So jump forward four years and four buckets of tears.
It's not funny anymore and he gets worse every year.
"Hindsight's 2020," yeah, we thought of it too.
But you sure won't be laughing when he comes after you.
Now look, I'm not saying he's the boogieman.
Cause he won't and can't boogie and he's barely a man.
Besides, "man" here is irrelevant. Anybody can do it.
Changing your sex, gender, paradigm, or construct is all about how much work, love, and effort you're willing to put into it.
Now was that too much? Did I make you uncomfortable?
It's just that I tend to get pissed when I'm told we're unchangeable.
And I'm not perfect either, I've got my growing to do.
So if the disease is fear, then the cure has to be Us.
Working together.
No exceptions.
So I refresh the page, as I refresh my rage.
Victims of every color and often underage.
The smartest move for me would be for me to go on a diet.
Limit what I digest to get some peace and quiet.
Well fuck that, no thanks, I say it's time to get loud.
Throw some skin in the game and make my mama proud.
I was the child of three nations before the age of two.
Did I forget to mention that I'm an immigrant too?
Well this is not my America. It's not the land I was promised.
And I'm wise enough to know that it will never be flawless.
But a good place to start would be to try to be kind.
At least that's the part I try to keep alive in my mind.
What's that? No, really? You think it's best to be rude?
Cause we won't take shit and live in servitude?
I stand for your right to be wrong, and hell, I even respect it.
And when your luck runs out, may you have time to expect it.
But we're sick of him blaming us.
Tired of them framing us.
And POTUS's tantrums playing out like he's in his own personal Bankrupt Toys R Us.
But I'm done now, cause he's not worth wasting the day on.
But just in case, I'll write it down for him in crayon.

Submitted: October 22, 2020

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sprinkly biscuit

I'd have used accident instead of insident just saying !!!
Nice piece.

Thu, October 22nd, 2020 12:14pm

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