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Pass Trade Already
Do not waste more time!

It is fire and spit,
thin water and urine. 
All lies from city folk. 
The swamp smells, 
it is dying. 
No new water, 
just the old cesspool inlets, 
all the outlets, blocked. 

Cockroaches running,
for the sides of the room, 
but there is no trim…
to scurry beneath, 
or under. 
It has been removed…
Rotten with the passage of time, 
and lack of care. 

Termites eating “Our” democracy, 
from the very roots to the high bows. 
Crocodiles and alligators, 
government entities, 
joining forces to rule, 
not voted in, 
but brought up…
through the ranks.

Tyrants are not born, 
they are created in the dark, 
by those that are afraid, 
and must build a Frankenstein, 
to match a voted in...
Superman! 

Wake up, 
your party is not well, 
it is in the last spasm...
of complete loss. 
Folded by socialism, 
betrayed by religions, 
coddled ideas...
politically correct,
by the smaller percentage,
Benedict Arnold’ed by Pharaoh, 
in favor of outsiders.
Not of home at all. 
Making way for the elite to rule, 
the small
and take the heads…
from the tall. 

On the fence in indecision, 
burning flags and screaming rights, 
while accepting federal aid, 
or living at home.

The mirror is evil, 
it does not lie. 



Author note: 
I just watched a woman on the news crawling on the ground in Hong Kong for her rights... They are talking about living and dying. Human rights... 
Venezuela is not better, they just stopped talking about it so openly. 
The President is doing a good job for all of us, even if you hate him.

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