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do you think it’s funny
hilarious, haha, a joke

how a billionaire’s money
is enough to make him an expert

on how to put his hands 
around your throat 
until you choke

how your taxes should be spent
and who should be sent away
to another place

to disappear without a trace
sold into slavery
or worse

to another time
when people were schooled
that rich white men ruled and 
everyone else was 
easily fooled

where women stayed
in the kitchen all day
preferably naked
and always ready to play 

nobody was welcome
unless they could pay 
their five million dollar
fee to stay

does it make you giggle
when our president
rants and raves
stomps his feet
and holds his breath
until his face
turns orange

says that only he
knows what’s best
for the billionaires
because quite frankly
no one cares about 
all the rest

everyone must bow down
lay down 
stay down
or get put down

orange marmalade
like fentanyl laced Gatorade
breaks the spirit
numbs the mind
until you find
you’re on the floor

too weak to
care anymore

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