Pinkies and Stinkies
That pop you hear
is just another can of pin worms being opened
by the disgruntled the entitled the privileged
complaining about what they think they lack
while ignoring the many things they do or could have.
They cluster together in a bait ball of perpetual misery
(of their own making)
pointing stinky middle fingers
at anybody that doesn't agree
with their funhouse mirror philosophy...
In the (mean) time they grow fat off freebies
courtesy of (term limitless) pinkies in government
using the stinkies to divide the masses
while taxing the crap out of the working class
to perpetuate a two class system made up of
sheep herders and sheep
with a big blue collar hole in between....
and as long as the stinkies are miserable
the pinkies have gotten what they want
and will continue to fill our blue collar noses
with the rose colored snot of their bad intentions....
and that buzz that you'll soon be hearing
is the last of the sheep being sheared.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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