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Walk the Walk

They crowd around their leader
unqualified, unfit
Vying for some action
all chomping at the bit

They’ve given-up democracy
their morals are all gone
Instead they honor Donald Trump
a two-bit, traitor con

They don’t want an America
with those who aren’t White
They’d rather burn it to the ground
and threaten that they might

They’re homophobic bigots
and condemn those who are trans
Scared of life, scared of love
they punish them with bans

Like preachers, they quote scripture
hang crosses from their chains
But then deport small children
far away, alone, on planes

The MAGA base is poisoned
hating all that’s not the same
Then praise an unfit moron
who’s a fool and has no shame

We won’t give-up our freedom
our vote, or right to talk
Together, we will march as one
resist, and walk the walk

The Interview

Written By:  D. Collins 5/7/25



Mr. President, you have a bitcoin run by your family.

Wouldn’t that be the definition of selling prestige?

You went at Hunter Biden claiming that’s what he did.

But you’re putting dollars in the pockets of all your kids?

 

 

You want Canada and Greenland to be your accomplishment.

Yet, rundown and deport those not of Caucasian descent.

The World has color which shines so beautifully bright.

That means this country will never again be Lilly White.

 

 

Mr. President, are you there?  Are you hearing me out?

This ain’t about red states down in the Dirty South.

I step to you because of my bewilderment.

As to why I pay more for drinking Heineken.

Igor needs a bigger lab XI

With women he likes to cavort
And conquering them is just sport
Since Trump likes to rape 
Girls might not escape
And everyone else he’ll deport

guilty by tattoo

Though opposed by federal court
Trump’s sport-like media report
Features flights at night
With head-shaven blight
And the hog-walked men we deport

What slave asks for anything more
Than a rave in El Salvador?
With expenses paid 
In dirt they’ll get laid
While six million bucks pays our whore

Wishing lane

“Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.” He said,
Filled with milk and honey but overwhelming his expectations - he feared,
Finding peace and solace in its feel of evermore candor-not for-yet made for-in plentiful, he cheered,
Until I sought no more in its unparalleled enchare.

Out the door she gushed and out his heart she made deport,
Staring across the open door, across the hallway with his heart implode,
Laying waste to the mask which clots his eyes afore.
I implore to thee, whose eyes are that of a doe, 
Sing into my ears once more and ward off my fiery foes,
Dance with me once more, oh how I MISS YOU so.

GO, NO STAY

GO, NO—STAY

Deport those filthy illegals, go call the cops!
But not the brown losers who are picking our crops
We won’t tell them to go
Who else would stoop so low?
And it would cause inflation in our grocery shops

April 21 Serio Comedy 2024 Elections

The election of 2024
Presents an existential choice
Which old white grandpa dude

Both past their prime time 
Do you support for president?

Friendly, grandpa 
Who has been president
For the last three years?
Presiding over a decent economic expansion
Amid war in Europe and the Mid-east.


Or the former chaos president

Facing multiple court cases
Owing settlements for fraud
Sexual assault and defamation?

Who promises more chaos
And retribution against his enemies
In the deep state, and media.

Calling them all communists
As if an international communist threat
Was it still a thing?

Promising to deport 
Illegal aliens
And possibly withdrawing from nato
And other alliances,

and impose crippling tarrifs 
on all imports? 

Yet to his supporters
Has been anointed by god
To vanquish his enemies.

or vote for RFJ, JR
or Cornel West
or Jill Stein
or the libertarian candidate 

or just boycott the election.
staying home in disgust.

Sadly, that is our choice
On election day.

Those who read for

You still expect more running after all works
Seeking for freedom at random to be castoff
You become aliens ruthless mindful of gifts
You care not about blood, the urge for justice
A mask on your eyes and face you wear giving 
Nothing to ALL but to selves. You aren’t keen
on making a nation, advantages you crave for
You merely send ill-reports and help to deport
Souls confine wills upraise and preserve lions
I aren’t afraid of you. Let them know that I’m
Aware of your dangerous games. I surpassed
The “I” and I have become “You” and “We”
Yeah, let them not doubt about my fight for
FREEDOM and my faith in the human race.

Dark Water Swimmer

Dark water swimmer

If I were a deep-sea diver, I would swim to the Azores
were the water is not so cold; meet up with dolphins
that remembered me from my time on ships when
waving to them from the deck
They would feed me sardines since I’m too slow to catch
anyone alone
When I meet a tiger shark, I will bow my head, show
respect and call him my lordship; messages will be sent
“Don’t touch this man, as he is not a seal.”
I will go ashore in Madeira, get drunk in a bar and when
they arrest and try to deport me, I will tell them the sea
is my home, and they will take me on a helicopter and
push me back to my forever home
This will be witnessed by all creatures of the ocean, who
will say: “Now look, there swims a hero.”

Civil Discourse

Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.        
                                   ~ Emily Dickinson

Good words anoint, ill words kill 
                                   ~ Florio


It's said that sticks and stones break bones
   but words can serve as weapons too,
so wield with caution what you write
   let civil discourse have its due. 

A finely crafted turn of phrase
   will prove more winsome than a harsh
phillipic or a raging rant
   that drags one's soul down like a marsh. 

Are not our writings most effective 
  when our readers wish to read
our inner thoughts, instead of feeling 
  whipped by some ill-tempered screed? 

When I hear thunder's crash, I flee 
   from lightning's sharp, injurious ray -
I hear your thunder, not your words
   As though you speak a mile away.

I'm not promoting caged emotions;
   ire and outrage have their place,
but when the missile shrieks, there's few
   still left the message to embrace.

Written 21 Dec 2021

Windrush

Windrush

The windrush scandal has me incensensed, the way they treat people because of their skin they wanted  to deport them and take them away  To countries they could well have never even been.

Britain  had urged them and cried out for help then shuned and treated  them like scum. They must have wondered why they had bothered to come . 

As time went by their children grew older and had children to . Who got on with their lives just like brits do .Until the day when A letter came their way. Telling them they didn't belong and that they couldn't stay.

Then the police came along and took them all away to  be locked up when  they did no wrong and told their families to move along !

Some of them got put onto planes and flown to a land far away. They had nowhere to go and no home of their own.All they had were their possessions and a cheap mobile phone ! 
 
One wife decided enough was enough , she wouldnt loose her husband and fought  against the law. The government decided that the evidence was poor and decided they could stay.The rules were changed and they were free again to live another day.

George Floyd

I
I tried not to mention the crime
Siblings, it is high time
America stopped self-flagellation,
Self-hate, self-abnegation

II
I feel for him, brother George ("of the earth")
I came close, but saved by a different birth
To feel the accusing eyes: "Me, the evil one"
Only because I stayed in school, joined the run

III
Black America wants to drive, play ... like us
Tired of fighting for a seat, decades after Rosa Parks
George Floyd is a hero for having lived BLACK
A remnant yells, "Deport the upstarts. Send 'em back"

Humane Heroes

I hear it from across my river view-
the echoed horn of Metro-North's rail train.
At early dawn, I sit and wonder who
is going to the City to sustain
essential duties- heroes so humane-
those doctors, nurses, aides, to lend support,
along with first responders who deport
to hospitals where Covid patients bide.
There- they at risk help stay day's death report;
own fearfulness of sickness override.


April 9, 2020

~HM~
Contest: Brian's Choice 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/08/2020

Note:
Metro-North trains go through the Hudson Valley
along the Hudson River to Grand Central Station in 
New York City.  Because of the Coronavirus, they 
run on a limited schedule for essential employees 
who work and are needed in the Metropolitan area.

Avslag

I looked out of the window it was all cloud and fog
I looked into my email and found have got an avslag 
My picture is blurry said it in the report 
With all their might they want me to deport 
By now  my soul is sitting thinking at the airport

Senseless Census Interference

"I'm from the Census Bureau," I said
"You're from the U.S. government, I dread"
     So I asked him his name
     He replied, "Putin-tame"
~ Ha! I'll have to deport you, all the same!"

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