The days are getting cooler
as summer starts to fade
Classes are beginning
and Jack-O-Lanterns made
The Autumn winds are whistling
a most familiar tune
They say they’re mailing ballots out
and we will get them soon
They say Trump lost his luster
his grifts have all grown stale
Every venture in his life
has been an epic fail
And now we’re in a pickle
in a war with no end nigh
Led there by a loser
who knows not the what or why
But people are resisting
refusing to back down
Protesting in cities
and in every little town
Because November’s coming
and judgment, many say
the Grand Old Party’s reckoning
will be Election Day
BY ELECTION DAY
LIB MAJORITY SOME PRAY
JUST THREE SEATS AWAY
Zohran Mamdani gets elected as NYC next mayor on Nov 4, 2025
Anti-Semite becomes elected
No longer sin in world gone mad
Embraced, approved and not rejected
A trend that stays - it's not a fad
To be continued
Nov 5, 2025
IN WISE VOTING AWARENESS
Surviving wisely,
Likewise, cast priceless votes:
Reclaiming justice-
Voting power is more powerful
Than mongering injustice:-
More trials lie ahead,
Let’s prepare to overcome:
Victories acquired:-
Yes, most changes do take time:
Conquering time awaits us:-
Present, wise voting
Paves the way for coming change:
Wise voting winning:-
Let not elections be bought;
But won by free priceless votes:-
How can someone say they're not King,
When their actions sing and sing?
How can someone say their free,
When not defending liberty?
A Foreign Mouth Feeds Illness
Republican Today October 11th 2025
Dissertates oath as majority vote elected democracy to speak on behalf of itself.
As of mid-October 2025, the U.S. Senate is dominated by legislative inaction due to an ongoing government shutdown and partisan gridlock. The Republican Party holds a 53-47 majority
Hearing free speech in elected office must be across the entire earth or democracy destabilizes and civil unrest creates war within sound unlent.
No munitions need halt?
All minds require halt
Suggestion of internal document
Mid Terms are loses in gains
Capital gains taxes and reductions
Reductions in privatized expansion
If impulse markets
Markets as attempt to bypass work
Work a I'm ready awaiting labor
I won't be long, I'll just tell ya all this..So you don't get me
Wrong.' If you look back on my writes you will see, when in
Great concern I made prophesy.' I said the generals are all
Bought.' Or In Aussie this would not be so.' I spoke now we need
A colonel, and by God it was so.' I don't care who you' my
Countrymen decide to back.' As long as they are not the
Four delinqient parties, I've got yer backs.' Yet as it goes
With me..An God being true.' I stand with Australia one.. If
That is alright with youse.? I'll warrant Riccardo would be
Truthfull enough.' And he knows how to tough it when things become rough.' Now I cant vote in person that irks
Me a lot.' So could you cast a few for me? If so my thanks you'll have got.' Take back the country.' That belongs to you
As this side of ( the black stump.) Know my heart
Is fully focused on you all true.!
A sad truth is upon its way..! This un-election day.?? Should
This carry through; will birthdays be next too?
Its hard to contemplate? I have to say.! Can an elected
Government of Britain, allow such? For under juristriction they
Were voted in, as law stands.' How can they then deprive
Other men?
Are they in truth then 'not lovers? upholders of law
Based elections; in Brexit Britain.?
The ballot box frowns
As a second slip sneaks in
Agents asleep, their guard undone
This act, their party's loss begun.
In another world, quiet and cold
Where eyes merely witness, and truth is sold
Another ballot box grins with glee
Its smile bought by bribery.
What once was a promising race
Now marred by a missing name, a darkened trace.
A different print, a shadowed twist
A voter lost, forever missed.
No longer a choice, but a staged deceit
A premeditated game where truth meets defeat.
Like a circus without its clowns
The ballots turn, as fate frowns.
Lots of politicians gathered together
Maximising target area
what too creepy
How much do you get for resigning again
You voted a walking beanbag twice
Presidents to Kings wanted
Psychopathic tendencies preferred
Anyone who wants to be a politician should never be allowed to
Selling now
wanna buy
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.
Remember, Thursday, the 2nd of May,
Local, and Mayoral, elections again,
time to cast your vote, time to have your say,
from 7 am, until 10 pm.
Though you may well opt, for a postal vote,
it’s personal choice, it’s your decision,
but make sure your registered, please take note,
check out the electoral commission.
Democracy, is everybody’s right,
that’s why it's important, let’s not forget,
those decades of struggle, the hard won fight,
from St Peter’s Field, to the Suffragettes.
Maybe we, will agree, to disagree,
that’s fine, once I find, my photo ID…
Can we work to be busy? May we do it till dizzy'
Up until 70.' Against a scene of inflation and wage freeze'
To be punished by care home costs.!
Homes sold, still can't defray' all lost?)
Work till the spirits crushed.' Struggle in a system bust
Nuclear family, of modernity, sell your soul to a mortgage
Fee.' Buy a car' it will soon be old..Wasted assets are
The motherlode..Of those who devise the forever wars.'
Yet its your fault people..Thats how its been told.'
Why arn't you happy? And cheering on bold?
Why aren't people in the masses voting on?
The charade-parade. And woke marathon!
My head is in a spin,
My obsession just to win,
I'm driven and I'm mad
All I smell is gushing blood.
I feel I'm in a surreal game
That shooting sort - so very lame,
Where targets pop-up all around,
Nothing ever out of bounds.
What's good for them is great for me,
I'll deftly flatten all I see,
From rabid lawyers to media hacks,
I relish all their wild attacks.
For unbridled as they are
They alone propel me far,
Every moment of every day
From their lips my name they say.
Isn't that just simply grand,
As for every blow they land
Folks just rally to my side
Ferral wokes unable to abide.
I'm a fighter - all see that,
Unlike Joe that doddering dud.
Yes I'm tired - who wouldn't be,
But now the end I clearly see.
With the White House in my grasp,
I doubt I'll even need to ask,
They'll plead with me to take the keys
Given Biden's on his knees.
So while my enemies do the dance,
The time is near for me to prance.
They'll squeal and holler with all their might,
With me cheerleading at the sight.
I'll seal this race and do it quick
By any means and every trick.
Count me out at your great peril,
Not great odds even for the Devil.
Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
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