Long Freebie Poems
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Oh, say can you see the land of the freebie
and the home of the ungrateful bleating.
Where borders are blown wide open by vote vamps.
To the glee of coyotes -desperados -the depraved.
Stars and stripes replaced by the heartless-shooting blanks.
Where elitist stick shanks into the faith of good people.
Who're deemed racist for standing for a starry banner... disgraced.
The trinity was tossed long ago into cancel culture canyon.
Were last seen thumbing it down Route 666 in a flash flood.
As the cultists put another bullet in Honest Abe's head.
While looters and rioters and cop killers were martyred.
Working-class stiffs were slit open- bled out from either end...
into the collection plate of the jackass-fascist and Uncle Sham...
Where goodness was woven into the fabric of evil and mayhem.
Upon burning looms of crooked buffoons and bullhorn goons.
In the land of the freebie and the home of the ungrateful dead.
A school somewhere
in the West.
Simply does not pass the
smell test!
To say children cannot
have Halloween
Is not kindness, it's horribly
obscene!
They must be Socialists,
I think.
Dyed a shade of bright pink.
Because all costumes must
be of equal value?
These kinky teachers think
of course, they don't think of
kids as having any fun!
As their Socialist brains soak
in the freebie sun.
Halloween is a truly social,
not a Socialist event.
Not meant to please their far
leftist bent.
Many are grouches about
Halloween.
Let the children have fun and
be little kings and queens!
It takes no brains to make a
costume!
I really hope they change their
child -soul- crushing tune.
10/17/2021
Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas.
Just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs.
Of our bumbling, deeply divided cities.
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail giggles.
Some giant panda bear laughs.
As we brawl over soap and toilet paper.
Cursing God under our sparkly COVID masks.
No need for mall slashings or pressure cooker bombs.
Just plant a few wolves dressed as lipstick lambs.
Have them silence opposing opinions with racism chants.
Watch the media spotlight a mad dog shooter and a rogue cop.
To them, democracy is a demon and only worthy to rot.
No need for new-age Luftwaffe or Stalinist Migs.
To brain spray our safe spacing- I pod junkie kids.
Just fill institutions with naive freebie magicians.
Intolerant-contrarian-purple-headed-anti-Christians.
Watch them brand capitalist pig deep into the skin.
Of the hard-working WOMAN AND MAN...
As elitist Beamers, their way to their fine gated homes.
No need to invade us with a billion red atheists.
Just buy a cheap blowhorn armed with
"Separation of church and state".
Lord only knows how Satan loves a red loyalist hater.
It's so easy to cleave God from our courts and schools.
To hobble our freedom of religion and good faith.
One final note to the enemies of democracy:
Lady Liberty may be battered and cornered.
But in a blink can switch from beckon to blowtorch.
The eagle may be bloodied but still has its teeth.
WE THE PEOPLE have always rallied together.
To serve another, beat down to all of the beasts.
9/8/16
Are you a Mac user or PC?
Do you prefer Justin's or Reese's?
A few times, I saw the movie "E.T."
And I once slept in a teepee
Shouldn't be sleazy
Or greedy
Got to get after it daily, weekly
Monthly and yearly, routinely
You can wish for a lamborghini
But you got to work smart and hard for it, instead of hoping to find a genie
I wore a lot of hoodies and beanies
And scaled many hills and mountains freely
Didn't always eat my wheaties
Just some smoke, alcohol and food that was greasy
Naively
Spent most of the cheese I made rather briefly
Realize, you can't expect any freebie
Or it all to be easy
That's just foolish, whether or not you ever believe me
Don't make an fool of yourself and assume
Anything underneath the sun and moon
That just may lead to your own doom
One day I'm going to visit Fiji
With my lady wearing a pink bikini
As we kick back with our own martinis
Could go on about drinks and food, like kiwis
Sweet Tea
And fettucine
Alfredo with roasted zucchini
But I'd rather spare you that completley
By: Dalton Ogletree
The Old Coaster
I got meself a coaster bus,
To make a motorhome.
I checked it out for any rust,
In it we’re gonna roam.
We’ll check out all the freebie sites,
And camps along the Murray.
We’ll get a coupla lectric bikes,
And take our time we’re in no hurry.
We’ll work our way around the place,
Travellin this great wide land.
Out at St George pickin grapes,
Or packin fruit by hand.
We’ll do some fossickin at Rubyvale,
And we‘ll search for nuggets of gold.
The kids are gone the house is for sale,
Lets do it before we get old.
The Coaster’s looking pretty good,
With most the things we need.
A shower ‘n‘ bed ’n’ cupboards for food,
And a stove, to cook ourselves a feed.
There’s a wardrobe for clothes, a TV too.
And a sink to wash the dishes,
A fridge to keep the tucker cool,
Fully screened to stop the midges.
We’ve got maps and books and mobile phones,
We gave away the goldfish.
Henry the cat has a brand new home,
But it’s our friends we’ll miss.
Turn off the lights and shut the door,
We’re packed and ready to leave.
It’s “AKEBIA” you’ll be looking for,
And our friendship you’ll receive.
__________________
Being on the team that got
Trump elected.
People treat me as if
I were seriously infected.
For being part of a team,
That shares Trump's
American dream!
Of an America strong and
free of government coercion,
And unwilling to be brainwashed into
Socialistic promises of freebie
diversions.
Trump believes in the Constitution
While others cry, " Restitution"
For what?
President Trump honest
to a fault, add humanity, too.
The Democrats won't give
him a chance are you kidding?
They play him the fool~
Like a drunk at a wedding.
The media burns the midnight
oil,
To broadcast truth?
A joke from which they all recoil.
Their goal of course, to cause national turmoil and poison discourse.
It's like a poisonous snake has
settled on the press.
Acosta, accosting a
presidential aide fighting
over a mike.
Acosta, a bonehead who
lightning should strike.
There should be a book
Published by CNN with
a poison pen...
" How we Destroyed the
USA."
It's not a matter of how, but when.
Worse, Trump and family believe
in God, an unforgivable sin.
Why don't his detractors just drink
a pint of cheap gin.
They can't get over the fact that
Hillary lost, much to their chagrin.
Democrats and Fake News create
new lies,
"Impeachment" always~their battle cry!
Oligarchs, Russia and Wiki-leaks,
Well, my fellow Americans,
Their false fairy tales just plain stink.
So now Nadler and Schiff, two
Sterling men sharpen their knives
Let's go over all the President's taxes
Surely there is something he's hiding.
They can't stand success, these Swamp
Creatures, they!
And Elijah Cummings, their new CPA.
The entire Trump family has been
under attack, children included.
How compassionate, the Democrats are.
Infanticide, included.
These wolves on The Hill!
Whose sole purpose in life is to
Decry all the President's triumphs
And wish him~nothing but ill!
The press stretches truth like a
rubber band,
Shameful despicable lies.
America will survive all of this,
We will remain a Republic.
Will remain free, prosperous and
always stand.
Form:
Job Job
Oh beautiful for spaced out skies
Once filled with astronauts
Now budget cuts have landed them
Below the fruited plains
For Amber alerts and waves of grain
Above the traffic lanes
America the juggernaut
Once power to all nations
America the jobornauts
There’s not a job for thee
Above the fruit loops plains
Oh spread your gravy on thy goods
With purple mounted tattooed youths
From sea to shining sea
With turkey, turtles and cheese
And add some ham if you would please
Above the freebie majority
On purple curdled majesty
So crown our good with Crayola crayons
From sea to shining sea
We'll draw pictures for all to see
Of purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plains
So pass the gravy if you please
My country tis of thee