Defeating Tyranny
This is how to overthrow tyranny:
elections by a free people who care
peaceful transfer of power
alternative media outlets to counter brainwashing
decreasing the size of government
ridding a society of mandates by unelected officials
stopping demonization of average citizens
halting massive monetary corruption
short of divine intervention
this is how it is done
it is difficult~ many obstacles to freedom exist
that will try to maintain power:
a biased dishonest media
a bloated bureaucracy
an oligarchy of the defeated who want to retain power
unconstitutional judicial power
Nazi style thugs who like to commit violence
it is a tough row to hoe
no guarantees that it will work but
if enough people care it might work
If God is the Gardner, and He is, you know,
He wants only the best fruit from His children.
The good in goodbye is a tough row to hoe
but God's the Gardner and I'm content to know
there are wild weeds too in the hell of hello.
Planting seeds in good soil is what God's skilled in.
If He is the Gardner and He is, you know,
He wants only the best fruit from His children.
July 19, 2018
Slippery Dick
Laid a young chick
He discovered sniffing some snow
Candyman Jackson
Wanted more action
And thought pills were the way to go
Flipping the bird
Cosby concurred
And maidens fell in a row
But Trump was so horny
He settled with Stormy
For an hundred grand blow
To avoid such strife
Spend nights with your wife
Although she's a tough row to hoe!
Guns don't kill people
But bullets do
So keep all your guns
But make bullets taboo
Restrict cartridge sales
Like any jet flight
With proof of ID
& registered right
Limit each purchase
To registered guns
Make mothers happy
With long-living sons
Bullets kill loved ones
& people we know
So give every shooter
A tough row to hoe!
I love the stories my granny will tell
From a much more simple time
The way she met Papa and in love they fell
She worked at the five and dime
Then there's the one of her driving lesson
Flying down a winding mountain
Her mom needed anxiety medicine
Eyes were closed and counting
Pictures match the stories of the time and place
Her high school years occurred
Blonde curly hair and an angel face
The trouble that she stirred
Throwing pies at the boys outside the window
In her home economics class
Such innocent mischief, a tough row to hoe
Poodle skirts, long socks and sass
She was a working woman for American Airlines
Full time job and mother of three
Well put together and looking so fine
Photographs for me to see
I love how she dotes on the love of her life
Such a handsome man was he
After a couple of dates, destined to be his wife
The start of my family
He is there again, the Cardboard Man.
I’ll drive away as fast as I can,
Or maybe I’ll throw him a single buck.
If I’m out of change, he’s out of luck.
He says that he will work for food.
I’d take his challenge if I could,
But I fear that this could be a scam.
He could be a convict on the lam.
His sign says he’s a homeless vet.
Surely there’s help that he can get.
One who deserves our admiration
Should not be abandoned by his nation.
I carefully avert my face
As I wish he’d find another place
To display his misery and woe.
I have my own tough row to hoe.
How much can one lone woman do?
My cash is short, resources few.
In fear and shame, I drive away.
May he live to beg another day.
Written 10/22/11
A no. 3
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