The Hoosier State hero’s baaaaack-
saving Amerikkka from the woke left!
Hoosier State hero, had you titled your talk:
“Saving America From Reagan Years’ Good
Ol’ Boy Roundups” of local, state, federal founding
father cops, soldiers/alphabet army: AFT, BIA, DEA,
INS, IRS—storming Capitalist Hill January 6th—
I might have masked and traveled to Stanford…
Hoosier State hero, had you titled your talk:
“Saving America From Its Warfare State Fate,”
“Saving America From Corporate Cancer,”
“Saving America From Capitalist Doom,”
“Saving America From The Cult of Boss Tweet,”
“Saving America From Elephant Excrement Every 2-4 Yrs.” or
“Saving America From Donkey Dung Every Alternate 2-4
Yrs.” I might have masked and traveled to Stanford—
I might have masked and traveled to Stanford
had you even titled your talk:
“Saving The Weak Left From Its Woke Self” or
“Saving The Woke Left From Its Weak Self…”
Hoosier State hero, I recall your clever exit
stage right, spirited to safety. Saving Your Ass
from Lynching Right cancel culture—
elegant gallows, freshly knotted noose. Or, was it all
Weaponized theater— ‘Woke left,’ swaddled in
stars, bars, swastikas and white face makeup?
Hoosier State hero’s shedding errand boy to Boss
Tweet rags! He’s donning Superhero duds—tights
and cape. S on his chest for Supremacy—
invisible W ain’t all that hard to decipher… He
flew into the Golden State preaching gospel of
Goebbels—
charred handprints of Dr. Goebbels all over his
talk! And his film, will he title it: PSY-OP In Palo
Alto?
Hoosier State’s hero, LOL at your BIG LIE about
Ol’ Schmo being a Trojan Horse socialist. If he is,
he’s
better than Bogart, Brando, Morgan Freeman, Meryl
Streep, Cicely Tyson, Denzel, Gielgud and
Olivier—combined!
Hoosier State hero, I remember the big, black,
'woke left’ fly hovering on your head during your
‘debate’
with Ladee Blu…It hovered like a ghetto bird with
badges—taking off/landing long stretches as you spoke
I remember scratching my damn head and wondering
what drew the fly’s unrelenting attention to your
scalp? Alas, I remembered the symbiotic connection
between flies, dung—and dead things decaying…
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