"I’m a capitalist to my bones…” - Senator Elizabeth Warren, D-MA
No, the dumb Don did-ant
“Pocahontas—“ did he?!
She ride elephant
until age 47—
She smoke Wall Street
Peace pipe; She swab red,
white and blue warpaint
from cheek— and confirm:
1/5 Armaho, 1/5 Air Forceaho,
1/5 Marineaho, 1/5 Navalho,
Next Coup Nation code-talker;
capitalist to her bones
Serving the class that owns…
Medicine Woman of Forked Tongue Tribe
Wall Street warrior who get big bank bribe
Hocus-Pocus wise and clever policy wonk
She get in Officers’ Club, play honky-tonk
There her do “Accountable Capitalism Act”
She show white power of money to redact
Hocus-Pocus, very good at sleight of hand
While her stay under Pentagon command
Like Drone Ranger, her long to make bones
Call Hellfire missiles from Predator Drones
Her capitalist blood-sucker to the bone—
Maybe green-washed war not her own?
Solar-powered carriers and electric tanks
War profiteers call shots with big banks?
Talking points, finger-wagging at CEOs
$election end—War stay…talk goes…
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