Will Boss Tweet run for
exercise at Lompoc or Leavenworth?
Gift of slavery goes on giving and giving… Gerrymandered,
alligator-armed, fake Führer leaning on the lectern like an
Electoral College countenanced unmasked Mussolini…
Aided/abetted by Fox-box foot soldiers—Boss Tweet— The
Great Prevaricator’s Making Amerikkka Grate… Again…
‘Controlled burn’ of decaying capitalism: Crimson-slippery
Capitalist Hill steps—6 dead; hundreds injured by confederate
cops/nazi soldiers/moonlighting thugs not satisfying a glutinous
Grifter’s thirst for blood…
From lethal huckster/red nose, big shoe shows—
AKA ‘press conferences…’ Lie a minute machine
Running, running, running like some faulty toilet.
Running, running, running like some Super Bowl
team running to win… milking the clock down…
Killing tens of thousands—Maybe millions—in that
Everything about the Fox-box avatar—the hollow, un
hinged hero rings false. Still… he’s
Never mind the Negro news personality crowing
about Boss Tweet appearing “Presidential”—
Bombing hand-to-mouth, everyday people.
Here lies the dilemma of “our democracy!”
If war criminal capers/murderous monkey business of Boss Tweet appeared:
What about Ol’ Schmo? The Drone Ranger? W? Slick
Willy? What about a repenting peanut farmer at
Betcha Boss Tweet never runs for
Exercise at Lompoc or Leavenworth… Wet, cold,Wiki
leak, anyone? The Framers had Mumia in mind…And
time-traveled for Leonard Peltier—And bound-gagged
Bobby Seale! Never war criminals building
McMansions on book deals…Never…
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Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: GoFundMe and PayPal.