twats.
Election promises
Election promises used to be air,
Except now the madman is fulfilling them,
And I think that it is something more than fair,
Because whoever follows him cannot just hum,
There is a burden of election promises to bear,
And you have to fulfil whatever you drum,
Or risk facing more than a glare.
So, I will drink to that!
'He will not divide us'
They have built their fence,
Because dividing people made sense,
The irony of it escapes because they are dense,
And so they continue their virtue signalling pretence,
A cult like chant that does not earn anyone more than two cents.
Not to mention how the division that they protest is solely their own,
They wish to maintain rank and file by continuing to moan,
Yet little by little they realise they stand all alone,
Unable to understand the memes thrown,
Or when Trump support is shown,
They will simply fall prone,
And flee camera zone.
Sleep rhythm
It can easily get out of whack,
Make you so tired you lose all track,
Wish they sold real sleep in a handy pack,
Thus somehow you have to deal with the lack,
Before it gets you buried beneath stone and plaque.
Pretence of love and fake news
Hypocrisy often hides behind the so called mask of love,
It is used to virtue signal that you are morally far above,
That your noble love gives you the excuse to shove,
Lash out as if you had never even heard of a glove,
And your feelings become all you can think of,
Thus it is next to impossible to talk you out of,
Because you are doing it in the name of love,
Even if it means breaking the neck of a dove.
They think it is fine if their guy has the final say,
And narratives of lies run freely in the world of today,
Those sprout faster than facts could hope to slay,
And nothing seems to make them go away,
But those will stop along with the pay,
When none believe what you say,
Thus there is no point to bay,
And even blind see a ray,
To their own dismay,
There is no doomsday?
Truth and lies; which is which,
Who to trust and what to simply ditch?
If you check sources the answer gets easy to stitch,
But even an honest individual will have his preference and niche.
Therefore, we have to lend an ear to whatever our enemies have to say,
It is the only way to understand the views they hold today,
Or if our own views are the ones gone astray,
Suddenly fake news hold no sway,
Wouldn't that be a day?
Reeeee!
For far too long we have stood in silence,
And the entire world has lost its balance,
For our blindness has given them license,
To tear away common sense and science,
And they shriek about feelings like sirens,
Lashing towards things not in compliance,
Incapable to imagine things beyond horizon,
Listening to whispers of would be tyrants,
They remain blind to their own reliance,
Faulty reasons to make others silenced,
Because they reject values timeless,
And spread like cancerous virus,
Sending truth tellers to asylum,
But there still exists defiance,
And frogs become giants?
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Berkeley riot
What we see is normalization of political violence,
And how it is used in an effort to turn speech to silence.
A generation was not taught to think for themselves,
So they smash windows and rob store shelves,
How they are everything they protest,
And their minds are too messed,
To see how they are wrong,
Because they feel strong,
Wearing that black uniform,
Making fear and violence a norm,
And waving flags of failed ideologies,
Oblivious to the long history of failed policies,
Which is exactly why none of them push on breaks,
And the road they embark on is repetition of mistakes,
This is not an hour we can afford to remain quit?
I condemn Berkeley riot.
Salt of the internet
And who are you, the shitlord said,
What memes do you even know,
Only a frog with one up vote,
Is it all you have in tow?
A coat of green or a coat of reich,
A Pepe has never cared for its glauze,
And mine are edgy and rare, quite adored,
Far more than whatever you might post as yours.
And so he posted, and so he posted,
That shitlord from the internet,
But will you kek, or will you bawl,
Will you shed salt for this year?
Yes will you kek, or will you bawl,
Is this your salt for a year?
> This is a parody of something!
Blink
Lo and behold this ink,
No point in pouring it to a sink,
It dried while you were trying to think,
To you the change happened in a mere blink,
And your entire world view now lies before a brink,
So I wonder - for a moment more - do you dare to blink?
The thing is; no ideas do not push bad ideas off the floor,
You are not actually making arguments any more,
And a part of me doubts that you did before,
It is just insults you got in your drawer,
Soon worn and out of the door,
A fate you cannot ignore.
Do you dare blink,
Grab a pen and fresh ink,
And give us something to think,
Will you help yourself from the brink,
It is something you could do in a mere blink,
But it seems you just continue to moan as you sink.
Just thoughts of today?
There is a scent of change in the air,
And I find this whole sensation something rare,
For once - the future does not unravel before my stare,
It is so strange - I cannot get it out of my hair,
I have to wait and simply see where.
So I wish for winds fair,
Free from despair,
Hope will flare,
As clouds tear.
Bleeding-heart liberal
What do you with those who have fallen behind,
Do you look past as if you were born blind,
Because then they are just out of mind,
A question for entirety of mankind,
Where are our values aligned,
Do we aspire to be kind,
Help those in bind?
I wish that I could just look away,
Go on without a thing to say,
But my heart ain't grey,
All ready to decay.
I know wrong from right,
It is injustice I fight.
Soul-selling conservative
What I have is what I have earned with labour,
I have toiled far harder than my neighbour,
For hours my sweat has turned vapour,
No need to worry for my last hour,
As I will leave behind a dower,
I have aspired to be greater.
By what right you come to take mine,
&
nbsp; Force yourself to my table to dine,
When you burden your spine,
With nothing but wine?
I know wrong from right,
It is injustice I fight.
Where are the jokes?
There is one fellow peeved by Brexit and Trump,
And he is scouring comedy clips to a clump,
Perhaps in hopes of smacking rump,
But the result is a bit of stump,
Pouring of drivel pump,
A comedic slump.
They are recycling more than a decade old jokes,
The attempts to discredit are mostly hoax,
It has brought them against the ropes,
And they keep missing strokes,
Silence is all it provokes.
Any real point is buried beneath utter irrelevancy,
Self-castration shields Trump presidency,
Could you say it more eloquently?
So again, I am forced to ask; where are the jokes?
Eiffel Wall
Lo and behold,
A new landmark to be sold,
Something that leaves none feeling cold.
The Eiffel Tower will have its own wall,
Who knows just how tall,
And that is all.
Sweden's Feminist Government
If this government has taught us anything,
It is that there is no greater enemy to women,
Than virtue signalling from a female politician.
This government has only achieved one thing,
And it is clear to anyone with ears to listen,
A grave dug with a world saving mission.
Women in Sweden are bound by same string,
Daily threat of violence and rape without a limit,
The naive ignorance of their state grants permission.
It is the world saving virtue signalling to which they cling,
That prevents culprits from deportation or even prison,
And reduces suffering to mere statistical attrition.
On this path they have cut away their own hamstring,
And tax money gets wasted to fulfil a multicultural vision,
While the same sum could have been used to provide nutrition.
Therefore, I cannot wait for the next election because it brings a swing,
While the incompetent fools will describe it as something chilling,
Because for the first time in decades there might be cognition.
'Dear White People'
Some got their panties in a bunch,
And started to choke on their brunch,
Due to a dose of racism served as lunch,
Many appear to be without slightest hunch,
That there might be a little bit more to crunch,
Before jumping in with your fists ready to punch.
The film of the same name came with nuance,
And without being much of a nuisance,
That nuance might not be truant.
So I will wait and see.
Maybe.
Politics in comics done right?
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