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HematomaUSA, Poverty, PanDemicDon'tPanik (+ other stuff)

 
big hematoma  
black and blue and bruisin'  
too.  
 
Heparin art on a too  
transparent heart already  
broken by abandoner's love,  
then, death of me Child.  
All life goes limp.  Impotence  
way beyond it's reference to  
fuckin' fucking.  
 
Big ol' bruising Life,  
(imagine my suprise!),  
comin' down from celestial highs,  
without an invitation  
without due reparation  
inciting indignation  
 from those who have (to have)  
     no choice but to die in the  
 New and Improved, Plague'Demic,  
      (Updated for 21st century use)  
coming to yOur neighborhood soon.  
 
[  O, nevermind. It's here already Here].  
 
Po'Chumps in the dumpster be checkin'out  
Le Menu du jour.  
 
          "What would  
          Maître d'hôtel  
            recommend  
       on this fine crepuscule?"  
 
"I heard somewhere that 40% of  
      yOur food  is  disposed of as  
                  out-dated  
          into hyper-thousands  
                        of  
         dumpsters all across USofA.  
        What you say to that, Amerika?"  
 
"O, Well. Okay. Then you say that it's only  
          around 35%. Yes. Be that as it may."  
 
Hope I ain't around when it's time to pay  
               the pro'verbial piper.  
 
Shame the way you treat your poor, powerless,  
        (and rather stupid), peasantry.  
( 1% hyper-wealthy profiting off the pain, and keeping  
    a big'ass thumb on multi-million citizens)  
 
So, capitalist america's gonna get more ( and more )  
of what it deserves.......God willing, (of course She does).  
 
How much longer to last?      Does it matter?  
 
( I hate writing this topical shit re: current events.  
 
I bet you hate reading it, too. (EXcept the five or six  
                                               Faithful Few - god bless ye! )  
.
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Published
Author's Note
" Jeez, I missed Buckfast Day! Was sleepin'off a stupor, then Bucky came and went without me. Horrors! I need a drink." - Anonymous ( ruddy-faced in Scotland)
"Hey, noway you can get as fucked up as me, Scottie. Wish we had that shit here".  --- Amerika to (Buckfast'ing) Scots. ---------
~"Buckfast! From Our Monks to Your Screamin' Yobs"~
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