No recent poems in this silly space, what the heck's the matter with this rotten place?
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Once came a nut from Nantucket, to seize power with a great ruckus. He started a riot with his old friend Wyatt, who carried ideas in a bucket. They waited for cops to kill blacks, to start big public attacks. Politicians all froze, held shut their nose and tried to go fast down the tracks. Wyatt dumped out his pail, there arose a great wail and everyone ate a few snacks. Power seized can be kept, so screw all losers who wept, 'cause being too nice only ends up on ice; you lost 'cause y'all are inept. Humans want power & pieces, to spread to even their nieces, but they keep what feels good, just like they could, forget how many folks it fleeces. Common good is but a scam, like organic vegan baked ham. At the end of the day, we all want our way, everything else is a sham.
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