Believer.
Some people will, and some don't.
The will I am.
Is believing in something wrong?
Is simply writing a song?
How many people really believe, that a woman can have a schlong?
How many just sit home, and tweet it from behind a bong?
But they haven't left their homes since covid came along?
Ringing all their bells, while yelling at the neighbors, telling them they are evil because their great grand parents were slavers.
But maybe not, they are quite over the top. Plus my grandpa came from Italy After American slavery stopped.
So there you have it, the arguments upended, there is no debate, it's been suspended.
Not so fast, you have a privileged past, just because of your skin complexion.
Not so sir, just ask her, my family has been poor for multiple generations. We didn't come here on the glamorous trips, or have ancestors on the Mayflower migration.
I just had to clear up, that other little bit, of common misinterpretation.
But the cops don't harass you.
Oh, yes they do.
I was white in a poor neighborhood and location. A minority, as far as I could see, I was nearly the only Caucasian.
Look around you freaking clown, I'm white in a hood of Hispanics, and Haitians.
They are just my neighbors, don't freak out, I'm not their enslaver.
Your whole life is, a victim schtick,
and your reality is a fabrication.
MKUltra Light beer.
Drink this drink,
Think this think,
Stand with anyone that we deem king.
Walk this walk,
Talk this talk,
Adopt our way of thinking.
Do not Marry,
White is Scary,
Democracy is winking.
This is for free,
And that is for me,
It is Socially equal thinking.
Democracy,
Hypocrisy,
The Farming Folk will be king.
The New World Boarder.
The Lord of his lands holds in his hands, the power to feed his family.
Chickens, and Pigs, free range they lived, farmers were growing corn and oats to feed them.
The marauders came, but their attempts were lame, so to the pigs they will feed them.
The purple fence post that mattered the most, was the one that they crossed to meet them.
Borders were made, and graves were laid, when the thieves they tried to invade them.
The circle of life is full of strife, is what the farmers said, while the swines ate them.
Trespassers beware, real borders may be rare, but around here we choose how to make them.