Though A Democrat

Though A Democrat prose poem

Uploaded by Matthew Harris

Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
indubitably, favorably and certifiably
with minimal pandering soliciting
uber voodoo yawping woos

socially quintessentially obviously markedly
consciousness brakes alignment
defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,

hidebound Democratic
fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
slated to challenge incumbent Republicans

all to quickly accused,
sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
eyeopening ex post facto

harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p’s and q’s
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,

and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
“The Peoples History” –
me strongly endorses

(authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
atrocious, calumnious, egregious
glaring ignominious knowledge

jackbooted, mandated, predicated
on blind trust, essentially billeted
charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation

favoring pandering “pork” via
pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
sputtering, grousing, and hoo’s

flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,

(loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
today yields genuine boo’s
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
he renegged promises

made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
(sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
sneezing Schnorrers
spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.

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