Buzz F.E.D. Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Buzz F.E.D.



From the rear
or hit, from the back
a view; of that too…
What exactly can this here
wordy scythed ‘diatribe' be about?
Dressed in blue? Mirrored sunglasses two?
Servants, or are these simply idiot savants?
Will we, give these two; some of this and a
little of that, as they shy away from the
morning's shade and sit with the Sol?
No, that is the opposite of what has
occurred… As these two, are not as
connected; to the essence they are
designed to be connected too… The
energy of a system's sol, and the energy
of your very owned souls… Imagine that!
Your essence, is the essence of a system's Sol!
Theretofore the hold is not that bold, is not
snide is not wrong or right; and certainly
far from either colour black or white or
brown or yellow or blue! No individual
human being is, as far as I know
"a horse of a different colour"!
My brothers, and my sisters
weigh in here and give U.S.
any amen! Blue suits and
mirrored glasses; idiot savants, two
little of this and too many of ‘them' acting
like asps bellowing out of their asp wholes! What
else could be shown all over the "outfoxed news"?
Surely not, a Sol System's essence! And what is fed as
feed? Only the barely dressed mess of messages massaged
into minutia by the minute expressing to the dim witted and
diminutive multitudes of some thirty percent of the U.S. voting
public; mostly middle-aged white women, and under-educated
white men who are all biased against any individual, expressing
any hints of colour holding no tolerance of any others and all of
whom are stilled, and buffaloed, by that slick willy and silly fool
from the Bronx! What is it, that attracts this fanatical creed?
Is if the orange hair? The glass jaw? The diminutive paws?
Those "pussy grabbing claws"? As in Santa ain't after just
cookies and milk! Ah! The meaning, the reasoning, the
answer to the asking; of why this diatribe? Please!
Do your research folks! Find out just how big
of a joke is being played on the all of U.S.!
Who is now the face of the F.E.D.?
And question explicitly just who
personally, and what corporations are
currently feeding, at the coin trough
provided by the corporation F.E.D.!
In one quick review let U.S. suss through
this diss… Three monkeys and several old
donkeys; an ogre, an augur, a grain of salt and
some beet sugar… some ingredients amiss, a few
pinches of pride and a truck load of feces… throw in
all the ill-gained dough provided by "Citizens United"
and what pile of stench has been created? No one knows!
And guess what? You, are expected to "go along with this flow"!
You, are expected to take your extra fifty dollars a week and pray
for ‘the beast' to be kept on its leash! Yall got all of this?
This is what it is gonna be like… get the hint?
You are now buzz fed!

Saturday, January 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: political
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Mclain 27 January 2018

Great poem Michael, .. James McLain

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Michael Walkerjohn 30 January 2018

Aloha James... It has been a moment or two since I last penned a good one... Thanks for the kudos and for the read... How long have we been reading one another? Over a decade or more... IAM a bit down on things at this time... Age caught me and I was not prepared... Well I can yet type... Thanks again Brother... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two

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