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An Open Letter that Kinda Rhymes to Our Ring Leader and Country at large
Not a poem
Thank a veteran, prank a politician. Avenge a violated kid’s innocence by killing a priest with unkindness, with God’s direct permission.
Take a knee or actually stand up for what you really believe in. Be willing to listen to someone else’s idea of liberty and justice without calling it treason.
Not all criminals wear — or are black — in fact, some wear mostly blue and are as white as you or I. So when you tell me every cop in every city is out to protect and serve, I’ll reply by telling you I got a bridge I’m selling, for you to buy.
I love this country, but I’m no dummy. I’m 39 percent Cherokee, so I don’t trust the government being in charge of our guns or our money.
Dear Mr. President, come smoke a joint with me and let me pick what’s left of your mindless self absorbed brain. Discuss with me in-depth every petty theft and great crime behind your fortune and name.
What’s really fueling them tweets, are you sure it’s not cocaine?
I won’t say your name, no matter how much you’re paid your lame and there’s at least 51 percent of the popular vote behind me that would say the same.
