For Patriot's Day Eve, Which Also Happens Be Tuesday After Lunch, The Cosmic Time In The Universe

And There Will Be No Debate Rematch Because #IToldYouSo

Considering how fucked up tonight’s debate was in showing in painful detail what a nation of miserable fucks we have become since Old Rummy Reagan ruled the looney roost, I was reminded of this poem, written while that equally dumb fuck was shitting on our world.

Soapbox

Let me tell you what you don’t do dig

you don’t shitmouth
no dipstick’s God

cause if his God don’t frazzle and dazzle you
with lightning or logic
you gonna find your next door neighbor
with a hammer and a contract
to nail you upside a warehouse door

you don’t talk no politics
with people who vote
cause people who vote
elect all those assholes
they want to be rid of
and they happy to hear
that you don’t so they can blame
their ignorance on you

you don’t talk sex with a divorcee
be studying psychology
got two kids
bruised and bloodied
on the football team

and you don’t tell me I got you all wrong
cause sucker
I ain't got you at all