American Poor

 By Emmit Other

When I lived for two years

In Venezuela

As A Mormon Missionary

I saw true poverty

Cement floors and tin walls and a roof

Raising chickens yourself

And eating them

After killing them yourself

No government that works

And yet I am supposed to feel sympathy

For the less fortunate

The communities ruined by incest and meth

And evil democrat indifference

So when the Ametican poor

Threw up their hands and said

Fuck it

Let it all burn

I think

I have seen poverty

And you live like kings in comparison

And not one

Not a single one

Would have voted

For Trump

So

Pardon me

If I dont

Give a fuck

About anyone

Who voted nazi

A Test of Character

 By Emmit Other

The crisis to come

Will prove American Exceptionism

Once and for all

Americans are definitely as gullible as anyone else

They elected Reagan and W and Trump

Though reelecting him is a special kind 

Of special

But the real test

Of American Character

Is just how well

The Shalls and Shall Nots

In the Constitutuon hold up

The big ones

Biden the ass crack already proved small ones dont matter

Rebels can run for President

Enoluments Clause isnt

Post Office isnt

But the big ones

The First Amendment

The Fourth Amendment

The Fifth Amendment

These are already being challenged by the Leader

Will it be five seconds

Or thirty

I used to never bet against America in the long run

What a fool I was

My money is on five seconds

Stasi To Come

 By Emmit Other

The degree to which someone says

Dont lionize Mangione

Is the degree 

To which you know

That person

Will work for the secret police

Day one

Do not trust them

In any way

For the rest of your life

Notice

How they transcend party

Or generation

The monsters 

Are hidden among us

Ass in Seats

 By Emmit Other

When a man

Like the Bishop in the Bishop's Wife

Decides

Metaphorically

To stick his ass naked out the passenger window

And let God take the wheel 

(In the 1950's

Pre drunk adderol Uncle Molesto Elon)

God may decide

To send a few angels

To smack your ass

At 60 mile hours per hour

This is Maga

And it isnt angels spanking

Legal Warcrimes

 By Emmit Other

Sounds like an oyxmoron

But there is an adoption 

Of the worst element of every culture

Of the frankenabominations that are corporations

Just like Fallen Angels in Hell

Layering clauses and subclauses in contracts for souls

The real demons from Real Hell

Take delight that CEO Killer

Wasnt a disgruntled customer

"we pride ourselves on our brand of abuse"

A behorned United Health Care demon drooled

"we deny coverage from those who are helpless"

There was clapping in the crowd 

"The Ceo Killer was from a rich family

We would never service or deny

Such a worthy person.

The pathetic dweebs we insure

Are goons and helpless

And can never turn on us

Never."

And they all lived

Happily Ever After

Tick tock

Tick tock

The Revolution Is Not The Manager

 By Emmit Othet

I read the most nonsensical headline

Of my entire life

When I read the words

"Lakeland Woman arrested for threatening

Depose, Delay, Deny"

The insurance companies are very nervous

They shouldnt be

The followers of the CEO Murder

Invoke his name like the magic words

One uses to summon a State Farm insurance Salesman

Or the Koolaid guy

"You cant hurt me vampire,

Depose, delay and deny in the name

Of the most high insurance God"

You dont stop war profiteer insurance

By chanting spells to the fucking manager

You all look around

And topple the whole damn system

All together at once

America is fucking stupid

And we have a long way to go

Before we will be free

Before we will be free

See the Spider

 By Emmit Other

See the spider spin the web

They think they are just watching

The quick fly can buzz on by

As the sunlight starts to Ebb

But the fly 

Will soon die

As spinnarrettes slay the plebe

Trump is cunning

Only the fool assumes a thug is a only a brute

A thug can be elegant

He isnt

A thug can be a seeming shepard

He isnt

But he can appear to be a friend to john

Buy him a drink

With a nod and a wink

And pretend he's a part of the con

The fool who trusted him

Will be shredded like the grass on his lawn

He lulls and he sings a lullaby

That the willing will willingly lull

Watch that albatross around your neck

As that Flying Dutchman who stoned the gull