I’m so pissed I’m writing political poetry slams. Sorry if that isn’t your thing. Wonder how long until they get censored? I makes a great exercise, even if the poems aren’t super elegant or deep.

For the Justices:

How much money they paying

To sell us out, all I’m saying

You’re obviously on the take.

Because of the decisions you make.

I’m not a fool

You’re acting as somebody’s tool.

So it’s gonna be an up hill climb

Routing out corruption, when you got no time.

I hope there is a hell for you

Burning with Judas is what you’ll do.

But sure, let’s take the rhetoric down

You’re outrageous and I can’t make a sound?

Fuck you. It’s not going down that way.

I’ll point it out. I’ll have my say.