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Category Archives: money
Hay For The Royal Horses
The villagers stood around screaming, “The village is burning” and there they were, standing around looking at the fire doing nothing but screaming. “Put this fire out now!!!” they demanded of the King who, far off in the distance was … Continue reading
Posted in america, american dream, animals, beer, collateral damage, democracy, drunk, Edward Bernays, empire, farm, farming, farms, fear, god, government, greed, history, human rights, humanity, ignorance, life, money, oil, Olive trees, Palestinians, people, poem, Poetry, poverty, propaganda, refugees, short story, taxes, terrorism, travel, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, West Bank, working class, writing
Tagged America, american dream, Bush, Clinton, farmers, farming, fire, horses, human rights, humanity, kings, Obama, poem, poetry, Propaganda, queens, short story, taxes, tradition, Trump, truth, war, war tax resistance, writing
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My Father Is Like America
He tried, is what I tell myself. He was dealt a shitty hand in life, he had a horrible, deadbeat father and a crazy mother and he had the best of intentions, and he wanted to run away from his … Continue reading
Posted in alcohol, america, american dream, capitalism, child abuse, collateral damage, dreams, family, father's day, government, greed, human rights, Iraq, money, Occupy, poem, Poetry, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, violence, war, war tax resistance, working class, Yemen
Tagged alcohol, alcoholism, America, american dream, capitalism, domestic violence, father's day, greed, money, poem, poetry, violence, war, working class
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March For Women
The President isn’t the disease he is but a symptom. The disease is not new, it is not worse now than it was a couple of years ago or a couple of decades ago or a couple of centuries ago. … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, bigotry, Black Lives Matter, capitalism, collateral damage, death, democracy, drones, empathy, fear, government, hatred, history, Howard Zinn, human rights, Iran, Iraq, IRS, Israel, Kaepernick, money, murder, palestine, Palestinians, poem, Poetry, police, police brutality, poverty, racism, refugees, sexism, slavery, Syria, taxes, Trump, Uncategorized, war, war tax resistance, white privilege, women's march, womens rights, writing, Yemen
Tagged Afghanistan, America, capitalism, Genocide, greed, howard zinn, human rights, iraq, palestine, poem, poetry, poverty, slavery, sports, taxes, Trump, war, war tax resistance, women, women's march, womens rights
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Mother Earth
There might or might not be a “God” there might or might not be an afterlife there might or might not be ‘good’ and ‘evil’ there might or might not be a reason that we’re here there might or might … Continue reading
Posted in blood, capitalism, climate change, collateral damage, Dakota Access Pipeline, DAPL, death, democracy, earth, empathy, empire, environment, flowers, god, government, greed, hate, history, hope, human rights, humanity, Jesus, love, money, nature, oil, peace, poem, Poetry, rain, religion, revolution, taxes, trees, truth, Uncategorized, violence, war, water, Yemen
Tagged blood, DAPL, death, flowers, freedom, god, greed, inequality, life, money, oil, Peace, poem, poetry, poverty, religion, revolution, trees, truth, violence, war, wealth
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Road Trip
Billboard after billboard too many to count mile after mile road after road state after state buy this car buy this whiskey buy this beer call this lawyer when you get pulled over for driving this car after drinking this … Continue reading
Posted in Advertising, alcohol, america, american dream, beer, coffee, driving, money, poem, Poetry, recruiting, religion, Uncategorized, war
Tagged Advertising, alcohol, America, american dream, billboards, driving, military, poem, poetry, recruiting, road trips
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money
counting dollars 1, 2, 3 signaled the end of unity none for you and 3 for me signaled rise of oportunity ill lend you 1 you’ll repay me 3 nothing in life ever comes for free now ill lend you … Continue reading