Deplore THIS

 

DONALD shall reign where e’er the sun
doth his successive journeys run;
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
till moons shall wax and wane no more.

To him shall endless prayer be made,
and praises throng to crown his head;
his Name like sweet perfume shall rise
with every morning sacrifice.

People and realms of every tongue
dwell on his love with sweetest song;
and infant voices shall proclaim
their early blessings on his Name.

Blessings abound where e’er he reigns:
the prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
the weary find eternal rest,
and all the sons of want are blest.

Let every creature rise and bring
peculiar honors to our King;
angels descend with songs again,
and earth repeat the loud Amen.

Please use LOTS of profanity
as you vent your righteous anger
against your new president-elect ,
your Lord and Savior,
the windswept Wizard of Wonderful.

 

(Don’t forget to bring a Mexican flag to your riot ☺)

 

 

Hey YOU (with the Lenin Tattoo) !

Communist Party!Dedicated to the agitators of Oregon.
We all want you to secede, baby !

Let it BURN while you feel the TRUMP.
(I hope Soros pays you well for your efforts).

Here’s some one-man backlash
to the whacked-out blacklight
of the whitelash blackout.
So don’t try to whitewash the knockout, blockheads.

PS: Good luck smashing capitalism along with other peoples windows and heads.
You have caused me to replay one of my greatest ConnectHook hits.

Militant Marxist Farts

Yet digged the mole, and lest his ways be found,
Worked under ground…        (Henry Vaughn)

Hammer and sickle

Angry young militant Marxist Farts
who riot on, in fits and starts
about class war and revolution
(demonstrably a failed solution)
rather than pitied should be scorned;
their websites tapped, subscribers warned.
Such talk begins as plodding fodder
dull as lead—yet even odder:
people read this wretched dreck!
Patriots need to hold in check
their pawn-shop plans to topple kings
they talk a good game, till it brings
armed madness, rage, the peasant wars
thugs and riff-raff looting stores,
death-camps, purges, civil chaos
union dues, returned to pay us
bloody end to a treacherous story—
guns for butter and guts for glory.
Mao’s red flowers, Trotsky’s pick
Stalin’s bearhug—lies as thick
as honey dripping on a corpse.
Centralized control that warps
a free man’s mind. And yet they find
their audience loaded, pumped and primed.
In spite of numberless essays
the true believer bucks and brays
hee-hawing on, in Maoist jargon,
urging buyers to the bargain:
shining paths that lead to graveyards
strewn with texts by Marxist blowhards.
Endless screeds by tenured traitors :
dialectic masturbators…The Red Wedge
Marxist dullness has its edge.
Boring—yes, but forms a wedge
to split the status quo in factions
gaining time to plan their actions.
Arm in arms; so sad it tickles—
hammering plowshares into sickles
battering bewildered readers
(propagandized bottom-feeders).
Red conjecture never softens
pounded in like nails in coffins
though their pipe-dreams burn away
when exposed by light of day.

Communist theory rings the blows
to forge the chains. The movement grows.
It’s lengthened, strengthened, link by link
ensnaring those who’re prone to think
they know what’s best for rank and file,
propagandizing all the while.
Agitating Marxist praxis
forms their struggle’s central axis.
Starry-eyed, they sing the anthem
plotting mayhem. Yes, I grant them
zeal, devotion, earnest madness…
but their ends begin in badness.
Brooding hate is their only god,
biding time to shoot their wad.
Nip such notions in the bud
before they blossom into blood.
Point them out for what they are:
faceless dupes of future war.
Worst of all: they’re as predictable
as their theories are inflictable.
Gaze into the hole of history
comprehend the tragic mystery…

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Grief Counselors & Prison Cells Available for Leftist Losers

 

Hey all you Leftist crybabies—

wake up and smell the TRUMP. You were resoundingly defeated, in a completely legitimate election, sorry to say. Bigger voter turnout than ever. Brexit, anyone? No reported incidence of voter fraud so far. Cry all you want. Go out and march. Chant your lobotomized chants. Throw things, riot and use LOTS of profanity in your pathetic social media posts. If you want to agitate for civil war I say bring it ON. GOD is against the Satanic Left forevermore. Even if you try to eliminate all who oppose you (like your commie associates did in China, USSR, Vietnam, Cambodia, Cuba, Peru, Google some history, idiot), God Almighty will STILL be against you forevermore. Deal with it. Become a peaceful atheist citizen or convert to Christ (or Buddha or whatever) while you still have time. Until then, I pray that people who have some minimal respect for our constitution and civil law will wipe the street with your sorry selves. Go to hell—or get SAVED.

“Hey Hey, Ho Ho— Commie Scum have GOT to GO”

Until this is resolved, I will continue to write POETRY.

You can read LOTS of my poetry HERE at ConnectHook.
Be blessed. Read poetry.

TRiUMPhant Limericks

hillawitch

By your witch we’re considered deplorable;
but we love our new king. He’s adorable.
We have learned, from your spite,
that your souls are not right
and your media truly ignorable.

Your Facebook posts, laced with profanity
reveal minds on the verge of insanity.
You got trumped—while we toast
what you suffer the most:
unforeseen presidential calamity.