SequestrationA Poem by Kenneth The Poetthe fallout from sequestration are fetal cells from menustration
cuts fall like a damaged cervix jobs once safe are now deep-six
there are people existing out there in the boondocks writhing in fear
political parties that are far away can't really understand the everyday
the people who teach, who educate the youth at such depressing rates
are becoming part of the ninety-nine, applications aplenty with lengthy lines
the profession itself can survive recessions, the private side dives
but when the federalists fund the grants, those teachers are gunned,
gunned down into bloody bits all over political bullshit
both sides, red and blue, f**k over the common folk, the dead dog Rover
we are the jury under sequester, what the hell happens after semester?
the answer is now anybody's guess, you may get the job's that the best
or maybe you become a ninety-niner akin to an ostracized social climber
welcome to the new social order that's pushing closer to the border
the border of death, the border of hell, pachyderms and donkeys f*****g smell
worse than the nastiest menustral blood, fireworks that fail, fireworks called duds
so cry it out, cry out those stored tears political fallout has caused deepest fears
the ice has cracked, people are sinking all the while the donkey head is winking
this is the price paid by rancid votes, human rulers are just biblical goats © 2013 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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Added on April 11, 2013Last Updated on April 11, 2013 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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