M.A.G.A.

Four more years of foot shooting…we’ll make it gay again.
Do not worry my dearies …just breathe & count to ten.

Blame’s a game that we know well…we’ve  been hunted before.
We’re repression’s red herrings…not culprits of the fore.

The Red & Lavender Scares…you’ve heard these in passing.
Margins are always aware…of dangers amassing.

We watch the writhing center…sparks leaping for powder.
In shock, we watch implosions…quiet when they’re louder.

Change is born in sideline notes…from edges growth pours in.
Don’t fret & cluck my chickens…we’ll make it gay again.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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