Poem -

Mr. Oil Man Meets The Steel Man's Demise

Biden's Proposal

Mr. Oil Man Meets The Steel Man's Demise

Biden
says
Your beingĀ 
transitionedĀ 
out

Behind
every
Rich
tycoon

are dozens
of blue collar
workers
who
labor
hard
for
12 hours
in order
to
place
food
on theĀ 
table
for their
family
to
eat

When
You transitionĀ 
from
oil
you
leaveĀ 
hundreds
of workers
unemployed
waiting
in
the unemployment
lines
like
the steel workers before

Doesn'tĀ 
meanĀ 
much
though
to
a
manĀ 
from
Scranton
who
lives
off
ofĀ  the
"Quid Pro Quo"
from
the bidding
of his
crack smoking
son

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Being Me

Politicians are the same over here. Buffoons the lot of them! Buffoons who breed even bigger buffoons. You would've thought it a pretty simple thing to do...For the right people... Run a country. All you have to do is keep every one safe. Allow them the opportunities to better themselves. Have provisions to look after the poor and needy. Make sure everyone is treated fairly. That kind of thing. But politicians seem to think of themselves as more celebrity less statesperson... They are not in the game for the good of the country they are in it for themselves. For the power and fame. Which makes them twats. Big ones. All of them. USA, UK; wherever, Twats. The lot of them.

Love your style, Greg!Ā  x

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