Poem -

The Progressive Bourgeoisie

The Progressive Bourgeoisie

I recently 
discovered
wooden splinters
embedded
in my skin
that are
apparently
residue
from
the act
of you
bearing
yourself
on a fictional
cross

I say fictional
as no steel
can actually
be seen
piercing your
body

a symbolic
sacrifice
of sorts.................

Your voice
is loud
and has 
been
so eloquently
streamed
by your well
funded media
Yet the 
humans
Yes real
humans
that you
represent
eat scraps
from their
hands
while
your dinnerware
is of silver
and your
feast
is served
on blue
Royal Copenhagen
Flora Danica
china

Though I find
your adversary
to be equally
repugnant
at
least
what they stand for
is openly
spoken greed
rather
than hiding
behind
Marxist Ideology
 used
as a tool
by Modern day 
Liberal minded Slave Owners
to tame
the sheep

Today's
Social
Unrest
Racism
and 
other forms
of hatred
is the 
direct
joint products
of two
"Parties"
battling 
for control
while
the Proletariat
is left
serving
as a
Pawn
in 
a
game
that 
is never
won
by "Average Joe"................................................
 

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Cherie
Thanks For the feedback.  As you know I have no problem in discussing difficult subjects.  I have distaste for both the Democrat and Republican Parties.  Yes I am more vocal against the Progressive.  This is mainly due to all the nonsense that they spew on the air and the fact that Hollywood continues to force their idealistic views on others.  
I really like neither.  I believe in Libertarian Values and the right of each individual to have freedoms without having Society breathe down their ear.
 

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