of the little guy, and his millions of brothers, millions of sisters.
They’re Fuckin’ With Us
By GC SMITH
They’re fuckin’ with us
on Wall Street
grabbin’ the bucks
wishin’ us luck
They’re fuckin’ with us
in Washington
flat out lies
ignoring plantive cries
They’re fuckin’ with us
in Detroit
still buildin’ mastedons
askin’ for billions
They’re fuckin’ with us
forgettin' mainstreet
hiding their gains
inflicting pains
Stop fuckin’ with us
you pricks
listen, we shout,
Goddammit, cut it out
Politicians and Plutocrats, hear, heed
we're 'muricans, once we tossed out the King
we just might toss you too
before we're through
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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