Word-Up

The other day on CNN they were still corn shuckin Trumpy’s words apart from his speech trying to pander to the African American voters. Hunnies Trumpy ain’t gonna do this right by anybody unless there is something in it for him. Because he knew how low the support percentage goes for him with your support. So why would he offer up some solutions or talk to people in their own neighborhoods that he drives through and by in his limos?!? And if he did offer up something than he would lose his mostly white, effinA, “N” bomb dropping supporters. He can’t afford to lose his base because his supporters will whine about DT implementing another type of affirmative action because he would be putting your needs ahead of theirs.And they got themselves a jealous bone, dontcha know? Now, see Trumpy works from that scratch my back I’ll scratch yours mentality and since many aren’t supporting him he can at least say, I tried but they wouldn’t listen…and since if you are anything like me once I get into that voting booth, and I had to screen touch that name on the ballot, say for instance by accident, they’d be calling out the National Guard on me, because that voting booth would be turned inside out, tore up, slam dunked to the ground, expletives would be invented, chairs would be a flying cross the room before they’d get that accidently cast vote for him, they would have to get ta me first and I can scale ceilings like gut-damned spiderman….That alleged apology from Donald Trumpy was like someone who doesn’t send thank you notes fer all the shot-gun weddin presents they got & one day they run into you on the street & stumble through chit chat with you and begin the phony, thanks for the weddin gift of assorted gravy bowls and you say yer welcome cause you didn’t give them one, you only came fer the weddin cake, fer the love of no white man, greedy bastards stole my land sakes. His regrettins are upsettin because, sorry seems to be the hardest word. So how does that curdle the milk in yer cheerios today?—©g.a.meeder,2016®

 

 

 

 

 

 

Say My Piece

Say My Piece

i ain’t gonna stop
saying my piece so
you can just
find another way
to disagree with me
because I got
my rights too
you ain’t pullin
your sheeps woolery
over me with
your tom foolery
you blind sided fool

—©g.a.meeder, 2016,®

Written in response to this comment posted to me on Twitter:

“@fireflywriter Yeah Dangerous to fucking little cunts like you Crawl back under your rock commie cunt. We will find you anyway Numbered days”

My Response back:

“Wow, I am shaking in me boots, that is if I owned a pair so,

NO, I ain’t scared of you sumbitches

yer grandmaw needs ta git a hold on you

and whoop yer britches…”

—©g.a.meeder, 2016,®

 

It Ain’t A Happenin…

It Ain’t A Happenin…

they bombard us with

hatred, racism speak

yet some concern themselves

moreso with their potty mouths

which will eventually

evaporate into a black hole

deep into the chasms of space

but some act as if they are saints

with claims, “I could never”

professing virginal ears

but their xenophobic tongues

hang like that third leg

tucked inside of their white

fresh linen underwear

with a stench that

permeates, strangling

the air we breathe

so pungently

when you realize

ain’t no way

that’s gonna happen

they can’t promise that

because leopards simply

cannot change their spots

and that is that…

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®