Enshrined

A woman? Breasts, without a mind.
And Muslims, we must keep in line.
This is what we have enshrined,
But that's no president of mine.

My America is free.
Her citizens diversity

From every single rainbow shade

Is how a melting pot is made.

Our streets are asphalt, or concrete.

The gold? Well that's hyperbole.

But if you dream to make it big,

This fertile land is where you dig.

And if your dreams don't reach the sky,

And you're content to just get by.

Well, my friend, you've found the place

To enter in the rodent race.

Now we're not perfect, we're not pure.

Like roses nurtured with manure.

We've sins a plenty, best believe,

Just ask the reds whose land we seized.

And marched them to some arid span

And called it reservation land.

Yet more than just the dirt we stole

Exposing this, our blackest soul.

And brought the negroes on the ships,

And kept them under lock and whip.

And it took a civil war

To say, "Don't do this anymore."

What's more, the seldom mentioned guilt:
The Chinamen, the rail they built.
And many more iniquities
Glossed over in in our histories.

So I don't write to wax romantic,
Ascribing praise that is not granted.
Streets of gold, or so they say,
Paved over bones of yesterday.

But still, there's progress we have made.
With some wrongs righted on the way.
Yet now it's something to dismay

We're sliding back to yesterday.

They say, "Now it can't happen here.

So let that clown have his four years."

Did you forget the trail of tears?

Omitted all the slaver years? 

They say, "Now that was long ago,

We've evolved." But is that so?
Or did it smolder underneath?
'Cause look what happened just this week.

White supremacy, emboldened.
The blatant lies we're now beholden.
And Muslims?  Put them on a list?
I really can't believe this shit.

A woman?  Pussy, to be be grabbed.

And dump her when her assets sag.
This is what we have enshrined,
But that's no president of mine.

We love our moms, uplift our daughters.

It matters not if we be fathers.
In these states, there's decency,
At least... well... there sure used to be.

But the land I live, the land of free,

The land that fed and nurtured me.
Despite our roses grown from shit,
Expected so much more this.

It's not our fault, we've too much class.
It's stupid, backward, inbred trash!
They're the ones who bring us down,
Electing that most vile clown!

Their mannerisms, southern drawl,

So much comedic fodder all.
The one who's laughing now is y'all.
And goad us shouting, "Build that wall!"

But don't decry them, not tonight,

'Cause yes we did ignore their plight.
And those that wear the collar blue,
All of us were failing you.

Of course we don't always agree,
That's nature of democracy

But one thing I don't understand,

Is disregard for fellow man.

"Those damn illegals, they're the worst!"
Said as if we settled first.
Yet those with credence to that claim,
Harassed on North Dakota's plain.

A whole religion vilified,
Because a few have terrorized.
And though they be just as appalled,
Vilify them one and all!

With naked malice for the truth,

And rhetoric that has no proof.
This is what we have enshrined,
But that's no president of mine.

I wanna rock now!  I must do it post haste!
The name is the Obz, and I came to lay waste!
Outside of these borders, I'm mostly unknown.
Yet spit fire on mics like the Mad King on Thrones.

Like fire hot and water wet,
A Lannister will pay his debts.
Like owl's wisdom, and fox's cunning,
Know that winter, too, is coming.

Problems only

Problems only, no solutions.
If you want no resolution,
You had best to keep it moving,
'Cause I got no time for losing.

Drowning, begging, "God, please save me!
Send your angels, Lord, please aid me!"
Crying, calling, in the darkness
Of your self-created boxes.

Cut a hole and let some light in.
Say, "I can't! Of change, I'm frightened!"
Lift a corner, it's so easy.
You refuse, claim you don't need me.

Wonder why I even bother.
"Do not preach!  You're not my father!"
Seek attention for your drama,
Save that bullshit for your mama.

You don't want no resolution.
Problems only, no solutions.
Pain and anguish, that's your craving.
Crying wolf, you want no saving!

As you weave the purest fiction:
"Look at me, the saddest victim."
Crying, calling, for assistance.
Helping hands met with resistance.

Problems wholly your creation,
Try my patience past frustration.
Take advising toward relieving,
'Stead you wallow in your grieving.

Ask for help, yet help denying.
Baffle, stun, and mystifying.
'Til I realized that you're lying:
Loving every tear you're crying.

Problems only, no solutions.
You don't want no resolution.
Because solutions, you abhor:

You couldn't blame the world no more.

As for me? I'll keep it moving.
'Cause I got no time for losing.
I ain't got no time for problems,
If you ain't got resolve to solve them.

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Just in case anyone cares, doing that reading in one take was not easy :) also, this is my first piece in a trochaic pentameter, I never did one before not thinking that it was any different that iambic pentameter, but it is. I kinda like the feminine rhymes, so I guess this is me getting in touch with my feminine side? get it, because... each line has a feminine ending? no? poetry jokes don't work if no one understands, it's cause when you end a line with an unstressed syllable it's called a "feminine ending" get it now? ahh forget it, it's not funny anymore

Surplus

It seems I have in surplus,
But I've truly none to spare.
'Cause deep inside my narrow heart,
I simply do not care.

You're asking for assistance,
For rescue from your woe.
And so you bother me again,
I do not wish to go.

Can't you see I'm busy?
Go and call somebody else.
I have better things to do,
Like sit here by myself.

Try to teach what can't be taught
I'm talking to myself for naught.
Mercy vast as ocean,
And I've only got a drop.

Trade

I'd trade with you dude in a sec,
I'd love to be so innocent.
I'd love to unknow what I know,
Return to blissful ignorance.

Confound

Sometimes your rhymes confuse, confound.
Don't spit your lyrics so profound.
Your meaning maybe no one knows,
But no one can deny it flows.

No instruments, so words your drum.
Now lay that beat, da DUM da DUM!
Though with the treble some relate,
I know you're all about that bass!

It's two times ten, plus one, and done.
Congratulations on your run.
At times your rhymes amaze, astound.
Don't spit your lyrics so profound.

Dope

I'm simply the cleanest, you'll find none that's doper.

I met with a rabbi, and he dubbed me kosher.

Quite poss'bly the freshest that you've ever seen--

With none to compare, I'm so fresh and so clean!

Bones

Set places where one's bones should lay;
The pious should not go astray.
But why would locale of one's bones,
Influence where their soul may roam?

Gray

A truth, sometimes, more cruel than lie.
I wonder which I should rely.
This one, which one, best to choose:
From black and white, which gray to use?

Brexas

A diner in Texas serves breakfast all day.
Carolina's are finer, least that's what we say.
A barista in Pisa serves café au lait.
And gorillas in villas scare townsfolk away.

Migrant crisis

They're sending their worst, they're not sending their best.
Rapists and murd'rers at evil's behest.
And some, I suppose, are inherently good,
But the rest of their lot are basest of hoods!

Deport them directly, deport them I say!
Deport them or we may not see 'nother day!
Said one native chief in the breadth of his ken:
The scourge on this land is Columbus' men!

Outrun

There are some things you can't outpace.
Try as might, but lose the race.
Like death, like tax, like light from sun--
Add to running list: my gun.

There are some things you can't outstrip.
Pump those kicks, and pray I miss.
Many tried. Succeeded: none.
Outstrip, outpace, outrun, my gun.

No Muse

The page before me blank and fair.
My inspiration is upstairs.
No muse and not inclined to write,
Why must I compose despite?

QC

Ahh, the place my youth has spurned,
To the QC I've returned.
If not to see my dear ole dad,
I doubt you'd ever see this lad.

Burkini Libre

Burkinis! Burkinis! They're free on the beach!
The freedom to thwart what the lecherous seek.
Lest the whole of the world sink in moral decay.
Burkini! Burkini! To save us today!

Burkini

Burkinis, burkinis are banned on the beach.
Such fabric does put her skin out of eyes' reach.
A woman, her body, should always be seen.
To cover is vulgar, indecent, obscene!

That Dress

The truth of my guilt, I'm compelled to confess:
I stumble my words, oh my GOD girl, that dress!
And the ample soft curves that you poured there inside.
And Vickie's got secrets a lady may hide.