Populist Poems - Poems about Populist

... Come Ye all I must feed My gall with bile As a narcissist Enthroned as populist To efface you in your face Constantly relentlessly there Everywhere and wherever you look With pills......

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...Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along... as his stronghold diminishes. Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts to revea......

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...Ruffling the feathers Of your expectations. Rilke to the left. The portrait of Alf The back of my left ear. What unconscionable theives, These Time Czars, Where we live with the scars, As joy......

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...Rip my spirit from my soul abuse my brain for total control teach me lies with a smile rule me to force a bow addict me with AI never a human friend mock and laugh at the thought of sin drug me......

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...If you can't beat him, indict him If he goes up in the polls, convict him If he is more popular than ever, imprison him If he will win by a giant landslide, murder him If he lives on through his ......

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...Abundant wisdom appears to be lacking Behind the halls of our venerable House. Could it be our seers are slacking, Drowned in the spittle of an untenable grouse, Even now as our country falters? ......

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...He was born with a gold mine in his head He was raised seeking the lead He grew up wielding the arrow Chasing promises of tomorrow He was praised for his liberal views And his courage mad......

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...As thirty-eighth Brazilian president Messias served, As a far-sighted and populist his name he preserved; A vocal opponent of same-sex marriage, abortion, He stood for family worth and affirmativ......

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...What if he passes away at the age of forty? The servant who was the backbone of society Female self-esteem protector He interacted with the people and listened to their joys and sorrows. ......

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...When a nation cries, death rides the reaper is a stride, the loss of reasons in a Ludacris season, where men of nations think they can control the population, the feminine wild, bound to a white popu......

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..."Do you listen? I am a star I watch you all, though I am far For centuries, are in my view Whate'er different people do I know the world with no human No religion, race ......

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... This is How (the Dastardly Deed Went Down) Brown shirts, black boots Shaved conscience, paramilitary spooks Marching turncoat lockstep to the Bennie Arn band, fo......

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...YOU HATE THE CANDIDATE! You hate the candidate! He is a populist demagogue – dangerous, deranged and despicable! You did it to yourselves! You developed a “southern strategy”, reduced your o......

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...Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism. Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously. Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently. Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta pot......

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... Listen to the chumps, listen to the rubes, screaming that democracy is going down the tubes But every wise guy knows when the fix is in To put all their money down on the one who ha......

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