Courtesy of a Right Wing Blogspot Predicting
a Coming Depression in 2012
Irate Sam
My name is Uncle Sam.
Irate I am… I really am.
You want to make me great again?
Make my military next to none.
Put up walls to stop the Hun.
Have no empathy,
for the poor and weak.
They can go to hell,
with their own kind.
Equality? Go hug a geek.
Must remain white and pure,
Jesus's God is on our side.
Other religions are false,
Filled with egotistic pride.
Our country is so rich and great,
can rule the world easily,
just by being obnoxious and irate.
Money is our power.
What we can earn in the next hour,
is our shining heavenly tower.
The world is our playground,
Run roughshod over rules,
Know cooperation is for fools.
Damn right, I'm irate!
Arrogant, conceited, narcissistic, bigoted, too.
I don't negotiate, I deal.
I play with a rigged roulette wheel.
Machiavelli, Spencer and Ayn Rand,
are sources worth their salt.
Government granted scientific studies,
are to blame; it's all their fault.
Reporters chase a pack of lies,
fill heads with foolish fake reports.
Savvy to their staged views,
conspiracies galore for our news.
Damn right, I'm irate. I am Uncle Sam.
And I'm fighting hard to,
make America great again.
Because richer was better. Right?
Look at me and what I am.
Epitome of Uncle Sam.
Ugly American abroad in the land.
Pry the gun from my cold, dead hand.
Copyright 2018 © Ronald W. Hull
5/18/18
You can read this format my website here.
Love ya!
Jane
Regis
Sandie
country ... irate, we are and ingrate, too.