If I had to fear politics, religion, race, gender, heritage, Conservatives, Liberals, Republicans, Democrats, Progressives, Right, Left and Middle, I would be left skinny dipping naked with no ballock, nor balls to parade my ass-ets prouds. Why wost naught my stripped skeleton, bear the DRAFT of that grim reaper that slayed innocence and gave mankind the War Wrath Wraith that lives forever and forever and even more dead silent. But alas I shriek aloud a Cry I am An American Word Warrior Dying, within ink stains pain death felt America Eagle Talons.

I kneel, for I want to pray for a Civilian Constitution that comes deep within Mother Earth wearing NIKE’s Thunder; asunder that I was, I was born cradled in Earth’s mirth, from hence the seed bared love, bore within Sage Fortitude WordWorth Liberty. Whose forks, be swords bearing words weaving a Poet’s Guardian Word Warrior Creative Independent Declaration of Acclamation that my Poet “WILL”, will never be silenced amidst Autocrat Abject Tyrannical Tyranny.

Now look at this face God gave, and assume it not apolitical $100 Patriot Bill, within Ben Franklin FREE SPEECH PRESS Principles, Founding Fathers Won. Who will dare decide for me , who I am, who I must be – as My Master. That as a YOUNG man, I was required to join the Armed Services that Trump's wealth was able to evade.

That in the AFTERMATH of War my Government Draffed, then demanded, I could not write about war, and its effects, its depressions that stain the entrails in my bleeding HeArt. That I must never question, within a Veterans DD214 won Right within "Thank For Your Service" - can one never again fear, the pain, the stain, those damn depressions, that eat away, eat out my very existence. Do yea dare ask a War Veteran to be mute, deaf and blind, naked as a Jay Bird blankety blank death sentence

You say Be Quiet, is that not what Germans did with Hitler? I will say this, those corpses wore blank stares, where hallow eyes once were, can you smell - smoking faces, can you not stay quiet with these hollow I memories. Picture those Indians children and women being tossed into waste pits like human made garbage, cannot yea wail for ever and more, “This is not Right. This in naught America. Lord, I put a knee of Faith upon the ground, naught to vilify our nation but say America must heal within those words make proud by Veterans say we must again be United States of divergent unalienavle Civilian Governance Civil Rights

That since Humanity birthed its trail into eternity - Political Cain has silenced, God Able children to make them slaves, who must be cloned castes of silent lambs. To be made pawns for endless War's Wrath bearing the Scarecrow of evermore and more tear RIP-ping out fabric intof America' Red, White and Blue folded casket flags,

I BEE BADD for under my bard’s cloak, I have swords made strong with works, machine bullets strength that ricochet adrift syllables in that - I do fear - wearing Nike's.

What, We The People, do not realize is that Writing, Poetry, within the HeArt of a Veteran is therapeutic therapy that letting the words rake the inner core fibers, one can release those damnation depressions. Wherein the dagger point penetration pierces a trail of wrought healing. That in every words stain of pain the Demon poison. is excommunicated.

A Politician, several friends, elected Federal officials, have held sway in power to make one a War Torn Zombie. That Mercedes Benz said, I could not write Poetry at any time even in my onw Home sweet Home that like NFL “Prayers” Today, They owned me, lock, stock, and barrel. But does a War Veteran stay silent to then self-destruct inside a living time BOMB. (Bring On Misery Bereavements) personal explosive destruction awaiting the match that blows silence into living hell being heard - too late.

Do you know what speaking out costs one in America that upon the Internet one is villainized vandalized, and persecuted where emails are censored, cell phone cease to ring, your poetry disappears in Chinese invisible prisons, where in America's “Thank You For Your Service,” you get Verizon No Service in the of 512 Austin 820 exchange, adding on Verizon four numbers, one becomes an American Dea dead cell Poet phone, in Austin's Texas horizon. Dare yea say “BETO Believe, we Veterans, can be better SERVICED by Change.”

You see, what you do not know Sandie, I have been made this American Dead Poet ScareCrow for a long while. That is why so many Veterans kill themselves, because they are made LIVING STIFFS. Made to be quiet Deaf Mute, and Blind acquiescent role model that America makes US. But you see, the saw; helter-skelter kilter there - whiter yea bee comes, bit by bit a Veteran Living Suicide horizontal ghost writer cry. Crying alone quaking choking linen soiled sheets

I will keep my home-r humor satire made Anonymity AnonyMouth keep bee - coming words that muck mocks the political profane swamp rat-pack cast. What wilt thou bare a laugh and stand up in naked comedy as Patriot American?

Upon political pyre stench of time - let Phoenix Cremation flame - enlighten Poetry Etheral Rhyme.

But with imaginary poetic Nike's, I can take that fork into that future that tread marks my UniQue passage massaging medicinal melodic peace refrains, amid Poetry harmonic meditative tranquility.

Ina Poetic NUTS Declaration of Creative BALLS Independence – I can frankly tell one, where to Go.

Yes God, let the Swamp Rats fear the MightyMouth

(PS Sandie: I can write like this, to feel better about myself, knowing my Government does not give a SHIT (Service Hijacked Innocence

If put in a hole that is flooding, does one drown silent, or get some ‘Shout” S-Pain removers?

Have you used Poetic Word “Drano?” Why it clears the head, from all those clogged cemented demented thoughts. Just do not use it on the other end your words will for ever and more be run on sentence.

You see, I respond, when I sit up and do not lay down onto Silent Night Sheets of Dead Poet’s Society slumber.

Excuse my many mistakes, I am not a Republican, and my wallet says, “I am neither a Republican nor Oxymoron Democratic Progressive.” I am a working Camelot Democrat, made in a Draft, to go to War. While Progressive on both sides had the wealth and power behind them to stay safe stateside.

Thank You and I am not being sarcastic for I knew your intentions. But is like when Mercedes Benz Terminated an American War Veteran for Poetry that inspired me to keep going into the face of the Lion’s Den. One cannot win against a Corporate Goliath even if my name is David, and God made me look like a Free Speech $100 spent bill. It would however be nice if they made the reason anything but Poetry. Because in Poet Tree I can make leaf’s flutter in my poetic HeArt that in American HeArtMosphere, I write the cerebral current leaves to my eternal salvation.

I have to say that I would not post or comment anything that is political in authorsden, knowing that this site reaches worldwide to all races and religions.

Sandie

Satire at its best. I think it's time that we empty the swamp that the White House has become.

Ron