The Dump    

They brought their

shovels and buckets

to the polls

hoping to fertilize their dreams

of a great amerikkka…

He was gonna drain the

already murky swamp.

But he just backed the Trump

truck up

and dumped out the

remains of the stank billionaire

septic tank

back on them…

And us.

Now trolls

lurk behind

bogus websites

spittin’ fake news…

We all paying dues

and singing the “I told you so”

and “I didn’t know”

blues

His crews of Robins

ain’t givin’ back to the hood.

They just wearin’ ‘em

thinkin’ they gonna ride off unseen

into some privileged sunset.

Naw, but not just yet….

The manure is bubblin’ and boilin’

while the rest of us are toilin’….

That golden toilet seat’s about to glow real hot.

Keep on tweetin’ to distract what’s already fact.

But ain’t nobody going for the okey doke.

Your ass is on the spot.

It’s about the inquiry.

And they’re lookin’ deep into that closet

where all of those cheap suits

made in China and Russia

distort the vision.

Pile up all of that malarkey

so we turn our heads away

‘There’s no collusion.”

Just your ties to the oligarchy.

Kick it to the coal miners

diggin’ deep for your benefactors…

While they wheeze

“I can’t pay my bills…

I need affordable care…

not that

Obamacare…please!”

Throw a roll of paper towels

to the masses

for us to wipe our asses…

We goin’ up in wildfire smoke

as our livelihoods

are flooded.

We over here workin’ to

keep a roof over our heads

when storms and mudslides

are blowin’ ’em off

and you down in Florida playin’ golf

Tax breaks for

cronies and corporate raiders

stockpilin’ the goodies

Like toddlers at the kiddie park.

Yeah, they gonna trickle it down alright.

Pissin’ dollar signs in the snow

while we waitin’

for our melting bank accounts to grow.

You see, they brought their

shovels and buckets

to the polls

hoping to fertilize their dreams

of a great amerikkka…

He was gonna drain the

already murky swamp.

But he just backed the Trump

truck up

and dumped out the

remains of the stank billionaire

septic tank

back on them…

And us.

It’s time for some…

justice.

 

Copyright ©  2018 by Colin “Steady” Rock

Colin “Steady” Rock has been writing poetry for more than 50 years, inspired by the great Amiri Baraka and Haki Madhubuti aka Don L. Lee. He joined a four-person poetry group called The Dozens during the early 90’s and blessed the mic to snapped fingers at Brooklyn’s Blue Moon Café, Sisters Uptown Bookstore, Barnes & Noble, and other New York City venues. “I try to be consistent and steady while indulging my passions and my interactions with others. Poetry allows me to express my feelings with jazz beats going on behind my words.”

1 COMMENT

  1. 50Bold…get on board and take hold.
    No need to think you’re getting old.
    Don’t buy that talk that’s being sold.
    Live your life with fervor
    into the years they call gold.

    Ase O, Gracias, Obrigado, Ashukran for publishing my poem.