Posts tagged ‘Vote’

September 2, 2018

let our government fix all of your problems for you, because it can if you believe it can, believe, you pay for it

“Minnesota has a progressive income tax with rates that are among the highest in the nation. Property and sales taxes are also above average.” –smartasset.com

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i want more officials voted into office who want me to do better for me by me, through hard work.
that said, bigger things dont
necessarily mean better things, plainly.

my mom says dont help.

(i dont want to be labeled or seen as unusable–i have hands, feet, & a head, like most.)

more bloat, more unhinged, more confusion, thanks Chuck Todd… And CNN… Their ads…  
my television and your Facebook tells us so.  gives me something to fear about today.

QUICK look over there:
more taxes, more need for unnecessary, IT’S necessary–we make it so, so…

but come November forget what we charge you to be in charge of you and remember to vote to look good not feel good.

(i think i can do anything, or most things, when i think i can do those things.  irregardless of production or support. )

still throwing money at something
without a plan is still throwing money
at something without a plan still: blue solutions = bigger institutions.

when you fail to plan, you plan to fail, so many have said.

i want local politicians to stop talking
and stop taxing and stop spending on special interest and change
the size of the potholes on my Midway block,
change the size of my American made pockets and pocketbook to bigger, and less empty.

(i have a goal and lists and chores that could use it. :))

yet many worry about how someone in a white house might do something that the media says is such and such and that is not good, you must obey that thought and act on it without question…  but it probably wont happen. very unsure..

you know the guy down the street in charge of the town wants to have you pay him more money, right?  his buddies up the way want to gather more bucks from you to give as gifts in their honor to their voters to keep them in charge…  you pay for that probably.

tho maybe your tax dollar flies overseas
for things you dont believe.
tho maybe those taking have unknown friends
with no sight of the end. IDK.

could use space, could us paper with faces on it as well to better my community, my yard, my rental, my commitment, my family, my potholes–like the ones i give you.

i want to change my life for better every day–i try,
with every dollar of my time it takes, then those
around me will be better themselves too,
with their time the same. just good old fashion trial and error.

i have a plan.  plans…
capitalist for hours and minutes, optimizing my abilities and resources.
even if one is anger or disdain or confusion.

could drag just about anyone and their name through the mud.
that’s easy. thoughts of what was.

and usually when i ask for handouts it’s into a mirror with silent facial expressions,
usually i can find crumbs, water, and hope.

usually when i ask for handouts i dont ask, i ask but it’s remote.

So here:
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July 27, 2014

Things just concern me

Vote for Logic,
put Robots in Office.
Mandatory polygraph tests
for candidates assuming the role…
Don’t fret though,
I’m partial.

They say ‘follow the leader’,
and ‘to each their own’,
in unison,
broken record on dusty gramophone-that old.

Tupac and train-bridges,
Como and El-P,
at the corner market,
buy fluids then flee.

Child yet full-grown.
Can’t say won’t.

Rationality and realism postponed
… For gold,
by cold souls,
hard-truths thrown like stones,
you know.

One asks questions;
starts trouble,
causes problems,
-Iconoclast-
the ground rumbles,
and is labeled
Fast as on the double.

Then you forfeit all.
No more missed calls.

C’est la vie
“That’s Life”

Caught between wrong and right
and day and night;
and delight and plight.

I digress.

My friend,
I’m all right (spelled right).

Things just concern me.

May 30, 2014

The Death of Dinkytown

Consorted constructs
Moving,

Pressing forward–

View the new rubble of Old Dinkytown;
One can witness history’s deconstruction firsthand.

Cars, trucks, dust, dirt and trash,
Catalyst set in motion for cash.

Landmarks traveling by the bucket load
Motives directed by greased-tainted plans
Structures confound
Expats return to these unfamiliar lands

Sidewalk seating on patios
Leisurely sitting patrons relax
Hotels and High-rises impose
On storefronts that won’t last

Coming up from the ground
These trite hollow dwellings

Capitalistic stories in stories;
Transparency of circumvention, they remain—foretelling.

Few set about shaping a city of many with their money, their interests, and their greed.

March 21, 2014

Conscious Continued

On the State Level:

What is Freedom without Oppression?

 

Sunday liquor sales we don’t mention

Exclusive capital through resource retention

Taking the environment without apprehension

Marijuana is off the books because opiates pay pensions

 

Then we walk with hanging heads

Then we eat what we’ve been fed.

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Paper collection friendships

Corporations part of a faceless community

But they have our president’s holy graces*

Existence thriving in high places so astutely

 

Their tree bearing tainted fruit

That is only being eaten by the ignorant and aloof.

 

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As I am:

 

Taking the bus to work

Wearing same dirty old shirt

While not putting on airs

Not pretending unawares

 

Liars hold more account on the politician’s ear

Forsaken bent sinewy grotesque and clear, yet standing tall they still appear.

 

***

The trains roll through the station

But my Amtrak is late

Here’s to frack mines devastation

The passengers will wait

 

This one has been delayed

On to better days

Money rolls in, they can’t differentiate

But we must remain

 

Priorities not for minorities

A lesson in disgrace

Haven’t read the history

But what’s important before today’s date?

 

One could tell a story

And call it reality too

One could fly a sign

In hopes of attaining food

 

Desk sit forty hours

No wonder why I’m rude

Don’t count the flowers

Straighten up that rebellious attitude

 

That’s all.

 

This is local-

They appear global-

 

What about America?

What about global hysteria?

 

*Currency

March 20, 2014

Sunday Sales MN.

Sunday Sales Minn.

 

Money for laws

Committed to economic treason

Artisans are hurt

While they are in full season

 

For Sunday Sales

Legislators and Mark Dayton

Minnesota Municipal Beverage Association

Citizens lacking choice; frustration

 

Remove hired heads

That won’t change the situation

Hands tied fruitless lines

Paid off by Corporations

 

Now I ask you one thing

In this democratic nation

Who makes calls on freedoms

The aristocratic alliances or the faithful patron?

 

Prove me wrong

Make this right.

July 31, 2012

Completely Consumed/The Human Problem

Your choice matters.

One day at a time-every moment counts.

You will know at a point.

 

It will be a sharp pain.

Like the first time you put a needle in your arm.

It will be noted.

It has a special charm.

 

Sedated smile.

 

In December when the heat goes out.

In July when the AC stop running.

Appreciation is funny.

 

Smile, appreciation is funny.

 

laissez-faire obsession.

Careless martinet.

Impeccable maladroit.

Remembering everything to forget.

 

Architect of abandonment.

 

Highly, effectively, useless at this juncture.

We can have lunch here, brother.

 

Displayed at the zoo, for all to see, fool.

 

Stammer-howl-drool.

 

For all to see,

 

-Fool!

 

We need this! (They stand yelling from afar as they throw you raw meat)

Deal, eat!

 

Cocaine cleanliness.

Your coffee before my nap.

This doesn’t work out.

 

That’s how I feel.

 

We have nothing to talk about.

That is what we have in common.

 

Freshly shaven, hair-cutted bum, sitting on a sandy beach.

Dead and covered in money.

No problems in the least.

 

And you talk at work, as your house sits vacant for all emptiness to see.

 

And some pages are never painted with the light of day

And some people don’t think marriage is gay.

Ridiculous trees.

 

Humans have got it all figured out.

-Over and out.