..While working for Us DoD,..I was a "Federally Protected Whistle Blower" for over twenty years, ...Ha! what a joke that was,...anyway,.they have been, and will be corrupt,...until we do something about it,...
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RJ O'Guillory Author- Webster Groves-The Life of an Insane Family ----------------------------------------------
America The Prostrate
In a simplistic sort of way, Across a desert lit by the moon. America lay prostrate, Lulled by prosperity’s tune.
Beautiful thing in a world gone mad, Everyone knows the lies being spoke. They spill from the mouths of bankrupt souls, Leaderless people, morally broke.
The globe spins on, a compact disc, Television soothes the planet. Hard drives quietly think away, Politicians run the gamut.
Prostrate pricks, sucking away, At America’s aging tit. Pay up now, or go to jail, They care less, how you take the hit.
They act as if it will never end, The Nazis felt much the same. Fortify your home, your town, These criminals have no real shame.
The knock on the door will surely come, Midnight terror of the state. Theft, lies, fraud and deceit, Social incubators of pure hate.
Hang from a rope, they surely will, These prophets of civic duty. After the riots, the death, the trials, Before these pirates split the booty.
Plant me, tend me Wet me, feed me Light me, weed me Grow me, groom me Splice me, mate me Hide me, help me Want me, take me Hang me, dry me Piece me, price me Sell me, roll me Smoke me, feel me Plant me, love me
..While working for Us DoD,..I was a "Federally Protected Whistle Blower" for over twenty years,
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RJ O'Guillory
Author-
Webster Groves-The Life of an Insane Family
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America The Prostrate
In a simplistic sort of way,
Across a desert lit by the moon.
America lay prostrate,
Lulled by prosperity’s tune.
Beautiful thing in a world gone mad,
Everyone knows the lies being spoke.
They spill from the mouths of bankrupt souls,
Leaderless people, morally broke.
The globe spins on, a compact disc,
Television soothes the planet.
Hard drives quietly think away,
Politicians run the gamut.
Prostrate pricks, sucking away,
At America’s aging tit.
Pay up now, or go to jail,
They care less, how you take the hit.
They act as if it will never end,
The Nazis felt much the same.
Fortify your home, your town,
These criminals have no real shame.
The knock on the door will surely come,
Midnight terror of the state.
Theft, lies, fraud and deceit,
Social incubators of pure hate.
Hang from a rope, they surely will,
These prophets of civic duty.
After the riots, the death, the trials,
Before these pirates split the booty.
RJ O'Guillory
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American Court
Faded Flags, ragged in the sun,
The Stars & Stripes fly tattered.
Americans sit, waiting to be judged,
The Bill of Rights lay sadly battered.
A Judge in Black, the Cops in Tan,
we Citizens, shamed and weak.
Justice died,...so long ago,
court payments begin this week.
Everyone pays, The State needs the bucks,
the Law keeps the cash rolling in.
Morality and law have no real value,
Visa validates The People’s sin.
The Dollar is King, The Court is aware,
the Fine Schedule just went up.
Judge and State, hand-n-hand,
all involved, beyond corrupt.
RJ. O’Guillory
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Boomer
A winter wind upon us,
Crystal, chilled silk bones.
Lust, no lonely orphan,
In manufacture of our groans.
Joys of youth, sands of time,
Pass slowly through the crack.
Aged genie, trapped in a bottle,
Life’s set, fades gently to black.
Material gain, material loss,
Get George Foreman's grills.
Magnetized cards, late night orders,
storage lockers, filled to the gills.
Broken families, raised by a village,
perhaps, battered by a spouse.
Credit floats the whole generation,
everything riding on the house.
From the bottom of the barrel,
Looking up, from where one lay.
Rot dreams of glorious youth,
The price we were forced to pay.
The barrel may be home or den,
Hell takes any kind of shape.
Looking up, from the bottom,
It still feels mostly like a rape.
Everyone may think us done,
America remains, just a rumor.
Who pulled down those towers,
You’re nothing but a Boomer.
RJ O'Guillory
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RJ O'Guillory
Author-
Webster Groves-The Life of an Insane Family
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Dimwit
Our mystic world of make-believe,
childish echo’s of future power.
Junior demons amongst the Bushes,
the people continue to cower.
You’d think with Bush the Younger,
the world would have known.
The fix was in, law was dead,
back, when John’s head was blown.
The Elder knows nothing of Dallas,
The Idiot, “My Pet Goat”....
Bodies piled, on bloody lies,
neither Evil needed a vote.
Corruption floats the unwashed masses,
along a river of broken dreams.
Hidden within screens of blu-plasma,
and a people’s silent screams.
We do not torture, we do not accept,
the lies of fucking liars.
Think we’ll just accept them still,
then build the midnight fires.
It won’t be me, I hope not you,
to accept this fringe bullshit.
Because I know in a hundred years,
I’ll not be known, a Fascist Dimwit
RJ O'Guillory
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The Illusion
America shimmers, losing shape,
lost souls, the weakest generation.
Democracy stumbles, people awaken,
trouble on America’s plantation.
America stands strong and free,
a land of life and liberty?
Indentured servants, ever on,
from sea to shining sea.
Laws for this, laws for that,
control of the air you breathe.
Nanny State, exploding prisons,
Stalinist tits, on which we teethe.
House and Senate, bought and sold,
mortgaged by corporate donations.
Court Supremes, selling their soul,
torture’s cool, but do it in other nations.
Traitors act, as though elected,
a free and fair republic?
Lying thieves, electronic frauds,
in office to cheat the public.
Bankers steal, Pelosi jets,
stimulate this, stimulate that.
Leadership so corrupt, so brutal,
little need to trim the fat.
China profits, Brazil prospers,
around us the world grows.
Bush and Clinton, hold their power,
JFK? Oh, no one knows?
It’s falling apart, not so funny,
at least I’m close to passing.
Before the riots, the martial law,
before Obama starts the gassing.
Long before the troops deploy,
during all the fucking confusion.
Lucky enough, simply to know,
our lives were just an illusion.
RJ O'Guillory
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Me
Plant me, tend me
Wet me, feed me
Light me, weed me
Grow me, groom me
Splice me, mate me
Hide me, help me
Want me, take me
Hang me, dry me
Piece me, price me
Sell me, roll me
Smoke me, feel me
Plant me, love me
RJ O'Guillory
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