Mother Found Me in a Dumpster [ I ]


Mother Found Me in a Dumpster [ I ]

Our Mother found me down deep in a dumpster
Wedged tight between a QAnon and a Trumpster
She knew of the lies and fiction they both employ
To grow the Alt-Right following that they now enjoy

They seek to coddle and control a cult of like minds
By concocting insidious conspiracies of sundry kinds
Like: ‘A mystical 'Q-Clearance Patriot' in government,
Who passes them secrets from a military malcontent’

QAnon claim’s our Leaders are corrupt, the Capital a pigsty
To which mainstream media and Wall Street meekly comply
And ‘A ring of child sex traffickers rule with impunity.’
‘Satan-worshipping pedophiles control this country.

‘We are plagued by Jewish space lasers from above
That are setting bush fires across this country we love’
And ‘One Jewish family controls the banks and the Fed.
Their influence in government is systemically spread’

Whatever the conspiracy that they choose to fabricate
Mother America knows well most are founded in hate
Hate that should have died long ago get's passed on
The repeated old Protocols from The Elders of Zion

A member in congress said "'Q' is a patriot and a Trumpster."
Mother heard her declare this openly to her media Chumpsters
Other members in congress repeat a Looser’s exaggerations
"Stop the steal." they parrot, one of his many false fabrications

Mother now see’s this Looser using QAnon to further his quest
To seize America for his legacy which he claims is ‘for the best’
But he cares just for himself, not for America, nor her people
She watched him connive to change voting that was free and equal

"It's the calm before the storm." this Looser once forecast
"The storm is coming." but he gave no reply when asked
"What storm, Mr. President?" he coyly alluded "You will see."
Three types of lies — direct, implication, omission…he tells all three!

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This is continued in ‘Mother Found Me in a Dumpster [ ll ]’

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I love America as much as my own country. I have also considered myself a conservative all my life. I discovered Ayn Rand when I was 13 years old and I have tried my best to live according to her philosophy. The Ayn Rand I am familiar with, would in no way agree with what is happening in right wing America today. I just could not let this go. Everything I talk about in this poem has at least two, some times three sources of corroboration. Because of the page format, I have posted this in 6 parts.