Better Build Back the movementsÑOl' Schmo's tru blu 1%
”When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”
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“Nothing will fundamentally change…”
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Is it Just My Imagination; or was it really
�a year ago—the horn honking and all the
�Dancing In The Streets?
�Was it a breather from Boss Tweet’s months
�of Mengele Medicine? Or, another cover of
�“Promises, Promises, Promises, Promises?”
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Is The Orange Age a blip on capitalism’s
�continuum—scant four years of blitzkrieg—
�like the thousand year Third Reich
�that smoldered in ruin after twelve?
�Or, is it the Civil War—looped—and playing
�out in theaters near you? What’s Goin’ On?
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Ask Ol’ Schmo—he might know—
�he cut his teeth at the feet of crackers with
�confederate cred—Dangling on the dicks of Dixiecrats
�putting pubic hair on a Coke can above The People:
�Gifting us Bassackwards Tribesman Thom-
�ass Clarence—aka Long Dong Silver—for life…
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Ask Ol’ Schmo—he might know—
�like Boss Tweet, The Drone Ranger, W and
�Slick Willy before him—Which high fructose
�corn syrup slogans—Which promise-laden
�platitudes—make fecal findings easier to swallow
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Ask Ol’ Schmo—he might know—
�what’s needed for mastery of bipartisanship—
�skillsets for pretzel postures, 1% Yoga; For
�Reaching across aisles/picking The Peoples’ pockets?
�Ask Ol’ Schmo—he might know—
�how to build back better renewable straw men
�To knock down; propping up coal barons, slimy oil-
�men, gas grifters and war-profiteer Pentagon pimps;
�Burn-pitting our planet for maximum profit…
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Ask Ol’ Schmo—he might know—
�what made the post-election angry old
�boxer in him sing Dem Negroz the riot act:
�“You must understand that the back of my
�Hand will make your face react—upon impact—
�Ohh, what’s Black got to do with it?
�What’s Black but a second hand emotion?
�Think bigger—think Pentagon devotion!!”
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Ask Ol’ Schmo—he might know—
�how the long-game’s played—Months of “Mike
�and Ike—Good Cop-Bad Cop—” with Senators
�Bonnie and Clyde—While “his hands are tied—”
�Nothing can be done—the Votes aren’t there…
�for the hardhat, lunch bucket,
�PPE, “essential worker” crowd. Remember the
�Ones lauded to the skies, serenaded by pots and pans?
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