B.P.Money And Mister President Poem by James McLain

and you Mister, You Are The President.
You are in charge declare martial law.
The gulf,
and abuse them as they abused you and U.S.
use it as it is, use it now.
National Security.
Take all the money that they have in this country
do it now.
Fifty thousand men and three thousand boats
to clean up their mess.
Redeem them for themselves and as cowards, do they will.
Forster betrayed, just to shave on the French reverential
and whore around some Orient town
money unaccountably will and does this you know by now.
Accountable is each, is
and each is would be U.S. held as if it is, U.S.they own.
You are black they are white
get the picture and do it now
and take too in toe in charge.
Before the hurricanes come as they do each year.
Executive and privileged
invoke it now like he did, to start the wars.
You have to finish as well.
You need to counsel on this
be the advised-er to your self and your wife
talk it over with your children
and hold nothing back
and do not lie like they have and are and will do.
Yes they may try to unsuccessfully kill you
as they like you came before you.
Take charge take no counsel on this
money will not talk it will run from our shores
even more as you wait, take it now.
Ameri- cans pay for their crimes are not the prisons full
of blacks and brown of color
and the rest was simply trash by they thrown away.
Do it now and take charge
look the tiger and the lion in the eye,
you are the dragon
that can breath fire use it to put this one out.
and yes I know in spite of the damage
that it will artificially stimulate the economy.


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