The Lineup Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The Lineup



Poised
impacted
strangers
waiting; in
lines, to vote!
Millennials; equally
real, zeal, oozing, forth
from energetic hearts and smiles.
Each an individual expressively willing
and capable and determined too; make
their mark upon that beast; which
the mainstream of America, has
succumbed! The lineup is humming
then busily buzzing, itching to move
forward toward those silent machines.
In most active chatter, the younger minds
mingle and consider the agenda that aligns them
all across this nation; this night! Quietly; as the line
inches forward, so does the determination to express
in and press upon the other sectors voting their conscience
or what it is they have come to believe and or view, as
their leaning, either one arm of the established old
gentry or the other, of the riche' and neo-conned
seem-to-bees. Pleased to meet the each of you!
Does appear to be the first; of many talking
points expressed in calm and determination!
Supports and reporters; jurno' and journalists
lights, cameras, and actions! A secondary point
is raised! What will be this nation's reactions to the
last staged scene of the election cycle of 2016? The rave
slowly arises; this is no surprise! Some comments raise
consciousness; after diatribe echoes personal lament.
Each issue sweetly; soft shoed from gauntlet to damming!
Any ire raised or an ear filled dismay brings; a smooth and
inciting rhythm in political pontifications, easily discoursed
no rough stuff or cursing, as this is neither time and or place
for that stupidity to surface! The comments and retorts and
comforts and profound rapport brings to this slowly moving
forward toward neo-destiny and away from infamy the
issues which bleed US, which wound US, which will
either heal US or kill US! Like control of firearms
those back ground checks for healthcare and
auto licensing; and the major plays this climate
change reality, that already exploding timed bomb
of extinction of the human species! Agreed aggressively
that some sector needs to be forced to pay up; so all of our
children, and grandchildren and great-grandchildren may
have some semblance of our planet earth still around
for the each of the to shout, run, and play upon!
With a meal of organic pizza for all! After 1980
passed the "largest living generation"; got
dropped around the U.S.! And these
youngsters continue to out-register both
the dying "boomers", and those lost in space
"Generation "X"ers! Finally loosening that conformity
grip' and getting hip to the tunes of "Ohio" by Crosby, Stills
and Nash! Yea! Kent State students lined out on the grass!
Potentially an explosive irreality; the party GOP, seemingly
returning to 1968! Of potency and potentates; of pseudo-
prophets and unmentionable M.I.C. sector body bag lined profits
outsourcing, downsizing Fascist insiders; and those trust funded
progeny of Nazi Germany's Bankers! Again; have I ever digressed
whatever? Impacts on numbers; the game of politics in that seedy
"Broadway Theater" form! One wicked witch; one old wizened
wizard, and that P.T. Barnum of a dump! Or, was that a
trumped out card hand? And; this magician sure crapped
out a spell of most excellent sorcery on 33% of all of this
nation's "cornbreads"; plus a few of our hued brothers
and sisters too! Speak about "shaping a party"!
Outsiders and insiders; supply siders, and banksters!
Old McConnell's Clown; supper woman proud, and that
character from "Jerry Seinfeld", remember Arthur? The
brides father! Is it "colitis interruptus" or possibly "clitoris
rubbed upon a buss"'! The "Nevers" have come home to roost
most probably salvaging democracy by causing the 9/11 of that
Grand Ole Potpie! Still; there remains more than a few moments
in the months to come? Well; such questions, do so abound!
An independent outside insider of that defeated Oligarchy
using billions of billions of billions of dollars, to holler out
to the voting machine programmers ala Gore/Bush; and
leaving the election up to that bunch of jesters, sitting
on the center right of that Court; to once again steal
a presidential election! Whoa! Now look here
partner! How many generations are going to
take this cheating crap? Think about one and one-
half million heavily armed citizens occupying that city?
That incorporated mess that is Washington D.C.? Yea, Men
and Women; armed to the short hairs, with fingers itching to
start Civil War II! In the ultimate cause driven up-rising; that
"Jeffersonian Cognizance", of the hell you say! "This land is
most certainly returning to the People"! At the points of
one and one-half million AR-15's; and lots of those big
fat silver bullets! Then suddenly; moving forward at
a running pace, is the change, that is the lineup.

Saturday, May 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time,election,new,politics
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
2016 election cycle daze and dues and times and moods and results... If the neo-conned attempt to steal the results again... IAM promises... the nation will burn!
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