American Discourse

IF — An American Tragedy In The Making

If the Marking Son comes;- Coming So Cheapening —Could You Say And Tell?

Say of a Man: Old Father Abraham reels in contempt to — this Farce downing the droves. Jesting forth, gay sump blasted red and a sumptuous blue — see that face had so Cheapening? See this man and yet ignore him on the pinnacle’s hotspur. He comes fringing down from his High Castle to alleviate the Throngs for a surging thrust, done on their behalf by Wealth & Supposed Cares.

For all that is made, a discoursing end may be soon on arrival to disquiet the hapless victim, unannounced.

Watch this man: Fallacious his facade; fellatio is the brimming of his bill —

Watch this man: Humble ’tis his prostrate; humbling is his law to violate —

Say of this Man once again, that He and his Hubris can violate the conceived body; The Consitution by the sincere bode; the indefatigable consent of endless Women kneeled before his thunderous thighs and ample endowment to chase; His convictions on the sly are all but effronted.

Say of this all, and would you still harbor such a Man as your Prime Motivator for Passionated, yet Principled, fervent steading of the Nation of America; Say of this all, and would you still champion a pinnacle in the Man amongst the leagues from a Nation contrasting?;

Or perhaps We the People prefer Subterfuge, Distrust, and Descent instead; Giving the amassed throng the Justice — duly and yet apparent — to blame cruel circus upon their Brethren and allow the pugnacious Sentiment to become the new enfolding nation of the day,

Where ’tis the Mob-Law to Chase and Bate another into Violence sanctified by the seemingly Always-right Heart; Trample all apparent sight by the light of the Elector; Blind as the paper becomes, once stuffed into the deepening wooden box, comes our circuit to stage this Political funster.

Say if such a Man arises, that He’ll be so quelled so easily and silently as a sly bullet into the forehead at night, when he is finally ousted; Violently how came into the senses is the staining tact is the way he’ll leave them.

Bridal will be the union in regards; for the contempt, thereon after for once, such a liberal system in constant flux now turning asunder and yellow in moistening winds.

Nary do I believe His shadow shall fade ever truly, for his stain is Tenfold the size of his Pristine Suit.

Watch this man: Eager ’tis his Union; All lumps, Comes the crump of Cooperation-bullet-bill — He’ll lead it by the Fascio in bravado as Five gets hemmed and wielded into Three and Three gets stifled into just One.

Watch this man: Becoming thereupon America as the caricature of Illiberaties — All good wishes of the Past simply titled as Sin; Naught for Aught; the disunity is the irrevocable feeling he leaves in the tell-tale heart.

In Memoir and Memories of the Scriveners of the Possessing Day, They shall recount and retell and call out blind fancies over that Rosing Memory; Judicial shall be some; Others, jostling the sexless motion that he wasn’t anything but that Ideal; Taunting will be his Douglas’s apt:

He’ll Bait and Tame you by the Hopeful longhand;- Seemingly to simulate the Honors of the Past — Pitiful, Must’ve been taken as His Past; As I mistake him for He.

Brothers for a moment shall be united over a flashing possibility; Duress ’twas done by giving them both a purpose, now, apparating all away, Like the River that shall boil in the meridian’s abscesses, Shall be the color and comfort of their outfit.

Slapping and invoking the clause of the Cheat. In the shorthand — calming, it seems yet cheats the claim; The holiness and sanctity of the bode political in the American Just, Is not incorruptible; it is Humane and Flesh — As is the liberal, motivated creature behind it — — By and of course, all Liberties are conceived and contrived — As the Motivater and their religious-like Claus, of strike overdone By repeated strike, he begs all attention to, in the Longhand, Now revealing.

IF Man had so — hide; I wonder off from course and his self-serving action. ’Tis only I after all had.

IF Say of a Woman: Lady Liberty, narrowed widely on her Hips — To swing so Dangerously to fulfill Partisans lines then well-principled ones; Watch then chide and descent for Hours extending into the next Morn; But watch them recoil to such a piece being spouted and pressed — As I hog onto you now — and one wonders what is the extent of Liberty at the caught bosom is. Or is it already ebbed away from that pleasant place? Oh, do that be my alluding and parading consent?

IF The broaching Son comes so suddenly, Is the will therein sentiment, memory, and promise in the present to thwart his charms; — Could you just, as the Germans failed over forth as did the Italians? — Hopes given to affront his grandiose practice of ‘Order’ by stadium hollering; stifle shuffling to elevate his Demagogue’s fisting of the Truth; a Truth made exhaustive to truly find by his bulldogs and guarding postings all around alluding to his very notions of decided indolence and care from the founding ideals.

Wherefore now does this leave the Caring one?; What such strikes can but bruise the fragmented skin? Where can one possibly be in the midst of such bedeviling maelstroms Of the Haves and Have-nots — For the guise of liberty is only melded upon The Bosom of a Nation by The temper, sincerity, and erudition, In care and solvency of its People.

Liberty is anomaly wrought; Tyranny is the passive norm wrought Hereunto by the Humane condition Has been so since Time Immemorial.

Time to muster and bellow one’s Jerchio trumpets? Nay, as of now yet for it not to happen, One must be considering and aware, Of the slight drifting from our wealthy and tender thing, We call and behold nowadays, As the Liberty To Do or other terms more Fragrant in hilarity: The Liberty To Ado

As a Paine would ask of you from yore as a friend and a listener; I only ask of you that consideration, be that your time to this piece thereupon had.

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