WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Donald Trump, I’m with you in Swampland
byVanderleunonOctober 28, 2019
Donald Trump! I’m with you in Swampland
where you’re more MAGA than I am
I’m with you in Swampland
where you must feel you need a giant sump pump
I’m with you in Swampland
where you resurrect Ronald Reagan
I’m with you in Swampland
in the gay mulatto’s legacy muck
I’m with you in Swampland
where you laugh at moonbats and progtards
I’m with you in Swampland
where you tweet the Tweets heard round the world
I’m with you in Swampland
where your madskillz are serious and reported on the Internet
I’m with you in Swampland
where the empty dead Demoskulls no longer admit the worms of the senses
I’m with you in Swampland
where you drink the tears of the fake news phonies
I’m with you in Swampland
where you make fun of Nancy and her nansy-pansy nabobs of negativity
I’m with you in Swampland
where they slobber into their media droolcups that you’re KingHitlerMussoliniKong
I’m with you in Swampland
where you bang on the catatonic piano that America is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an unarmed Socialist charnel house
I’m with you in Swampland
where we awake electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ American airplanes carpetbombing the collectives strafe all leftoid and sing they’ve come to drop angelic liberty bombs that the nation illuminate itself O victory forget your diversity we’re free
Donald Trump! I’m with you in Swampland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
This is a take on Ginsberg’s Howl of which William Carlos Williams says:
Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.
— Williams, William Carlos. “Introduction.” Howl and Other Poems. By Allen Ginsberg
Good on yer! I’d add that, while Gerard types for me, pushing Ginsberg’s Howl toward rationality;
while the rats, gnats, democrats natter and nibble at your heels
we are all with you in the swampland!
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Gerard Van der Leun
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Good on yer! I’d add that, while Gerard types for me, pushing Ginsberg’s Howl toward rationality;
while the rats, gnats, democrats natter and nibble at your heels
we are all with you in the swampland!
From your keyboard to God’s inbox.
Magnificent.
JWM
Narratives! But very good ones.
You okay down there, Gerard? Fires??
No fires. No power cut-offs. Just sailing along.
heads up new woodpile report out
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