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Visual Poem – Breakfast Means Breakfast
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Tea With Theresa
The heir apparent. The dashing deputy. Beauty on a billboard, posters pasted over blood splatters. It doesn’t matter, women can drive now! The blood pools from many different places, including the veins of his own land. Theresa May is a feminist. THIS IS WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE She holds the hands of…
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Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone.
The sky is falling, afraid of heights, her throat is scorched from screams, by the time her brains paint the pavement. Mother May wants to talk about Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone. The floor has cracked, and ripped rib from rib, lungs lick the street, abandoned by air. Mother May wants to talk about Jeremy…
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Drink It Down
I’m powered by pain, that’s sponsored by Pepsi. I’ll throw a brick, with a brick blood manicure, and my sensible shoes, will suffocate my suffering. I’ll hold your crimes above my head, as I steal your streets, until my arms break, and your tangerine toddler tweets. Lock me up, hose me down, I’m…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 