Here is a poem to celebrate Mike Bloomberg's grand gesture to save democracy in Florida. He just won't have it. He loves this country too much to let Blacks ever be not counted. Mike loves Black people. And Jeb Bush quietly, very quietly, allowed former felon Charles Colson to vote in Florida in 2000. Let's get the pitchforks and torches ready. Let's take this muthaf*cker back.

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Taking Refuge in Fort Mose

by John Kendall Hawkins
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What we gon do with Florida, Southie Deep

back to their old 2000 ways,

molesting voters, Black, because

they Black, born into felony

the way Trevor Noah was born

a crime by being born to his mother crim,

a crim for giving birth to him?

That's rhetorical, son.
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Mike Bloomberg, the blowhard drop out

from New York, who tried to buy

one of the Two Evil nomination spots

but failed, due to blowhard bagpipe

letdown syndrome (BBLS), has ponied up cash

to buy back Black votes in Florida rashly

tossed again by felonious monks

who just can't cotton

to any t-shirt that says MeToo

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Back in the day

Fort Mose was a place of repose

for runaway slaves -- even the conquistadoran

mothafuckin torquemandolins

gave refuge to runaway felons of color,

long before they fed the gators

with chad pulp and plantation disease

disguised as Hegel's master-slave dialectic.
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In 2000, Charles Colson, some white guy --

okay, the Turd Blossom of the Nixon days,

nicknamed 'the hit man' by nameless associates,

like Roger Stone (recently of 'give them coup, DJ'),

who plotted Ellsberg's take-down,

who Santa-ed Tricky's enemies list --

a sweet man, after small time

in a fed med Bammy penitentiary,

where he saw, saw some light,

his evil eyes before his very eyes seeing new sight,

lo and behold, allowed to vote

cause Jeb took note

of his change'd ways

(presumably no money passed hands.)
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What we gon do with Florida, the first

to go when the Climate waters come

and the gators pack their luggage

and move to the Tennessee backwoods,

the slippery slopes

where still waters run deep

and Gore couldn't buy a vote

and buckminster fullershit bloomberg

couldn't splash without hearing

dueling banjoes a-coming tip-toe

chasing down the hoodoo there

(Wait, did I say banjo? Maybe

I meant bayou. It's rhetorical.)
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Ballots in November

Here we come, Here we come

You won't even see us voting.

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.