THE DUNGHEAP OF HISTORY

The purpose of my ranting writing
Is to improve your martial arts
In hopes that one day my broadsiding
Will help us storm the pols’ ramparts;
And tear from office politicians
Submitting them to electricians
Who’ll happily supply the shock
Will end their lying poppycock;
As well, their partners, corporations
Whose exploitation bleeds us dry.
Then, tired of eating humble pie,
We’ll send them on to destinations
Where one day they may prove of use
Or garbage heaped like foul refuse.