roxyforthewin

There is an "us" in ut-er-us
But the "us" is not for you
There's no room in my womb for an old white man,
For the one percent, for the few.

"E pluribus unum!" is our cry

Happiness is the crack of a piece of peppermint bark and the cool sting of sour lemonade.
Happiness is kimchi and rice.
Happiness is noodle kugel.

You know, there comes a time in the history of every people, every ethnic group, every religion when we have had to fight. We have called upon our gods and no bolt of lightning came down to smite the oppressor.

I went down to the banker's vault
And asked for a banker to see
I wanted to be rid of my sodden heart
And to sell my soul for a fee.

The banker he was old and red
With horns and a tail pronged three

What would you do if I told you
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Without roots, a tree is just a pillar of wood, a gateway to an empty temple
It turns to sludge, becomes a home for bugs
It becomes a coat rack upon which we hang our faded glories.
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