The Master of baits

Poem (19 – 223) – The Master of baits 

I see you…Master of baits, I ain’t fallen for those trifling traits, ain’t got time for no call out culture, no liberal act wrongs claimin’ moral rights, not in my hen house, better get to steppin’ or you might get pecked, oh you don’t know, we got your number, we know you be frontin’ and oh yeah, nobody cares about ya gramma Nazi’n, quit tryin’ to replace your lack of values with proper periods, you sound like the British and we already beat them, not even Scandinavia wants your kind, their insulated and know they can’t sustain your gimme gimme and entitlement culture, but maybe we should send them all the free loaders, let them raise taxes to cover it, yeah, now their desperate, no longer sustainable when they have an influx of outsiders, break down their long held family and friend institutions, a safety net of needs not met by your own dedicated labors, with claim and demand of them new comers for their future, the thing is, they ain’t multicultural, their nationalistic with strong inherent values, they ain’t mixin and sharing with someone that’s other, so if you want to talk Sweden, let’s talk culture, your culture don’t mix well in their tradition, buzzards be warned,  their democracy shoots faux victims with scorn.