by William Skink
My poet persona is authoring this post today in honor of the gutless political cowards known as “progressives”. These pathetic pretenders like to say all the right things for the cameras, but when it comes down to ACTUALLY FLEXING THEIR POWER in a well-timed, strategic demand to get a vote on Medicare for All in exchange for Pelosi getting crowned speaker, well, just watch how they roll today.
To help remind us of this critical moment when progressives failed to fight for their supporters, here is a poem for posterity:
odd that the squad won’t demand votes their Medicare baby can’t live on hope but now’s not the time whines AOC and Jimmy Dore’s words are like violence to me all fake progressives quake in their shoes nuzzling Nancy so the ice queen won’t lose these are your fighters these fuckers who lie pretending they’ll fight while fingering the pie