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This poem is reposted on Sick of this Shit Publications with permission from the author, Bee's Free Verse/True Verse. Please like and share the original—Daddy’s Decay of Decorum—and subscribe to Bee's Free Verse/True Verse for more!
They call him Daddy.
The President…
with that hollow grin,
and voice that echoes
like footsteps down a hallway
you dread to walk.
His cabinet kneels…
lips full of sugar and fear;
while the press
writes it down like gospel.
The name he gave himself.
This mask he made for power.
But he isn’t alone.
Republicans nod along.
A choir of cowards…
disguised as patriots.
Clutching their bibles
and flags like weapons.
And across the aisle,
the old guard smiles thinly.
Their silence bought
by the same cold hands
that count our losses
in profit.
Corporations speak louder
than the people…
in back rooms where laws are carved.
Not for us.
But for return on investment.
And me?
I remember
what it’s like to love a country
that doesn’t always
love you back.
What it’s like to watch those sworn
to protect become shadows
of the power they promised
to protect against.
This isn’t governance.
It’s theater, an old script,
where we’re always the ones
made to bleed,
so the powerful
can play pretend.
But grief is a compass, too.
And somewhere,
the people stir…
We remember
the way voices rise
when they stop waiting
to be rescued.
We never needed a Daddy.
We never needed
their polished lies,
their hollow hope,
or their tired stage.
We needed each other.
We still do.
And we’re still here…
Breathing.
Building.
Tearing down old myths,
brick by brittle brick…
until something real
can RISE!
Thank you for being here!
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Nick’s Notes
I’m Nick Paro, and I’m sick of the shit going on. So, I’m using poetry, podcasting, and lives to discuss the intersections of chronic illness and mental wellbeing, masculinity, veteran’s issues, politics, and so much more. I am only able to have these conversations, bring visibility to my communities, and fill the void through your support — this is a publication where engagement is encouraged, creativity is a cornerstone, and transparency is key — please consider becoming a paid subscriber today and grow the community!
~Nick Paro
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By Nick ParoThis poem is reposted on Sick of this Shit Publications with permission from the author, Bee's Free Verse/True Verse. Please like and share the original—Daddy’s Decay of Decorum—and subscribe to Bee's Free Verse/True Verse for more!
They call him Daddy.
The President…
with that hollow grin,
and voice that echoes
like footsteps down a hallway
you dread to walk.
His cabinet kneels…
lips full of sugar and fear;
while the press
writes it down like gospel.
The name he gave himself.
This mask he made for power.
But he isn’t alone.
Republicans nod along.
A choir of cowards…
disguised as patriots.
Clutching their bibles
and flags like weapons.
And across the aisle,
the old guard smiles thinly.
Their silence bought
by the same cold hands
that count our losses
in profit.
Corporations speak louder
than the people…
in back rooms where laws are carved.
Not for us.
But for return on investment.
And me?
I remember
what it’s like to love a country
that doesn’t always
love you back.
What it’s like to watch those sworn
to protect become shadows
of the power they promised
to protect against.
This isn’t governance.
It’s theater, an old script,
where we’re always the ones
made to bleed,
so the powerful
can play pretend.
But grief is a compass, too.
And somewhere,
the people stir…
We remember
the way voices rise
when they stop waiting
to be rescued.
We never needed a Daddy.
We never needed
their polished lies,
their hollow hope,
or their tired stage.
We needed each other.
We still do.
And we’re still here…
Breathing.
Building.
Tearing down old myths,
brick by brittle brick…
until something real
can RISE!
Thank you for being here!
Actions You Can Take
* Check out the new Sick of this Shit Publications Merch Shop!
* Check out Banner & Backbone Media’s new BroadBanner network and affiliate calendar — including all Sick of this Shit Publications branded shows!
Sign the Petitions:
* Demand Congress Subpoena Key Figures on the Epstein Case
* Investigate Presidential Use of the Autopen for Pardons and Executive Actions
* Mandate that ICE agents show their face and identification
Submit questions, feedback, and artwork for Notes of the Week with Nick and Walter:
* Sick of this Shit Community Comment Form
Support Ukraine:
* Donate towards generators
Call your public servants on important issues:
* 5calls.org
Join the efforts to unmask law enforcement:
* safedc.info
Learn empathy forward, human centered, experiment based Leadership & Growth Courses for Higher Ed & Non-Profit Professionals:
* B. Cognition Labs
Nick’s Notes
I’m Nick Paro, and I’m sick of the shit going on. So, I’m using poetry, podcasting, and lives to discuss the intersections of chronic illness and mental wellbeing, masculinity, veteran’s issues, politics, and so much more. I am only able to have these conversations, bring visibility to my communities, and fill the void through your support — this is a publication where engagement is encouraged, creativity is a cornerstone, and transparency is key — please consider becoming a paid subscriber today and grow the community!
~Nick Paro
Join the uncensored media at the 1A Collective
Support as a paid subscriber however you can — to help get you started, here are a few discounted options for you
* Forever at 50% off
* Forever at 60% off
A special thank you to those who are a part of the Sickest of Them All
~ Soso | Millicent | Courtney 🇨🇦 | Eric Lullove | Terry mitchell | Carollynn | Julie Robuck | Mason/She/Her🩷💜💙 ~
For support, contact us at: [email protected]
This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sickofthis.substack.com/subscribe