Why Is It...?

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The unexplained

Submitted: August 07, 2018

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Why is it, Don-Boy, I feel I need to scrape off the bottom of my shoe

after watching you bloat reality in Tweets and on cable news shows?

 

Why do I feel the same need after watching you supporters,

could it be because your face spewing lies blows?

 

Why is it I think going to Walmart in a monster-truck

when I see most Trump-Zombies on T. V?

 

Mindless, hating all, well beyond common sense,

lashing and gnashing, nubs full of hate, it seems to me.

 

raw red meat clinging, angry red voices screaming,

you've opened the vault to Hell, with your lying and delusions,

 

Don-Boy! Need a crapper for your lips, a toilet for your soul,

how did we go from on the same page to the land of confusion?

 

 

 

 


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