Give me your tired
I will exhaust them
Give me your poor
I will leave them destitute
Give me your hungry
I will starve them
Give me
Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
Texas fried chicken

They will lie
and lie
and lie
and lie
and lie you safely
in
your
grave

Bizarre
that the moon can conjure such dread
Peel you to the bone

Their Golden Age is
our gold in their pockets
so they can kick Special K
in their gold **** shaped rockets
while they TikTok about it
with hookers they call chocolate
and **** with the sprockets
of our process retarding our progress
for the fatness of their wallets
while they blame it all
on the people they call
wetbacks trannys and *******
dragging the *****
of their ignorant masses
to their **** black masses
all on their knees begging please
bring us back before history was black
and they didn't have to feel bad
about the size of their tiny nut sacks
and they could blame it all
on all the ******* ******
on the needle and crack

And here we are looking down a ***** bowl shitstains streaking a carnivore's sticky trail from someone who couldn't be bothered to add sufficient fiber to their diet or at least give a ******* courtesy scrub convinced it was somehow too Marxist or too woke And we were doing so good at the gluten free Fitting really I guess

Zuck the Cuck
and
Musk the Husk
and
Bezos con Pesos
all
bereft of spine
each
vying in line
and
itching to dine
with
the **** swine
sip
their facist wine
from
hate gilded stein
aback
Gueros sin Huevos
all
hooded at dusk
in
rusty testicled trucks

subscriptions
prescriptions
fictions
suspicions
and opinions
but nary
a *******
solution