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Francie Lynch Oct 2020
Trump exposes himself
When he minds his
Pees and Q'Anons.
The golden showers, hookers and the Don.
Francie Lynch Oct 2020
Potus fallin'
Flotus stallin'
Scotus appalin'

Kim's cryin'
Vlad's lyin'
Donnie's dyin'

Joe's soarin'
Dems scorin'

God's in heaven,
All's right with the world
(Almost)
Finding level again
Francie Lynch Oct 2020
... still laughing,
I was told Goody's gonna die Sunday.
It's Nascar Weedkend,
Thanksgiving?

We weren't sure of him last week;
So we hoped, some prayed;
Me too.
It wouldn't have happened at all
If Mark didn't laugh so much,
eat so much,
talk so much,
chew so little,
swallow so little,
laugh much more,
drink and such,
choke so fast.
Leave so quickly.

That's Goody.
Still laughing.
RIP Mark Goodacre.
Francie Lynch Oct 2020
Can you feel the seismic rift.
Shift your weight. Keep your balance.
Hold steady.
The ground is moving beneath.
We've been waiting, expecting this to happen.
It's Mesopotamian.
Hordes will be swallowed up.
Legions will burn,
We will be punished,
But there will come calm.
Our will be done.
Until the debris stops falling,
Look down, cover up.
Look up.
Francie Lynch Oct 2020
Pink eyes, and
     Teary cries.
He tries against
     Liting flies.  
Sticking lies.
     Goodbyes!
Tip of the cap to Wordsworth's "Daffodils."
Francie Lynch Oct 2020
Here lies a liar
Because the liar lied here.
Now the liar's stable,
For the liar's inable
To equivocate and lie.
Francie Lynch Oct 2020
520 000 is Unjust
520 000 + 1 is unjustly better.
The passing of a don. 😎
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