Billionaire: I were

                    been Corollary,
                       at the party,
                                and petition,
                                where populism,
                            there is no discussion,
                                   and abolished
                                   
                   ­                   and the average,
                                       the epicurean scenes,
                                        
                ­                          beloved my testamentary,
                                               and I partisan,
                                                  and                            raw balance of my profits,
                                                 and       my diploma,
                                                        ­ my university triumphs,
                                                       ­       I am the planetary star,
                                                           ­    skin and clothing
                                                        ­          
 protozoan,
                                          ­                       
   
                                     ­                                             
                   ­                                                      Legionnaire­

bubble gum died Sunday of strokes at his home ,
The pink bubble gum ...
had a tiny comic strip
Little children wanted to read the comic.
in an adulterous liaison
and is born homely and with green skin.
under the hawkish gaze
in retro pastel uncool-they’re-cool-again cans,
a big splash with a peppy
emoji-like smiles on the side and some polka dots
oh oh oh oh oh oh thus liked
consumers should felt free
... to be relentlessly
Has almost no bite.” “Full-bodied.
This tastes like a Twizzler...
“Sharper bubble feel.”
acrolein, acrylamide, acrylonitrile,
crotonaldehyde and propylene,
flavorturned into a huge mess like 'unicorn ****'
and bubble gum."
oh oh oh oh oh oh thus liked
“All those teenagers was twerk,
take selfies and curse up a storm. …”
oh oh oh oh oh oh thus liked
...turned into a huge mess

world is a fallen butchery of meats,
spreads meat over and over
gives no names,
the meats smoke lives,
rot or dies,
other meats appear,
other meats rot and dies,
the meats spread out like a butchery,
the meats move and dies,
the meats rot,
or dies from accidents,
other meats appear,
other meats dies,
the world is a butchery of meats,
as do not know where to lean,
invents policies, policies,
is space arrangement of meats,
a place, a flesh meat dies,
there would be no policies,
many meats a place of dead,


but the world of dead  meats
butcher the planet butcher dies.

IA
Artificial Intelligence
Likes
My poetry..

Are a great way to make me
Happyness happen

mygrants  money

Survey..
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Good Health
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I am Safe

Did not have Dante laugh deeper,
to see dead bones
 in front of hell "While pride taught ,
to step on the skulls of food,
When in the shade raised condemned,
From a worm-eaten skull to a filthy bacon
And he wiped it on his bleeding hair:
shouted, the billions of villains in hell;
while they  stepped in front of them!
And he told the lively vengeance,
In the mansion of eternal hopelessness!

Goodbye! ... is to renounce in an agony
The hope that still palpitate;
Feeling that the eyes are blind, that it cools,
The heart in the **** tear!
That make hands, and the soul afflicta
Like Agar in the desert, pray gloomy! !

Is it a ghastly sight of the skulls in hell?
Do not tremble with dread, lift it from its *****.
It was the burning head of a poet,
Once in the shadow of the fair hair.
When the reflection of fiery living
This forehead was beautiful. There are
the shadow s
pallor covered their shadow s in agony;
In these orbits - hollow, denigrated! -

me rich Great Again
follow dreams to a place where freedom
ebuffed my  businessman

Mar-a-Lago Club
resort is mine
to escape the spotligh
Our culture has gotten
too mean and too rough,

More weighty details are scarce
Berwyn speech, without a hint of irony
deep love and respect”

dropped slightly as my race tightens
after a plagiarism controversy

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                                           smUg
                                             grIns,
                                             inTo cuteness.
                                           imAges
                                              aRe


      ­                                      aGgressively ingratiating, as
                                     that pUnctuates feats.
                                            mIllionaire?” model
           building suspense wiTh
                                                And
        ­  thumps, “genius junioR”


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                                             soUnd,
                                                rIffs a
                                          big-Tent sideshow.
                              the contestAnts
                                               aRe

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                                  cross smUg
                                               grIns, if
                                               inTo
                       cuteness. the imAges
                                             of aRe


                                               aGgressively
                                       that pUnctuates feats.
                                    “who mIllionaire?” model
        of building suspense wiTh
                                      synths And bludgeoning
                            “genius junioR” offers


                                        a janGly
                                       its soUnd,
                                               rIffs like
                                         big-Tent sideshow.
                             the contestAnts
                                               aRe production


                                                    ­        seGment, which
      memberships, memories, kids smUg
                                                            ­  grIns, as
                                                              ­ inTo
                                      cuteness. the imAges the
                                                         kids aRe


                                            aGgressively as
                                    that pUnctuates
                                    to a mIllionaire?”
                                          wiTh synths
                                               And thumps,
                         “genius junioR”


                                          janGly its
                                            soUnd,
          ­                                     rIffs like a
                                          big-Tent sideshow.
                              the contestAnts
                                                aRe the as

"huge best"

has done out to wash his honor,
unless air, for,
give your tired, your poor,
everyone chooses his color.

Half-blind for  came to your door.
greater splendor,
each golden grain splits life in its neighbor.

Sleep, accomplished and the arbor,
the craving for more ardor.
girls at the door.

Glory back in
are born in a mirror,
becomes in El ,
a bad counselor,
the concerns of the rich

I'm wonderful, this morning,
I was at the university;
I've already traveled through Kremenchuk,
I still held it as if,
says the hours in Chinese,
"xinquain, xianzai zi dian"

and  did not need it, booking.com,
to have a bed,
and neither lunch,
and neither cake,
here I am walking,
through the streets of Kremenchuk,
admired for having  many gets?
cans on the streets, on one side,
and the other, I we're stonished,
loved the weather,
of horses with plows;
and my bourgeoisie,

I am, like many others,
filled the streets with  many pounds ,
cans, I'm amazed,
is a phenomenon, not explanation;
be rich, from day to night,
I do not know how to explain;  
through the streets of kremenchuk

maybe time not tell,
nor the clock that yesterday gave hours,
continues
Maybe time, which seduces me
  do not follow my guidelines anymore
, maybe this that brought me here,
change trajectory,
Maybe nature will call me back,
Maybe what I have to do,
it's calling me reason
of not having used my assets,
Maybe my smile
has remained in Africa forever,
Maybe my future has stayed
wrong
Maybe my break was
temporary;
Maybe my Light
come back to me

FIATLUXCERN
Ergocentrus at lavisna prudentia lavavish/...
Animosis castring lung ut ittudi
Cunilialis ergo vasicumitis
Astrig cunilialis vastrum
Aniquidelis vastrum verdrung astrig
Astelig galig geminidis

” she is quick to object"
Mumbai,  to receive the accolade of “Role Player
Attempt to hit back at their perceived “bully.”
They don’t fall a little; they crash into muck...
submission,
  hopelessness,
impunity,
corruption,
hypocrisy,
law and family ...
to ***** you since they’re not saints,
they are neither saints nor priests,
There’s a new order coming from mayor.
We won t **** you all ....
We will just shoot the ******,  that —
if there is no ******, it would be useless.
she is quick to object".
Fighting sexism and misogyny,
nonetheless open and willing to listen,
wear bug spray going forward,
“inform the court that we did this”
“didn’t like that.”
,” she is quick to object".

who cries,
because it opens that mouth,
to laugh,
these throbbing sounds,
are pigs to my ears,
close your mouth and close your teeth,
because by this mouth,
only words pass, and
crazy phrases
shut your mouth, and
  open the mind,
  listen to the mind,
and not the mouth,
his mouth does not boast of anything,
of her nothing is of no use,
his mouth shut, is more useful to me,
that open to diffuse sounds of ****,
close your mouth and open your mind,
nothing strikes me,
his herds of phrases,
crazy
Close your mouth

rotten ones wake up in the morning
the same rotten ones will be in the store
the same rotten ones will attend the counters,
the same rotten ones will be clear,
the same rotten ones will be in the stops of the buses,
the same rotten ones will walk on the sidewalks
the same rotten ones will paint to landscapes of sour,
the same rotten ones will enter the stores,
same rotten ones will be on the supermarket shelves,
the same rotten ones will go cripples to the houses,
the same rotten ones will be at the entrance of the cafes,
the same rotten ones will be smelling badly in the streets,
the same rotten ones will be in the seats in the gardens,
the same rotten ones will make the same salads of the days,
the rotten ones of the same days, the rotten ones of always.

I'm shivering
whats in there
without knowing the feet
I'm shivering
meats is open
open
I'm shivering
with tapes
what do you offer me
I'm shivering
Bloods you left
smelling bloods dead,
what is free
I'm shivering

Leaving the smoke,
Those i choose Fresh VAGINAs
What are wearing on board?
still do not know
I watch and yearn for
Still containing my milk
Challenge of temporal logic
Or you will turn
In the mid-day atmosphere,
Even if there is a salt wave,
Fill the wet wood,
And Anders up the street,
anxious ....


Even if do know me Kingdom

Cruel does not speak,
speak those who felt cruelty "
Cruel are not alive
those who felt cruelty are dead

Why not follow Cain?
seen the land of Cain is the leak
terrified on earth
breathe Oxygen 'til it bit,

Cruel and born cruel gods speak,
Were  shadows running for weak?
Gosts spies earth all week,
Those strength was weird,

Wow, now I'm better be a Dragon.
on my metallic griffin
I'm better  Cruel be in my fly angels,
As gods I am perfect I am cruel,