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Four patties of ******** he wears Two upon each shoulder wing Polished gleaming egocentric air Marching like a king His Chief of Staff And parade of sycophants Make me want to laugh All aligned like **** ants Until their buckets of ******** Are sloshed upon my desk Right or wrong just do it Another bullshit-filled day
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Two Stars and Buckets of ********
Four patties of ******** he wears Two upon each shoulder wing Polished gleaming egocentric air Marching like a king His Chief of Staff And parade of sycophants Make me want to laugh All aligned like **** ants Until their buckets of ******** Are sloshed upon my desk Right or wrong just do it Another bullshit-filled day
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
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