Am I the mad man calling Donald Trump a leader?
Am I the insane believer denying we can detect insanity?
Ask your Pastoral authority interpreters to prophesy
an end, where your side wins, and guys like me burn,
for calling the interpreters of all the mandates from heaven
liars, in the commonest mortal sense we have, we all know,
all mankind survived so far, from finding deception healthy,
while in the range of an angry man and his trained people
as an accidental survivor from an old Spartan clan, people
who came up from the hollers when the wars was overseas,
where our religious writings all come from, between such wars
as was won and lost and won and lost and won and lost, since
ever was
we was supposed to believe is
the way of the world, always at war… hapless orphans
there are many now traumatized, realizing we always knew,
scruples had some definite absense detectable in Donald Trump.
How ever, as he has declared himself opposed to my lifestyle,
I live in peace and plenty, surrounded by blues and greens
and whites and browns and reds and all the forest shades,
at a sub alpine level
BTW… Trump International Hotel and Tower in Chicago.
The skyscraper reaches a height of 1,388 feet/
I live 3,395 feet higher than that, on the western slope
of the fault line from progressing georecon-duction
annealing cast steel processing ra' ore from rusted giant
warships of old.
Trump. Trump. Trump, on little Marco's drum,
Tall and proud, battle hardened sodden soldier wannabe,
Heroic defender to the post-trib faithful soldier class,
Peter Peter Peter proud, perceiver
of glory and honorable wealth accrual ways
in DeMolay pilgim protecting Crusader guys
behind a scarlet chi-rho, ** ** warrior ethos, for me
for me, and we shall take domionion, upto
so far as this stack of lines, nullifying war,
as one sent to declare repeatedly annually
echos of joy as strengthening common
sense truths made unavoidable cause as cascades
in any republican concept kept alive, the guardian class,
the camo-clad warrior formation alive must swear
to Believe, that the Bible as comprehended
by Pete Hegseth, for Donald Trump, the proverbial byword
for future demeaners of Napoleon's Chauvin's loyalty…
none were so loyal as those Thiel invested in, today
challenged to detect meaning in being and time,
prove me now, herewith, my message as in
the poetic licentiousness alloted me, be
using my natural born portion
of rations,
on Earth
to stack lined up precepts
whither peace passing understanding has been growing,
near land marks our literal pre conceived notions
formed these pebbles in our shoes, and hair shirts
under our old holy right uses for painful reminders
christmas fortells easter and passover and conceptual error
good land o'goshen we reckon, since,
well, do tell, we reconnoiter, sensibly
slowing down our whole weform reformative mind set,
fitting pottery shards Job scraped his boils with,
into relics logic leaves for gentle per use reuse fees, fi, I
smell the blood of a double dealer, long known, shown,
that seen, seen a second time, is recognized as that
very idea, solipsism, sorted sadnesses festering infecting
points perceived as painful, from afar, empathos, dos Cabezos
cleft chin characteristic fold from farther back than Hapsburgs…
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll think a while, back in the Cuyamacas…
this was an instance at common super cluster galactic fact scale,
all at once, this became a poem you read/
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC
Am I the mad man calling Donald Trump a leader?
Am I the insane believer denying we can detect insanity?
Ask your Pastoral authority interpreters to prophesy
an end, where your side wins, and guys like me burn,
for calling the interpreters of all the mandates from heaven
liars, in the commonest mortal sense we have, we all know,
all mankind survived so far, from finding deception healthy,
while in the range of an angry man and his trained people
as an accidental survivor from an old Spartan clan, people
who came up from the hollers when the wars was overseas,
where our religious writings all come from, between such wars
as was won and lost and won and lost and won and lost, since
ever was
we was supposed to believe is
the way of the world, always at war… hapless orphans
there are many now traumatized, realizing we always knew,
scruples had some definite absense detectable in Donald Trump.
How ever, as he has declared himself opposed to my lifestyle,
I live in peace and plenty, surrounded by blues and greens
and whites and browns and reds and all the forest shades,
at a sub alpine level
BTW… Trump International Hotel and Tower in Chicago.
The skyscraper reaches a height of 1,388 feet/
I live 3,395 feet higher than that, on the western slope
of the fault line from progressing georecon-duction
annealing cast steel processing ra' ore from rusted giant
warships of old.
Trump. Trump. Trump, on little Marco's drum,
Tall and proud, battle hardened sodden soldier wannabe,
Heroic defender to the post-trib faithful soldier class,
Peter Peter Peter proud, perceiver
of glory and honorable wealth accrual ways
in DeMolay pilgim protecting Crusader guys
behind a scarlet chi-rho, ** ** warrior ethos, for me
for me, and we shall take domionion, upto
so far as this stack of lines, nullifying war,
as one sent to declare repeatedly annually
echos of joy as strengthening common
sense truths made unavoidable cause as cascades
in any republican concept kept alive, the guardian class,
the camo-clad warrior formation alive must swear
to Believe, that the Bible as comprehended
by Pete Hegseth, for Donald Trump, the proverbial byword
for future demeaners of Napoleon's Chauvin's loyalty…
none were so loyal as those Thiel invested in, today
challenged to detect meaning in being and time,
prove me now, herewith, my message as in
the poetic licentiousness alloted me, be
using my natural born portion
of rations,
on Earth
to stack lined up precepts
whither peace passing understanding has been growing,
near land marks our literal pre conceived notions
formed these pebbles in our shoes, and hair shirts
under our old holy right uses for painful reminders
christmas fortells easter and passover and conceptual error
good land o'goshen we reckon, since,
well, do tell, we reconnoiter, sensibly
slowing down our whole weform reformative mind set,
fitting pottery shards Job scraped his boils with,
into relics logic leaves for gentle per use reuse fees, fi, I
smell the blood of a double dealer, long known, shown,
that seen, seen a second time, is recognized as that
very idea, solipsism, sorted sadnesses festering infecting
points perceived as painful, from afar, empathos, dos Cabezos
cleft chin characteristic fold from farther back than Hapsburgs…
I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll think a while, back in the Cuyamacas…
this was an instance at common super cluster galactic fact scale,
all at once, this became a poem you read/
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