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Career politicians, who cluck as they strut with an impotent pluck make me sick with the season befouling all reason: they're less of a **** than a cuck. That gobbler and turkey-neck Mitch makes me furious—so mad that I twitch. He obstructs every battle while jiggling his wattle; unpardoned, unworthy (but rich). The patrician political class is a party that speaks through its *** They are lacking in guts with no ifs, ands, or buts but I swear: they produce enough gas. HAPPY THANXGIVING, Fellow Poets
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
Thankless Limericks
Career politicians, who cluck as they strut with an impotent pluck make me sick with the season befouling all reason: they're less of a **** than a cuck. That gobbler and turkey-neck Mitch makes me furious—so mad that I twitch. He obstructs every battle while jiggling his wattle; unpardoned, unworthy (but rich). The patrician political class is a party that speaks through its *** They are lacking in guts with no ifs, ands, or buts but I swear: they produce enough gas. HAPPY THANXGIVING, Fellow Poets
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
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