In Maga heaven
There is no scripture here , only rubber stamped pre - approved lobbyists
with tanning bed fangs ******* on
a choir of flesh-hungry frat boy ****** interns
chanting “U! S! A!” with each pharma ******.
Matt Gaetz hideous Botox cartoon villain face
3-D printed and impaled smile as ubiquitous as underage prostitutes on Epstein's island
now with more ICE sanctioned “ kids in cages.”
In the smoke-choked outer gates, a pearly mezzanine,
Rush Limbaugh dabbing his crusty *** hanky
sweating, teetering, corpulent blob, leaking snapple like a stuck pig
He chortles on an endless A.M. talk radio loop, his triple chins wobbling like pork rinds in a fat fryer.
His 4 dollar cigar, 10 inches of colonial sadism, like his abandoned family burns wet and slow.
The smoke curls upward, thick as ***** generational trauma and just as sweet.
It drapes the room like a funeral veil made of Newts scam money and powdered supplement bile.
**** Cheney prays to Karl Rove born on Christmas day
both as ****** as the driven snow.
His skin is waxed like Lenin, but on a hydraulic exoskeleton,
They are fumbling try to hoist their cross-shaped catheters to spoon feed one another.
Whimpering ineffectually and muttering into a fetus-shaped walkie-talkie about planes in buildings over Guantanamo freedom.
Sad excuse for a moldered ******—half missile, half melted gavel
judder with every heartbeat stolen from Halliburton pensioners.
Each pulse chants "abort this, *****" through a bedazzled maga megaphone
mounted where a human heart is supposed to be.
Mitch McConnell in divine chin contempt and ecstasy, falls on schedule and is resurrected even more lobotomized each time. ( somehow)
Beneath the bone-cracked Trump Casino marble, a small out of the way obscure footnote of a rotunda “ the Striated Pantheon of star wars dreams”,
Dan Quayle moans through a diamond-encrusted grill ,
his libido injected with Reagan Era tax cuts and oil futures coated in powdered Adderall from summer camp spelling BEES, 1987.
His ******* tattooed with ' Tipper Gore ' twitch Morse code for “trickle-down, tickle down trickle down”
and each spasm sends a ripple through the latex Fallwell hymnals glued to his shriveled under developed thighs.
Oh, but make way fools ! For you have no say over your body Trans or Female as Clarence Thomas drives his big block Winnebago like he rides a tricycle the size of the Lincoln Memorial.
His scabby ashen elbows jut out like battering ram from each comic window.
Forgotten Jared K stole his custom Supreme Court Rascal,
denting time and space with every vow and a slow ritual bowing .
Clarence drools thick black sludge over his Anita Hill poster
legal ink, congealed into constitutional back alley abortion cancer.
His gums gnash "textualisms" as a hymn turned lullaby
corpses of past rulings slough off behind him like the bribery bloated garbage snake he is.
Kristi Noem breaks the reverie on all fours beneath a dripping taxidermied buffalo chandelier,
a pulsating greasy ******* protruding with corporate logos blinking in synchronized gun show glory.
Fur bloodied, mangled—coyote, dog, child? No one asks as she is paraded past Sandyhook again.
The plug buzzes the Pledge of Allegiance in maga Morse with a URL for granny donations pls.
Her eyes say thank you to truth social. Rights vanish like the separation of church and state in this bloated degenerate unqualified puppet show . Mega churches handing out loaded AR-10s.
Tacos and Manatees cavort in orange Cheeto dust and bedazzled glue guns.
Stormy Daniels *** dolls hang from scaffolds meant for Mike Pence
and everyone wipes their *** on stolen nuclear secrets.
Amen, Karen, Amen...