He came, Spurted a teaspoon of ***** inside her: A politician, A model, A traitor, A patriot, A teacher, nurse, doctor, An artist, a poet, a writer,............ and I, A swimming gold medallist. We all swam to reach the ****, I was Y and I merged withX first, A new swimming sensation was born.
On November the 6th, I voted against Phil Bredesen. Yesterday, I was pleased to learn that he didn't win. I also voted against Bredesen once before. Back in 2006, when he was Tennessee's Governor. This time he was running to be Tennessee's Senator. I didn't like how he did his job when he was Governor. Now he's licking his wounds because he didn't win. Many of Tennessee's residents voted against Bredesen.
Surveying their realm. Secret disdain for their domain of rule looking down expecting us fools. Shackled to rules, guided by fools who use us like tools. Treat us like work mules, Bulls for entertainment These acts are shaming, we walk tamely for fames sake. Hoping to be remembered in books, so we surrender our right to fight against the blight of flawed systems that hold us tight. This keep us up at night, gnawing thought that never stops. So, we take shots and forget we the push back the ever fret- ing of our minds. Trying to find solace in our mind that the binds we wear are worth it. History is told by the victors swayed by the bandaged blisters of long repented sores. Abandoned the brotherhoods that formed, upon the shores of less peaceful times, when our place in community was assured. We steward bards and they divide us into shards to fight in petty wars added pawns to the value of their might. And at the end when we shut our eyes and embrace the night the world is left to fools, who fight and compare might and make us the debt of their plight.
The Dufus Oompaloompa in Chief Is nothing but a high-level thief. He constantly lies and all he tries Is a rich man’s version of relief. He’s another rich guy on welfare. He uses every ***** trick he can use You see his crooked face everywhere; He keeps his **** mug in the news.
His morality is virtually nonexistent He’s never been a commendable fellow. And because he is truth-resistant He’s a braggart, a liar and he’s yellow. His life has been a study in selfishness, He’s been a *******, a predator and crook. His biography is an unreal literary mess. As he has never liked going by the book.
Listening to him speak you can see He is lying with almost every word. He can’t interact with anyone honestly You can’t believe a single word you heard. Inside his head must be something like A painting by Bosch or Salvatore Dali Even if his head ends up on a pike He’ll still be as bright as a collie!
Donald Twittler, not a pretty picture Sees himself as some kind of king. Makes constant promises, Doesn’t know what integrity is, His word really doesn’t mean a thing. Donald Twittler reveres Adolf ****** Wants a Nuremberg rally of his own. He craves mass adulation From a battered nation From the mistakes that are his alone.
Donald Twittler phones from the ******* Rages online in the middle of the night. Each complaint anyone makes He claims they’re all fakes As if he's ever known wrong from right. Donald Twittler, the personification of a drifter, Has no relationship with the truth at all. Don’t bother asking why; He’s the best his Dad could buy, And he’s never had to be on the ball.
Donald Twittler, a slimy sort of critter Gets climaxes from national attention. He has never had morals; Buys his way out of quarrels, If he had a soul it’s far beyond redemption. Donald Twittler, thinks he’s better than ****** And we should all kiss his big fat ***. More than half of us disagree And urge him to quickly flee Because most of us would just as soon pass.