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a first family has never ending wilt this statistician's score and old yeller on top of the scene there with his bullhorn only there to shout as his tweets mount across the inteenet dial
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
a first family's rite
Today I understand incoherent rage Learned the loss of my best disposition With the youtube clip Of a felt tipped double dipped ******* Spitting ******** about how the government Is coming to **** him Pleading please help me by killing them Empty brained slack jawed hee haw Huffing the exhaust fumes from some Sixteen mile a gallon extended cab Four-wheel drive ford truck Chubby face running of with Nineteen twenties style militia hate Red neck panting and paranoid Rallying others to his cause With sloppy sentiments and stupid slurs No information or reason From this white entitled flat earth creationist Spewing patriotism and treason In the same stank skoal scented breath Afraid of the Muslims, Communists, Socialist, and Intellectual atheist Won’t wait to debate with facts Cause facts are what he lacks Just rash reactions with explosive violence Beating up protesters to the point of silence Reality ******* in favor of Slow pre-used slogans with no clarity I am getting so tired of this Same old ****
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Raging Rant Against Raving Idiot
My heart has been invaded. Alarms sound through the open hallways And echoing spiral stairwells. I hear the tread of a thousand-man army Trudging through liquid and flesh To capture my precious Love, The Love that has been locked away in a tower Safe from the outside world. Call 911 - This is a real emergency. Fear creeps up my spine As the shadow looms in the distance And my days are numbered. The army closes in with a fatal lullaby, But to my surprise The figure emerging from the mist Is no heartbreak militia, But instead A girl. Just about my height Face to face. Flower petal lips and hummingbird heartbeat. Deep brown eyes glance through feather-lashes And I am smitten. If my invader is here to kidnap Love from her tower, Love would go willingly. A dream-come-true abduction.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Invasion