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President Comb-Over, Quite the despicable guy Got himself elected But the wise folk wonder why. Obama wore a tan suit Conservatives went insane, But this Wimpy lookalike butterball Sports a totally artificial mane. If ****** predation were a soccer game This **** would win The World Cup. If you ignored the news and his tweets You’d think someone made this horror show up. He’s lied and cheated and swindled his way In to more lucrative deals than he deserved Then a large minority of certifiable idiots Elected him so he could to pretend to serve. He took the Oath of Office, quite smugly But that’s where his integrity would end. He set about making deals for himself His trophy wives, his offspring and friends. He made few attempts to cover his tracks, Mostly just shouted blatantly obvious lies By which he was fooling no one intelligent. Just the moronic, the foolish and unwise. He relied on the vagaries of human nature That voters are among the laziest humans And would rather vote for a rascal it seems Than take a chance on an honest new man Or woman, or gay or an experienced soul That could take over the Presidential reins Instead of driving our country straight to hell And making huge profits off the remains. Brent Kincaid 4/23/2019
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
PRESIDENT COMB-OVER
Oftentimes I find my self entranced in how you'll catch me at a glance when you first walk through our front door. Will my leg dangle to the floor with mischevious intent, my breast concave inside itself and dressed translucent in skin, glowing radiant in what I reflect, a moon grey slate, from your light source? A celestial body on its course, will I eclipse myself in the blinding dark of an unconscious development that lends me trembles delicate, a slumbering lunar element circumvented by a halo of blonde curls, suspended? I spend centuries predicting the me's I have and will depict, yet it never is as I intend it. You gravitate to me, unrestricted, because we find ourselves addicted to each other's whole, unscripted.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
pluto is a planet and love is a solar system