Friday, March 11, 2011

The Stench

What a steaming pile...

What a disgrace
I don't even know
How she manages to show her face

After saying what she says
After proclaiming where she stands
She has no sane connection
To a regualr wokin man

She hates our military
She always plays the race card
If we are what we eat
This witch must devour a lot of lard

Obviously she's crazy
Filled with arrogance and contempt
She doesn't think things through
She doesn't even make the attempt

American is on the brink
And she's what's wrong
Her and every other sorry loser
Singing that lunatic communist song

9:01 am
poetry as a barrage
delivered after the report back
of recon on Sheila Jackson Lee
transcribed this time
11:48 am


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