Saturday, August 31, 2024

That Election, is it Coming Up or will it be a Comedy Flup

 

Flop Flop

Hiss Hiss

Oh!  That was a Vampire that Bit

 

               A political supporter came up to me and asked, “Did you know that my name is Eric Henderson?”  I looked back at him and said, “No!  It is Air Wreck Hinders Some!  Are you saying ‘Vote For Me!’?”

               Then he complained and said, “You’re another one of those many people that act like they listen to me, and you keep claiming things like I said, ‘Marijuana is my medicine.’  But what I always say is, ‘Marijuana is me Medi Sin.’  And you try to claim I am admitting that . ‘Marijuana is my MediEvil Sin.’  Why don’t you just take that with my politician’s  pints and smoke em?”

               I said, “Your politician sure is my Quartzilla.  Because Quartz is my God.  And your group are really a Silly Cone.”

               He then said, “Why don’t you Join Me? Give me the Money!  You can be, like me, ‘Mr. MAGOO’!”

               I said, “I am tired of you people who ‘Make Americans Grunts Over and Over again.’”

               He told me, “My Presidential candidate wants, not was,  a Draft Digital.”

               I asked him, “He is a Daft Dogger, along with his phony doctor’s excuse about bone spurs.  Doesn’t he constantly want to get Reimagined, but in reality, to him he is just  Reimaged?”

               He told me, “But the loveliest of his call was his Uncle’s Porn.”

               And I said, “That old guy’s life died several weeks ago.”

               I continued, “When you tapped me on the back, you!  It was like you saying, ‘This is a garage sale.’

But we all can see it is a Garbage Sale!”

               He commandingly sung to me, “When you fly to that five pointed dark star,

                             Don’t block the Universe

                                                                         Don’t block the Universe

                                                                         When you overflow as I’ve told before

                                                                            Don’t flock to leftists first.”

 

               That made me say, “What about your health?  Mental and otherwise.  And you sure are not wise!

       That comet

                                                   That spin

                                                   That 23 of May

                                                   Since your temp is that high

                                                   You should wait until it’s the Trombones in the Big Parade.”

 

               He then told me, “I want to quote, about you, from Star Warts, ‘Fluke!  Eye Jam You Farter!’”

              

That just made me sing

 

                                        “DJT

             Go Away

             Go Away

 

              DJT

              We have to pay

              We have to pay

 

              DJT

              You’re such a Gump

              You treat us as we are chumps

              You’re such a big Rump

              And you’re convicted for felonies you Trump.”

 

It sure makes me Think about:

 

               I hate it that things go this way

              They are taking our democracy away

 

               November’s a great big Democracy Crash

               Putin keeps paying out all kinds of cash

               The Supreme Court is deranging

               With this and things keep changing

               As my head keeps getting bashed for this election day

 

               They are trying to throw my voting rights away

 

               While that GOP keeps telling us their lies

                And they treat us like what attracts flies

                We all see Putin buying tRump another girl

                And none of them listens to what we say.

 

We’ve got to stop the help of that old Putin to dent our president.  The reality we keep hearing him say is “I’m Stalin and I can’t shut up!”

 

The owners get richer,

And the workers get poorer,

And the common people get taken advantage of,

That’s the gory of,

That’s the maga magic of tRumpsies and what tRump seized.

 

               So, what about:

 

                              Some say Melody

Some say Music

We all know You Are Sick

Melony

Melon Lie

Allonia

Melania

 

Donald Trump, you hear the claims of

Donald Trump, you cause the blames of

Donald Trump, you deserve to be in Jail!

 

 

 About Donald Trump, his life should end in the can.  His supporters say we are better off with  Geothermal Energy.  That GOP harms all Energy.

 

Why don’t people realize, “Scheme you all!  Scheme Heil!  That Hassling tRump is incarcerated.”

 

He keeps raising his fat faced dimples

He wants to claim all our votes, it’s simple

Donald

And he wants

His rapes to be our rapists too.

 

               Such a   Lying Man

Lying Man

He Claims whatever a Liar can

While there was a birth from his bride

He slept with whores on the side.

 

               It is not ‘Do Not Mistake.’  It is ‘Donut for Steak’  And ‘Meow my Donald.’

 

               Oh, this humid air I feel on my arms is like cotton balls rolling along from elbow to wrist.  I cannot breathe when I see those orange back drops.  My eyes close when that man keeps walking past carrying an empty, clear, plastic bag.

               Why did I ever walk into this place?  My ears feel the push of mercury around the sun.  And that’s not even my sun.  The gravitational rings around my home planet smooth out the question asking if we are all ducks from those cords over my head?  And what about the chores around my throat?  Pinchon is a wax in order to seethe my children.  If that cauldron was so blight, my remembrance would have a sock on his left ankle and three cicadas, all on its right knee.

               What’s right for him is watt’s kalamile in his neighbor’s palmetto.  Medow here and Metro there.  Hear a mellow, theirs is bellowed.  And whatever the bee shall see.

 

               Grab my wrist and enjoy while my finger pulses your soul.

 

                              Head Ache

                              Body Ache

                              I got such a Lie, Fake?

 

 

I told that Ladder Boy Flue, come blow your Farts.  You said you were an ally.  Or did you say that as a lie?  Your life is a facsimile of allies.

Are you menthol?  Because, if you are metal, that is alloy I know.  I do know my group is small.  While you complain about “All you minimals!”  It is your followers that think you campaign for the aluminums.    

 

I sure Hate when this all began

He should be sitting under the can

He’s such an irregular pooping man

 

Donald tRump is not a Doctor

He needs a Doctor, not a Donor.

 

He had four wives.  Were they living all together so he could send them out on loan?  Then there are all those days when that father stares at his daughter.  We all know it was much more than a munch.  They kept getting, all together, As they continued to be the Donald Bunch.

I know you hate it, but you are such a Right Winger, that that makes you a Leftist Generator.

 


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