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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