Get Out Of Here You Squawking Bozo!

I’ll give ya till three
ta renounce your frightful winning spree
to bow out gracefully re:
signing your fate to trumpeting ya tail feathers prithee

what constitutes your bush whacking foreign policies
tomb me equals diddle lee squat
and foreign policy ranks offal
as human waste filled chamber pot
whereby trademark bully tactic devoid of original bon mot
thus, I (in tandem with fellow americans) risk
bing ruled by iron fist as scrawling jot

constituting your signature – cut-throat fiery,
incriminating moxie is all ya got
as perceived by this scant singular human –
in the cosmic schema – a mere dot
yet less odious – the most deleterious impact
my laughable poetic argot

unlike your trump petting breed
to concede
abdicating donning the white house by deed
ding inexplicable popularity (does defy and exceed
explanation – except as cult of braggadocio personality)
where masses like hogs at troughs feed
upon your roaring tsunami verve –
where blond waves hide greed

to resort to nepotism, whence population
will have lost community chance to heed
while into mortal kombat ye will probably lead
whence to me – this land of life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness doth need

other than trophy wife (possibly clad as beauty pageant contestant)
barring egress for minorities to live in America –
ja will nada grant
setting pace to reverse engineer social progress –
strutting as imam yule tidal kant
will set stage for prosperity to take kamikaze nosedive,
whar chaos will run rampant

cruz zing along (in your
mark coe styled bully pulp pit powered plane)
whence beefy ted dee bear security detail will gain
abhorrence as protesters grabbed scruff of necks with chain
gangs pressed into forced servitude –
after undergoing prefrontal lobotomy on their brain
sent off to erect towering complex edifices in ane.

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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