i’m a man of wealth+taste
he had yellow hair +a wicked combover a swiss cheese-ey elvis
face strangely pitted bloated bugeyed the wife a mail order bride
with fangs they’re gone now crawled back under the rock from
whence they came
but america will never be the same 74+ million deplorables some
with long guns +horns crawled out too grunting now forcibly
separated from his de base by the stolen election he weeps as
Mel tells her pallid son: be best and go back to your room
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Winter 2021 ..it’s lonely at the bottom..
songanddancegirl 