My Son Says

My son says that once you start down the slide, there's no going back.
My son never lies.
My son says "why doesnt god stop 45?"
"God doesn't live here, my child," my heart says.
Instead we get an orange waxy discharge, a symptom of Americas greatest infection, forget vagisil, this shit is legit for real penicillin resistent.

This man, if your mouth can get around that, says that tear gas is all natural and therefore acceptable to fill the lungs of little ones as long as they are brown: bur his own will never know the agonizingly blind confusion, feeling like their dying, can't breathe, can't see.
One of this kids was only three.
And this pig is constantly squealing that HE is the one being treated unfairly.
America is too afraid to make some bacon and serve it with a side of impeachment on a cracked crucifix knicked from the tip of a nazis gravestone so he gets a dose of reality on the bones of those he considers family..showing that even he will be brought to justice just like his friends by a country that was his demagoguery to end.

We've got nooses hanging loosely from historical monuments, the asylum is being run by the inmates.
Swastikas are flung like bent chakrams decapitating democracy so he can grab America by the pussy, spinning thuggery back into fashion with cute red hats to match the arm bands of his friends.

Hell has been raised and the devil is no longer a player, he's just watching and paying out the long shot that somehow bought a bullseye.
His prized possession is his own reflection, a man possessed by greed and narcissism wrapped around a withered heart severed at birth.
His net worth is in the billions but his worth as a human is around 10cents and that's being generous...russian knows how to find a bargain.