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2020 Election Death'o'Democrazy NightMare Dream

 

Grief synonymous wit transfiguration
                                                 that comes a'guised in death.
Yet all is calm, quiet in the  factor'ies.
Meltdown from a shutdown or "is it"        t'other way'round ?
         Money or people? wit corrupt economy'kapital,
         goose layin' (olden) egg, as the Gold Standard is way passe.
    Gotta run it all on toiletpaper-strength imaginary credit, so's
                        the wealth (wealthy) will never be compromised.
 But the real people?  The better to fuck them wit....dopey dupes dey be.

prayspeak all'o yo mercies when
                                                          th'lections all come betabulated,
& prayspeak,  some One throws a petulant, adolescent fit gettin
them  proudboys militias QnonQs brainfucked (patr'idiot) minions to a
2nd
Civil War wit they's basemental hid auto'play quickshot play'things,
               acting out G.I.Joey prophecy to Save this
o,o,o, azz'hole sweet (OUR country!) nation ('tis'o thee, motherfucker!)
           Sweetland of Li'ber'ty------------freedom + justice for All (thee)
                                whiteboy Foundling Fa'thers.....

(Look! I'm immune! (you fucking fools....this country's full of imbeciles.
                    That's why I'm so Rich") )

O, whatta Poem, watta POOM we got us here.
                                                            
                                      lord. i hates it (this po'em).
                              Trash
                                       it      away,  Mildred.   In thee
                                  Eee'ternal dustbin
                                                               deep.
                                                    


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2020dkzkdannypoomsplusfotos'de'Malo2020oct24th
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Published
Author's Note
Daddy, buy me a real gun for Christmas. No more of that toy shit.
Christ/God wants you to.
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