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Can't Pick Much Candy Cotton When Them Cotton Bolls Get Rotten

 
 
too late to be UP allnite yet a'gain,
Flouncing and flumoxing at a dead
guy's door waiting for the great
florida winter to settle into settlements
of beach garbage.
 
              Peoples'round here don't take
                that virus'shit seriously 'cause
                there're so many oldfuck repub-
                lican assholes, listening intently
                to the asshole-clown president,
                who is such a well spoken ignor-
                amous who's expert on everything
               and more, especially how for you
               to die everyday by the thousands
               so's dollars and stockmarket stays
                healthy.
 
 But don't get me wrong. My compassion
is as infinite as you'll find in this florida
security compound, where I hide in a highly
disorganized little room, undecided as to
stay alive long enough to be entertained
by Our End Days celebration, party-time,  
death-of-all-on-earth, circus.  
               Cotton candy
for all, and all for cotton candy!
 
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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Published
Author's Note
Death don't have no mercy in this land..........
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