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"I Won. I Won! Really. I Won. Now, Kill the Non-Believers!
Looky here Looky there
it's
a January blizzardo right
here
in florid Floridio! Who'da
cou'lda
I m a g i n e d ?
and the wynde is a'whippin',
and the slippers is a slippin'
and the shovels be scrapin'
all over this rigid concretism.
And.....some old fucker's gonna
get that pneumonia bug,
and fuckin' die.
Hmmm....."where have all the Covids
gone? such a long time passin'."
The Covidians is waitin' patiently,
while the pneumo does it's thing,
then Covi jumps in to polish ye off.
(or maybe it's the other way'round, so what? )
Dead is dead in this dead-end.
Hospi's & morgues filled to bustin'.
Damn shame, ain't it ?
Mean-while, the Peerless Leader could give
a slim, slimey shit about the 350 thou of
"my fello'merikans", and goes about trying
to incite riots, lethal combat, civil war, because
he's nothin' more than the proverbial , lyin',
self-absorbed, phony-ass, combed-over, emotionally
sick mo'fu that ever weasled their way into that Whiteman
House, that this country's wild'ass, hypocritical, inhuman,
lynch'mobbin', genocidal, "manifestly destined", Gawd'bless'ed
h i s t o r y ,
has been able to come up wit lately.
Enough bitchin'. Now tell me a bit about yourself.
+ Gawd bless us each and every
whiteman-supreme
one of us !
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