….Stretches from here to the Far East, and I’m not talking about Jason looking for the Golden Fleece, It popped up like a cake with too much yeast..
…..some are fleas on its back, their news isn’t right and exact, that’s where they lack, mostly the black; the rest are thrown on its lap, that’s why they caught the clap, but the fleas are running late, the beast got them held up at the gate, so they won’t contemplate, if they ever see that it’s fake, the beast’s bowels is filled with those who figured out their leaders were on the take, now they’re just being used for bait, while the rest of the world waits, the beast releases its intake, the seen is so foul we don’t have enough towels to soak up this nasty pile, it increases the crime rate.