The orange cheetah with his gold curtains,
Compared his paws to his cheetah hood,
No problem there ?
The days are running out and the orange sunset matches his complexion,
This clown as Biden called him,
Loves orange and it’s hues,
Envisioning his uneducated followers,
Stroking his golden plane and even more golden custard hair,
Gold can cover up any failure?
Why are they all so mean to his golden custard ?
casino royalty on steroids-
Feeling twenty years younger,
crazy uncle cheetah conspiracies
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2020 17:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Golden fraud is glimmering in the sun
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Methinks Midas touched his own face... thanks for the playful images...
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