Donald Trump must be permanently lambasted...

rew4er2nail

and ewe know what else...

furloughed & barred from Whitehouse

 

Ducks of former self proclaimed Grand Poobah
getting lined up and goosed as these words typed
after trumpeting January 6th, 2021

as violent insurrection

Mitch Mcconnell got ribbing.

 

Poor sign,... I ham going to pisces aghast, where

pigheaded previous president concerned

at increasing mind numbing popularity

and looming ominous shadow

witnessed by Donald Trump,

a poor loser who viciously

inexplicable resurgence against odds

despite his opprobrious person,

hence aye aerate thoughts,

how ass a nine his banal, demoniacal,

egomaniacal, fanatical,

guttural, hurtful, inimical

 

culling frightening insight,

where malicious, portentous,

salacious, venomous Portuguese

Man 'o War debacle

doth crowdsource, flickr,

and indeed long foster

my plenti full overactive imagination

to induce writhing expressions of fearfulness

proportionate burst of haughtiness)

while he doth stump

would animate mine rear

i.e. rather noxious flatulence

 

expelled from outward doppelganger of rump

pull stilts skin cuz this chap

haint noah fan, but wood vouchsafe

tub be a jimmy neutron

n spongebobsquarepants

ark n saw wing enemy

against da dull don dat does pump

swaggering bravado with fist swelling ego

analogous to his body

infected with severe case of mumps

that brazen denizen hurling

and spewing volcanic fiery spittle

with incense against others –

 

to him mere lumps

of protoplasm heckled as inferior to himself

boasts as proof of favoritism,

that enervating, endearing fawning,

gabbling feverish arrogant,

bombastic, chauvinistic, egotistical

mania for him jumps

higher than expected,

while he commits faux paws which bumps

his ratings higher, he gleefully endorses

pandemonium toward gloating gump

shun from the uproarious. querulous

and populous madding crowd.

 

Throughout relaunch of his campaign,

banally, devilishly, and fiendishly

character assassinating

those opposed to his views -

inducing me to harrumph and dump faith

in humanity, wondering what ruse

smart democratic pol mongers can conjure up

while pacing in soft shoes

woeful sentiments sans his attempt did render

(during 2020 race to White House)

competitors to drop out in ones n twos

whom he purportedly considers apostates,

 

and heathens cons heed

Make America Great use

all manner of

bullying, execrating, instigating

chaos, ferocious, insidious lies

determination, whose re: his occipital pupils

coalescing, hardening into searing

grape nut size wrath poisonous daggers

forcibly silencing any jeers

when necessary

plagiarizing neo Nazi playbook -

with a "who cares"

 

attitude closing in on pinteresting

for United States chess board foursquare,

which deliberate intent

to foment n wrought prostrate -

music to those hoteliers billion dollar ears

defeating apprenticing contestants

hearing sobbing tears

with vitriolic violent bilious

inducing jabs of his a will full spears

reputations of personalities

(men and women politicians

 

his especial flavor of

scathing, scandalous, scabrous sordidness

spewed squeamishly

to grab by the figurative crotch

the hello kitty 2024 presidential election),

whether liberal, conservative,

heterosexual or queers

thus tis find this muddling middle aged mwm

garden variety and generic guy

brandish, flourish, and nourish

psychic fractal brittle shears.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2022 09:28
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 18
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  • Rocky Lagou

    Wow. This was something. Preach though! I had to read this with my dictionary by my side 🧐. Good job though. Trump is something from another universe.

  • Paul Bell

    Generally, when a President goes, you don't hear of them again, yet Trump just won't die, and if anything, the conspiracy theories won't go away either. Thank your lucky stars, you don't have Boris.



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