Dixie And Science

[Kamala Trump]

The strangest of bedfellows
One wielding the other like a medieval bludgeoning weaponing.
A fractured skull argument
confetti of words like splattered brain on hair shirt

Die for the spiritualist king a proud noahide death of internationalized honor
he will, forever, repeatedly, because of the well document proof which doesn't exist

Or it's the right on quick arrow of justice, to keep preemies human

I quiver

 

[Epicurus]

Get a job.

 

[Kamala Trump]

Get a job.

Learn to think for yourself.

 

[Epicurus]

So I can write special poems, too?

 

[Kamala Trump]

So I can write special poems, too?

You can do whatever you want, l'il engine that can. Just know you can do it.

 

[theMAJORITY]

So I can write special poems, too?

No---so you can understand them. What the hell was that AHZ? Art?

 

[theMAJORITY]

You can do whatever you want, l'il engine that can. Just know you can do it.

You can do it--you can do it. Consertatives (real ones) have faith in you. Liberials don't have faith in you! Proove them wrong!

I may not be a art reader--but nobody can take care of me better then me. no way--no how---no obama!

 

[Dixie - In Memoriam]

Awww.... AssClown wrote me a poem! I am so honored to have made such a profound impact on his life thus far, and look forward to mentoring him even more in the years to come.

 

[Kamala Trump]

No---so you can understand them. What the hell was that AHZ? Art?

Yes. It is art. little a art. anonymous art, like genius scrawled on the bathroom wall, unforgettable, forgotten