It’s a term of endearment, calling Brandon. marxist scum.
It’s not meant to denigrate, wherever he’s from.
It points out his most obvious, odious, character flaw.
I feel good using it, and I’m not breaking any law.
I could call him an idiot, I could call him a big liar.
I could call him a degenerate, I could make fun of his sire.
I could condemn his whole party, as the party from Hell.
I could claim and then prove that he’s making me ill.
Some call him incompetent, I could say he’s worse.
I could bring up all his policies, which I think are adverse.
Policies destroying our country and are selling us out.
But complaining of the obvious isn’t what I’m about.
I could call him baby-killer, or lunch-bucket schmuck.
A clownish harbinger of doom or purveyor of bad luck.
My aspersions could be unending, all of them true.
I could speak of broken promises and his whole rotten crew.
I could claim he’s compromised by his mental condition.
Or his litany of lies and their constant invention.
I could mention his son Hunter, his partner in crime.
The faces of outright corruption, some would say slime.
I can be happy letting others beat all those drums.
My favorite go to pejoritive for Brandon, is MARXIST SCUM.
D.L. Crockett — 7/27/22