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THE THINKING CAP
Joe misplaced his thinking cap, his thoughts went astray.Suddenly clueless, he could think of nothing to say.He furrowed his brow, he thunk really hard.He couldn’t make the connection, he was such a retard.He corralled a few thoughts, he spat them out.Nobody knew what the hell he was talking about.He thought even harder, smoke poured from…
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SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT
Cry for the children, drown us with your fake tears.Shout out your abortions, monger your fake fears.Women will die in backalleys, yeah, if they’re mugged.Or strung out on heroin or fentenyl drugged.Quit with your bullcrap, Sing it to your choir.Quit running around with your fake purple hair afire.If you must kill your babies, go where…
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THE SUMMERTIME BLUES
Stupid people of the world, it’s time to unite.The world ends Tuesday, a week from tonight.The Sun is on fire, we’re burning alive.That’s most every day, from noon until five.The air is sizzling, birds burst into flames.It ain’t no joke, Ma Nature doesn’t play games.Fires are bigger, they’re out of control.Get off your high horse,…
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MY FAVORITE PEJORITIVE
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…
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THE FODDER OF JOKES
College kids are so butthurt, taught they’ve been wronged.Cheated out of the future, for which they supposedly longed.They can’t murder their progeny, that’s what they claim.They misunderstand everything, it’s always the same.The protesting, the rioting, pulling out their blue hair.The fake tears, the tantrums, the misplaced despair.Steered one way then another, always a new cause…
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WHAT’S GOING ON
If you don’t want monkey-pox, quit acting like monkies.If you’re afraid of an overdose, quit being a junkie.I don’t care if you’re a pervert, having sick sex with other men.Maybe God is punishing you, after all it’s a sin.I don’t care if you’re shooting dope, I do care if you die.I’m just asking you, to…
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HE MEANT WHAT HE MEANT
With his head up his ass, he moves blindly forward.Our ship is sinking, he’s not moving shoreward.He’s doubling down, on his plans for America’s doom.He thinks that our children are put here to groom.He denies what is obvious and lies through his choppers.From his ass and his mouth, we hear too many whoppers.It stinks either…
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THE INSTIGATOR
He opened the floodgates, the fake tears poured out.He was wringing his hands, to dispell any doubt.He was on top of it, a small crowd had gathered.They were impressed with the nonsense he blathered.He felt so self righteous, he was doing such good.He felt he was convincing, not misunderstood.He almost believed in the things he…
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THE CHANGE
He abandoned his sanity and voted for Joe.Instantly making him an ignorant schmo.He bought into lies, brainwashing himself.His wife noticed the decline in his mental health.She begged him incessantly to return to earth.To again take some pride in his own self-worth.In return, he mocked her, imitating her voice.He hung out with neighbors who were pro-choice.He…
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AN AMERICAN TALE
Brandon has cancer, Hunter’s cracked up.Both are born liars, both think they’re tough.Brandon caught covid, how could that be.He’s vaxxed to the max, what’s that tell me.It tells me he’s full of it, BS and hot air.He’s surely fear-mongering, he does his share.Hunter’s so proud of his own Pedo-Pops.Both are expecting, a visit from cops.Both…