Summit Times Ja Just Gotta Walk Away

Summit Times Ja Just Gotta Walk Away... Excusing yourself as if... going to the bidet, an immense water closet (perhaps the size of Mar A Lago type getup), sans human waste (after flushing hearing heavenly suctioned whoosh) empties into prez Donald's bay, where one bum wrapped aforementioned toilet finely (and finally) enthrones derriere exquisitely, and, delicately intricately, chiseled wrought with cloisonné ah...enjoying simple pleasure a$$ I say sipping one after another Red Bull, whence with one final trumpet of the rump - (as acknowledgment to angry 1%), though quite reluctantly did pay - hitting the custom built in combination handsome replica Taj Mahal fountainhead golf course made from clay baked Adobe bathroom links (whew...long Atlas) shrugging off responsibilities, escorted by migrant compadre Russian Putin lookalike uncannily also resembles plucked Kernel Sanders advocating consuming buttered Thomas English muffins with oreos can delay, tending to government, who successfully playfully, melodiously preaches, sermonizes and absolute zero values benefits burning off calories, where couples sashay, asper square and/or contra dancing, where the caller hollers hip hip hooray barely audible above noisy fracas and fray of crowded house, avast throng of village people stomp louder than a quiet riot global military foray anathema to dogma, karma, persona... of Jacques Cousteau, or green like minded millennials and/or gray bearded whelk homed by elasmobranchii.