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Sans Whole Body Out Of Country Transplant

hmm...methinks mebbe aye
can empty the ocean
     one teaspoon at time bine bye
and after about
     a bajillion years cry
tears of joy, when mine
     petrified organs of sight decry
solid sea floor to mud dill

     across to Iceland eye
would readily forsake
     United States citizenship,
     and buzzfeed akin to a human fly
hooping genuine emotional
     physical, or spiritual
     philanthropic gratuity
     could be accepted

     'pon being bequeathed
     from this guy
'course after friendly
     bantering initiated with "hi"
and once settling upon lingua franca
     as modus operandi
     this wholesome casual
     conversant chap would appeal

himself as (non GMO gluten, and
     monosodium glutamate free) bonemeal
suitable Homo sapien reserved
     quite pleasingly congenial
to shake hands after
     mutual agreement reached,
     whereby roundly accepted
     apprenticeship contractual stipulations

     understood asper "Art of the deal,"
an awesomely empyreal
corroborate burning man
     Matthew Scott Harris
     in effigy "FAKE"
     immolation funereal
faux "cremation ashes"
     topped with goldenseal

thee initial process
     to detox and psychologically heal
from Trump Bite US strain A
     (or alternate spelling
D. trump pen lumpen throat
 or a similar
facsimile concocted "FAKE"
     illness thereof - NOT IDEAL
for man, woman, or child,
     who quickly become fodder material

(a bio-hazard devastating
     entire folks future generations genetics)
     symptoms easily mis
taken for nasopharyngeal
infection, where optimal
     cure comprises bland oatmeal

with jelly beans, thus I app peal
to provide sanctuary else this real
threat to life and limb
     will find me to suffer fools
     unless via quaffing hemlock
rigor mortis from grim reaper ICE steal!
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