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What We Deserve
What We Deserve! Mother's milk, a sucking child, Full of bull, and running wild, And elected by us (just for fun), Though we’re monkeys that screech in a tree, You are high if you think you are free! Evolution, God’s plan come undone! Tiny hands that cling to breast, Chosen one (thinks sucking's best), "Get your own, I'll not share, who's a fool? If I say it, boohoo means it’s true, Do you think fool that I care for you? Soon I'll defecate too in your pool!" ‘Nepotism! ‘Out for lunch,’ Incest favors all my bunch, 'Here's my daughter, my sons; they're mob made!' I'm their pimp; they're both meat and my spice! 'Money talks!' is my only advice, 'Cool-aid (1) I mixed and poured in the shade.'" "Politics is up for sale, Education to assail! 'Road to hell' now is claimed by the 'Right.' 'Fake news' helps me manipulate mob, Hide my wealth, pay no tax is my job, I bring gold, not ‘sick logic’ to fight!" "Who do you think’s born to win? I’m a master, fount of spin! If I lie, it's not lying, a joke! 'Fifth Amendment' sure bet that I'll take Or the truth chokes and dies on my snake; I can pardon myself with one stroke." Long Tooth June 30, 2018 Poet’s Notes: (1) A reference to the ‘Cool-Aid’ drunk by Jim Jones and his follower which he poisoned so that his followers would all die with him.
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