Goose Goose Goose Duck
Goose, goose, goose... duck!
They say they love and are not full of hate.
But listen to their speeches, with all their beseeches,
and judgemental and condemning ruminate.
And what of their fruits by which they can be judged,
that has fallen to the ground and reeks of rot?
Their causes based on lies, now lie fermenting in historic sludge.
Foolish voters, well now, they win foolish prizes.
And they keep electing their own and complain of their pain.
Yet... the cause of their suffering, the fool Democrat never realizes.
by Martin Braun
September 8, 2023
Too old for the same, repeated, broken records of bad solutions to rehearsed problems.
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