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Gott, Oh Machtig, Trump Iz On the Warpath Again

Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again! Glad for birth write to express views aware cunning linguists will apply figurative screws in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse exercised courtesy mail in ballots, or electorates standing in queues who the previous Sunday possibly fervently prayed within pews a mixture of Republican and Democratic gentiles (relating to or indicating a nation or clan, especially a gens) and orthodox or reformed Jews, although dissimilar viewpoint you may choose, perhaps feeling exuberant crying tears of joy with red eye to boot unlike myself (a common Joe) biden his time until 2028 until then experiencing moody blues. The following mostly written November 6th, 2018, nevertheless, I copy and paste bulk of previously crafted poem applicable to 2024 presidential election nearly six years to date from forty fifth elected meddling, scheming, and yawping commander in chief. Das Don Auld (can hardly tank tucker - son of Carl, and leave landscape barren) calling out rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race, viz demolition derby presaging death to White Anglo Saxon democracy DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) minions decry diplomacy, crass denunciation of Stacey Abrams liberally Apple eyeing jingoistic rhetoric declare defamation directly upon disparate grass roots hegemony, hectoring, heckling, and harassing humble hobby (lobby) horse sense, asper progressive democrats hurrahing, holstering, hitching visa vis disc hovering rays in the sky, no fault in our stars, harnessing healthy, honesty, humility plowing, sowing, and tilling political terrain at expense tubby execrably, damnably, cruelly, brutally, nagged, branded, and whipped malevolently, mercilessly, and mischievously lambasted by fourth grade vocabulary level former commander in chief exuding: haughtiness, doughy bully pronouncing prescriptions provisioning one percent pampered population attending one born at Jamaica Hospital in Queens, New York City hobnobbing, galavanting, fawning... at ego inflating functions exploiting downtrodden under most class "dirt poor" bilked proletariat segment. Pinnacle (topping Taj Mahal), now owns Birds eye bourgeoisie view, which informs hawkish word smiths, onlookers with powerfully pointed outlook excellent access, sans zealous, vociferous, uxorious, and traitorous tyrannical reigning Rex less lee pugnacious noxious loose xenophobic, jabberwocky, demagoguery laced jargon surly sucking, quizzically, pugilistic-allied, outrageously punching imaginary nemesis, linkedin with instagram, snapchat twittering skulking arch conservative enemies clandestinely undermining (bone a fide skulduggery) ambitions to turn back figurative clock, applauding, cobbling, counting crowdsource to elect forty seventh commander in chief to reboot, remake, and retry to restore American (post world war II) hit parade soundtrack resonating with ardent blatant bigotry, colored blinders, devilish foo fighting patriotism, nepotism, localism, gerrymandered, jury rigged Russian hijacked pollster precincts, nativism milking titillating conspiracy theorists, denouncing radical ambidextrous righteous leftists, silencing second amendment agent challenges provocateurs, lake wobegon raconteurs, and saboteurs infiltrating highest echelons with spooky intelligent poseurs, and green lighting one man plutocrat steamrolling aborted blackened civil disobedience (Thoreau Lee) walled in reproductive rights.

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