Mongoose Soul
Snowflakes- fragile as they are.
Silently gather upon granite slopes.
In fantastic clusters of silver.
Burying the cancel cultist narc and the blinded woke...
Wonderful- wonderful avalanche-
Weak-minded cancel cultists feel threatened by everything.
Except themselves and their barber pole thoughts.
Screaming diversity. Never mentioning unity.
What a lonely slog through life it must be.
The squirrels once basked in vats of Elon's musk.
Now the slightest scent of a mind unchained.
Finds them gnashing yellow teeth, burning brains.
Now they're eating their own... for lunacy is unsustainable.
Enjoy the show-enjoy the show.
Now a clueless squirrel had the nerve to toss the nuts of God in my face.
When it had gleaned Jesus out of everything.
So go ahead-hypocritical asp.
Spit your venom...
My mongoose soul just laughs!
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