Richard III Revisited
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
could never get a date with Stevie Nicks.
ICE agents are detectives (yes, they’re dicks!)
They murder citizens to get their kicks:
their bedroom windows shuttered-up with bricks.
Don’t even get me started on Hope Hicks!
Enough, ye noble folk, of politics.
Vacation thoughts – the River of the Styx,
which brings forgetfulness, among my picks –
to let my worries lie, submerged, deep six.
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