Trumpet Call 2 Hide B4 Armageddon

if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker 
to save your ass
brace yourself as this don holed 
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation 
like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass
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a synonym force head fabricator - 
will threaten democracy, thus be afraid
as this pompous voice quotes 
from hiz playbook, which = a charade
the hard core truths, he 
(who i liken to the plague) doth evade
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and dreams up fault of Barack Obama 
for extinction of dinosaurs,
crucifixion of Jesus Christ
down fall of the Roman Empire, 
or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade
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yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender 
evinces a psyche that did brexit n got frayed
building and monopolizing castles in the sky - 
nonexistent as a grade
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school fib - or donning role 
as play ground bully teaming with ivan 
the terrible to dominate the greensward 
in the above fiction, but...man
that loose canon dressing his 
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"make america great again" gag line - whar i ran
and mid eastern countries will rise 
as one cheering him as star of global hit parade
despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium 
birth er ring a conflagration
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kenya believe the world acquiesces 
to thine projected masquerade
blocking im grate shunning crowds - 
which number of people rival in size  
taller (if stack one atop thee other) 
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than the trump tower casino or high rise
with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided 
by drug lords, the swedish house mafia 
or terrorist ties???
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whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade
sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts 
from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark 
swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016



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