Did Discover That Trump Is Diabolic
We did discover Trump was diabolic;
Symbolic of problem that is Systolic;
Does need some stroll,
Through weight control;
Way above head becoming psychotic.
Jim Horn
Fear What We Hear from Trump
What we hear from Trump always fear;
Never can make things perfectly clear;
Pay ransom,
For enthusiasm;
Give a kick in the rear then disappear.
Jim Horn
Facts that you may have forgot,
Even if cold or some times hot;
Not sure,
Of cure;
So go ahead and give it a shot.
Wife called me a great back scratcher;
Yogi Berra had been a great catcher;
Need prime minister like Margaret Thatcher;
In rye they needed a catcher and thrasher;
Who was the best party crasher?
How many ever had a good smasher;
On did you learn to be latcher;
Of tires can possibly become a patcher;
On Saturday Night Live ever saw a Trump enactor;
Made people mad who became a hater;
Like Patriots many records shatter.
Be tight end who knows which way to scatter.
Have you ever heard feet go pitter pater.
Can you think of any or many or not any at all?
Jim Horn
The crater of pragmatic world.
Burden of having systolic soul.
Time has the enigma to manoeuvre
you leeward and wee-ward.
Space has the power to breed unbreakable emotion.
Justifying the irrational behaviour is like
contaminating bruised sanity.
Pacify the thought of rejuvenated aura.
Deep down lies the wounded heartbroken rhythmic solution.
We call it pragmatic world.
Its insignia of coliseum of benefactors.
That regards you to be dead poet.
Which generates the creatures that resembles.
The undetected, undiluted, unassailable, unaltered.
Realm of the cosmo.
They protrude the energies of love.
Love as in morphic of the globe.
It all flies back in till the core.
So the pragmatic souls.
Retrieve the greatest creations.
And their unremitting behaviour to keep ovulating...........LOVE
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