Warpath Poems - Poems about Warpath

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...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath! Das Don Auld (can hard 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 horse sense, asper...

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You wear your feathers proudly like a tribal chief. However, the things you do cause your better half’s grief. You gamble away the wampum that was meant for groceries. That money can’t be picked as if it grows on trees. Other females are taken in as if they were refugees. How many nights have you spent in other tepees? You load...

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Wrath of man works not of the righteous God ...

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I need a woman who can dance on a diamond and who can curse on a candle with equal aplomb,I need a woman that can calm like a bomb, I want a woman that can sew ginger stiches on a sad man's soul,I need a woman that can sing the sorrow sweet from unexpected defeat, I need...

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The time that set the teeth on edges Clamped to grit the whip-cracked jaws, Sprung the trap on mice and man, Drove a stake and honed the claws Of greed fatigue in Trojan wars. The net sinks deep, it slowly dredges Through the silt of basal bed, No choice of kill, kill what you can...

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