A Rooster Atop The Manure

P Paul Amrod Paul Amrod
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We sincerely await the arrival of some honest humility Nevertheless we encounter an utterly banal futility Squawking invincibly his erroneous predisposed comments disguised with hoods and Excalibur wearing ugly garments. Caterwauling his belligerent army to halt and stand by although the proud boys further their blustery battle cry. Claiming civil demonstrations are administered by Antifa disregarding that Black Lives Matter is important per capita. Sending in the ghouls without respect for our veterans throwing pepper balls, swirling clubs, till peace is overrun. Pardoning a seventeen-year-old radical right-wing vigilante and the prosecution isn't suffice yet the evidence isn't scanty. The blatant march to conformity, ignoring a common cult has cornered our ailing autocrat who only resorts to insult. Ignoring doctoral warnings while slurping his antibody cocktails injecting steroids and remdesivir; like Hyde he begins to wail. Against professional suggestions he forces a dangerous motorcade endangering his secret service with this ludicrous promenade. Entering the White House he storms up the ancient stairwell proceeding to the southern balcony to present his hard sell. Ripping off his mask to infect the surroundings of the oval office trampling over cooks and butlers and spitting on each naïve novice. Avoiding the embarrassment of his incredibly immense indebtedness paying a few taxes and receiving a reimbursement for his sloppiness. Then riding a wild boar disgracing himself during the first debate loosing voters for his attitude is so narcissistic, obnoxious and irate. Incapable of listening to any sources of reason or enlightenment insisting to remain on his misguided path of embitterment. Projecting his disgruntled state by firing all qualified attendants loosing contact with authenticity for upon falsehoods he's dependent. Trying his damnedest to disrupt the holy process of free election throwing the wrench in the machine before he meets dejection. Then the cruelness of attempting to deny an affordable care act by replacing a third judge at the Rose Garden with no masks intact has come back to thwart his evil scheme while the Senate stutters. Looking under the weather while his Corona has lost its luster pressuring the FDA by sucking all the unproven drugs down in one blow. Let's pray to God our Prez is lying for this won't help our braggadocio. Misogyny, hypocrisy, homophobia and xenophobia are his fetish hence he is recklessly overbearing and so miserably apathetic. Calling on Nostradamus for in the inception of the promised Golden Age Bless his soul old Bobby Woodward and his prophetic book called "Rage". So we whistle old Dixie for the buffoon carrying the flag of an evildoer cockle-doodling at the break of dawn like a rooster atop the manure.

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