Draining The Swamp To Chase The Alligators

Well whether the swamp is in the Everglades or Long Island speaking out against insults to the constitution is a necessity. Mounting garbage as mental pollution is a form of brainwash wondering where the last golf ball went into the Scottish Highland. The Ex-Prez's fertility with Stormy has decreased his limited longevity leaving the Laundromat with the Detergents to a secret Carwash hidden for the Proud Boys to discuss their plots and insurrection. Silence through the ranks of the Reps denying the horrific holocaust, clutching for a power grab which has elusively disappeared as a recipe scrambled with an omelet exposing their guiltiness and obvious intention. Donnie's lawyers have lost their linguine with an Italian salad being tossed while a pizza is flipped over Sunnyside up devastating his fading legacy. Now his Big-Time Wrestling has a new title namely Smack-Down describing his dilemma with his tax returns landing in the halls of Congress. With Trumpty Dumpty landing on the New York Post the fantasy of Mother Goose and Alice in Wonderland wearing a funky nightgown swings through a cobwebbed castle creating his next debunking distress. Screeching penitentiary doors will catch him in a nightmare without empathy howling with Ebenezer whose sins do not amount to a whispering sound in relation to the abuse of power exercised daily with his Emperor's dress. Projecting and emulating his enemy's will upon himself brings no true sympathy for his claim to victimhood. Dragon's tears won't be forthcoming underground. Syringes and suctions slurp the everglades dry while hungry alligators try to depress their instincts thoughtlessly while our Ex-Prez exhibits his extreme sociopathy. Their appetite for someone so acidic drives them to become vegetarian bound on their merry way to a token Platypus and Albatross where they gladly acquiesce. Smoking semilla the Jamaicans' rage for some biological chocolate and homeopathy heals them with their astrology from the demigods who wish to cynically suppress. Onward to the extraterrestrials visiting the cordial souls who amazingly astound with the reopening of the humanistic Nicene Monks who taught our mystic Messiah. Residing in His supernatural environment, we imagine as heaven, exists all solutions breathing through our meditation to alleviate our spirits as the clock is rewound to Einstein's timelessness reuniting all the human race under a universal sharia. This is the correct path of magnanimity and pluralism where we choose absolution for the reckless sinners who destroy themselves and others. We will then resound with joyfulness echoing through the galaxies dancing like an interstellar ballerina.