Ars Poetica Redux

 Winkin' Blinken, and Biden Still hidin'  As their poll numbers are a slidin' Want to give Russia a hidin' Winkin' Drinkin' Biden Maybe out a ridin' Cock sure of whore that he does adore Not abhore As he does mightily snore All the more The grand old boar Goin' out the door Of time and fate  He is too damned late For us to rate With more and more hate Dumped onto his plate "The dumb son-of-a-bitch" Has gotten so rich Without a hitch Or even a stitch Of clothing That is loathing As the nation takes a hozing The ultimate political animal And a high stakes gambler to-boot Who has made his loot Using his root To shoot His wrinkled old load This oily old toad Mr. always in the middle of the road Has risen at last-and- And like Faust still a-rising And rising and rising Ever higher and higher... A Mephostaphilian brew Known only by the few With the stench of sulphur- P-U Winkin' and Blinkin' @Biden.com Still hidin' their own true face Fro...

  I am not the same person That you met five minutes ago I have changed Yet stayed the same What a shame The me you are looking for No longer exists I stepped into the same river Styyx Twice in the same day Racking up my frequent flier's  Miles of smiles Along the well lit aisles  Bones in neat piles Among the hot smoking isles I am definitely not the same shame filled person That you almost never met Without regret or upset Five minutes ago Let's go slow You fucking hoe Life is so tentative You had better be retentive Solice in bed Is like being dead It goes to your head  Like a curtain of lead Thus I do hereby wed The shame of being dead in bed I indict as a crime against inanity Not just humanity In the ocean of insanity In a ship of fools Who all played with their tools This outrage broke the rules Made for these mules Alone and afraid Too far they had strayed From the masquerade A cavalcade of fools Turned into ghouls And occassionally toadstools Whose atoms and...

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