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Mid loud cantankerous question realize
Prude move Vesuvius mood bodily pools
Humongous soothes softly lathering my
Tube cubes and cuticles doves and dudes
Lewd truths stomped through maneuvers
Long vivid wool ruckus stool rock steer in
Mid loud cantankerous question realize
Prude move Vesuvius mood bodily pools
Humongous soothes softly lathering my
Tube cubes and cuticles doves and dudes
Lewd truths stomped through maneuvers
Chair stool recliner couch bed doll watch
Pants dress shoes bra t-shirt panties car
Truck walker stroller car seat crib arms
Legs thighs shoulders chest pelvis uterus
Womb behind back hands neck mind soul
Crux zoom alpha infernal now splendid
Since socks emblem knowing cucamonga
Kneeling beeped fizz stock market sings
Realizing feet Martian kooks put various
Mapped poop grease free bowman vet in
Crud talking laughed maw read devaluing
Crushed lipsticks dill pucker invetreo low
Knocking frontal glob Greek meet leafed
Deet look roof woot walk golf enough tow
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Soot move lead stale crossover clay aliens
Cute marker strange sores tack stopped
Puberty bossy lofty anihilate crazed mane
Mange stress cruise prove models dude
Boob dwelling rude vane reign strung bid
Monopoly staring iniquitous farmlands
Columns salivating cross country tribute
Coughing challenge Ching bottomless ten
Know how benevolently takeover toodles
Maritime cheese balls scanner tubes told
Tricks and tangles,
Stories and jingles.
It’s November.
It’s election time.
…
Can’t wait
For it to be over.
Wish I drank.
Don’t want to be sober.
…
Such a tragedy,
What has become
Of the media monster.
So much for a peaceful outcome.
…
I will dip my head
Into a hole,
And hold it there
‘Til all this blows over.
…
Either way,
It will be a flop,
But ratings will soar,
And anxiety will soar higher.
…
Does it matter
What the candidates are doing,
Or what the experts say
About their predictions?
…
Apparently so,
As most will be glued
To the television,
Despite the garbage.
…
Let the fun begin.
Manure.
That is my thought on election night.
So much stuff that has been tossed
Around by the powers that be,
As well as by we the people.
Why does it have to be like this?
Who wants to feel like our country is
Being torn apart by two people, or
The people behind those people, or
The people behind them?
I hate it for our country, because
We are so much better than a bunch of
Trash talk aimed at pushing our favorite
Candidate to the top, while instead
We are tearing everybody down,
Including ourselves.
Damn, I can’t wait for closing time.
That will be a sweet hour.
Many of us won’t sleep well tonight,
Maybe for many nights.
We’ll be worried about the fate
Of the country we love,
The lives we’ve worked hard
To build for ourselves,
The future for our children.
Tonight, though, I’ll stick with
Manure.