The Fairy Tale of Perfect Politics

Thu, 08/17/2017 - 16:28 -- Lone IV

And because I'm only an inch over J-Cesar my destiny Ma is to have them question man who the F is this Latin dude? And since when did Illmatic go cross trans- the Atlantic, I think my geography is off shoulda stayed my ass up in school. Genetics F-ed me over is see whilst I was sober that this mother-fers outcome was never as good as mine. You better keep on running the moon is out it's fully & nothing can ever save you: silver bullets from a nine. 

I feel like I'm stuck in my subconscious, fighting monsters off with a spork

but I smile appreciating my own genetics that pushed me passed the limit of 5'4

one inch still grown they put me on special teams

so maybe I can aim more towards the right & finally vote for,

"Donald, please!" "Stop ducking around we've got work to do dummy! Quick fire up the furnace & toss in more of your money"

wait,

who was that just talking?

is Sarah Palin, mailing dope?

"she must be doing something evil cause I know Todd didn't buy that coat"

I love the fur, those boots just kill it too 

but can someone explain the magnificent plan of swearing in Ted Cruz?

The guys a joke, a therm, a Stan- why would anyone entrust an entire country in his small hands?!

The race is still going however & Bernie's just Yeertle: the one who sees passed everyone else just by standing on top of turtles. Not taking advantage

No

He's a man of the people

he's just trying to make sure that health cares free & we all get treated as equals.

Well here's my plan for presidency: I'll take the whole country as hostage & waste a state at a time with my secret nuclear bomb heads. Ya know, the one I stored in your mothers overy office & that's why daddy always complains & says she's retarded for waddling. 

But little does HE know we're in a vacant apartment plotting, drilling a hole to his bed while he's knocking the F out because of the xanax that we slipped him. 

When he was smashing your mothers best friend Brenda in the kitchen 

so when he awakes & sees his shiz cut like a steak maybe he'll sit back, wonder, contemplate, & have a debate with himself about whether or not it was worth it.

Finally, funny enough the dickhead decided he should've jerked it. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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