The Trampled Moral High Ground ~ 1 Quick Limerick #067

To prince who kills, the fake prez remains true,
The moral high ground, he’ll always eschew,
His dark, depraved, fucked-up feelings,
Doth plunge beneath big-bucked dealings,
That is because he hates reporters, too!

 

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The Disgraceful Embrace ~ 1 Quick Limerick #066

 

He’ll ravish women, grab at private places,
He’ll sleep with white sheeted, brown shirted bases,
For tyrant peers he feels crushes,
Over his FOX friends he gushes,
He’ll lavish sychophants with his embraces.

 

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How To Spell T-Y-R-A-N-T (1 Quick Limerick #065)

 

He lusts for parades which roll out warfare’s might,
He meets / beats the press with tirades and fierce fight,
He yanks reporter’s credentials,
He can’t grasp voting essentials,
He heils the alt-right and spurns all oversight.

 

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