“Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.” (Carl Sagan); “Nothing ever dies on the Internet.” (anon.); “This is not your father’s Oldsmobile.” (Madison Ave. [m]adman). My posts amalgamate these three philosophical elements into one novel experience; they champion critical thinking, human dignity / equality, levelheaded / even-handed / liberty-based governance and solid environmental stewardship. C’mon in!
King Perv, who’s pimped out in avarice; vice,
Needs folks he harms to butt kiss; treat him nice;
to prattle, fawn, praise and thank him? HELL NO! His Mistress should spank him!
But, would he not deem discipline: Paradise?
The coiffured, yet, mangy man, oft flips his wigger,
So full of himself, his head could not be bigger,
Yet, in thick skull there’s no brain,
Fears not the Corona strain,
He now has become, the pandemic’s grave digger.
Daft Don will rant and rave, Tweet, bleat and bellow,
That he was the “perfect”, phone call, placing fellow?
Yet, transcript facts do belie,
That conman’s contrived alibi,
His contempt of Congress, cloaks his belly, yellow.