Nida

Donald Trump is a Childfucker

His mama's so fat she had to annex Poland

he wants to stick wands in your vaj and your colon.

He appointed Mike Pence his second in command

to force out more babies he can screw on demand.

I remember their hysterics about pop star Michael Jackson

but now they wanna get the white guy presidential pedo action.

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

Cut the feed on that mutant Oompa Loompa bastard.

Lock his ass up with Speaker Dennis Hastert.

Call up the cavalry, Amber Alert the truckers.

Tell 'em, "Stop that man, he's a childfucker!"

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

Now, that used to be the worst word you could hurl

but you act like it's normal when the victims are girls.

I mean you, cable news. I know that you realize

you helped that motherfucker smotherfuck us right in the eyes.

You told us you were gonna show us the news.

Now your DNA's on the crime scene, too.

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

Cut the feed on that mutant Ooompa Loompa bastard.

Lock his ass up with Speaker Dennis Hastert.

Call up the cavalry, Amber Alert the truckers.

Tell 'em, "Stop that man he's a childfucker!"

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

My shrink tells me, "you are safe now," but all I can hear

is a rapist grunting at the sound of their cheers.

Tricky Dick said it's legal if the president does it.

Remember those words and cast them Dem ballots.

I know how it hurts the progressive rank and file

but a person aborts an Executive pedophile.

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

Cut the feed on that mutant Ooompa Loompa bastard.

Lock his ass up with Speaker Dennis Hastert.

Call up the cavalry, Amber Alert the truckers.

Tell 'em, "Stop that man he's a childfucker!"

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

P.S. before you judge me, please remember that i'm not the one talking about baby tits and that this is a work in progress. thanks for reading!

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Donald Trump is a Childfucker

A Good Day

Now if, on a good day, 
with enough medication
(understand, there is never enough medication)
I could get out of bed,
get into the shower,
wash off the telling odor
of the burning plant
that saved my life
(it offends people),
get into some outside clothes,
cover my scars
and the albino patches on my face,
walk out the door,
keep walking,
and stop shaking,
you would think
you were meeting a sane, able-bodied 
person who wears too much makeup
for some reason.
I could even front 
as a member of the middle class
I used to belong to
as a kid.
When it's time to show up
in person and talk
about treatments and benefits,
they say,
"Well you look fine."
they mean,
"You don't look sick or poor enough to help."
Once, I tried going in
looking like I do every day,
hoping they would see
how sick and poor
I really am.
They treated me like a junkie,
not that it's okay
to treat junkies like that.

a good day

Public Gazes

it's something about the authority
in buildings and people and outside,

and it's something about the eyes 
in people inside and outside.

it shocks every battle-tender nerve,
bores through skin,
then muscle,
then bone,
but dully.

then it attacks my precious head.
my head that was made for good,
human things.

I think it's some kind of surveillance sickness.


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