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The Hate-Mangled Manner

Contributed by spike on Saturday, 22nd October 2016 @ 08:25:32 PM in AEST
Topic: political

and the blustery air,
took hold of his hair,
and it fell to the side
where his pink scalp just fried.
while he tightened his squint,
and brushed off the lint
from suits cut to hide,
a body on the slide
with delicate hands,
at odds with his glands.

oh, say are you ready to reap what you sow?
honour your contracts, and pay-what-you-owe.

and the puckered baby-lips
under cosmetically tight eyes,
framed over-white teeth
quite crooked beneath.
and his skin shone like bronze,
with thumbs up like the Fonz
as he muttered and skulked,
rambled and hulked
through scandal and debate,
festering hate.
but the tie, pink and long,
as a substitute schlong
didnít come with the balls
to command the town halls.

oh say are you forgetting some of your meds?
if itís pills or politics, you just-prefer-reds.

and his finger, held high
willing some lift, as if some old wood
would make us vote good (so good, you wonít believe it).
and the girls he would stalk,
just Ďlocker room talkí
with his tongue down their throats,
courting their votes.
yet he claimed it all lies
from the Hillary camp,
said: Ďif ugly or fat
I wouldnít hit that!í

oh say will you grab the big button this time?
if itís missiles or muff, it still-is-a-crime.

Copyright © spike ... [ 2016-10-22 20:25:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)


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Re: The Hate-Mangled Manner (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Sunday, 23rd October 2016 @ 01:04:42 AM AEST
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well done
I had to giggle in understanding
your flow
and the crazy world of politics 2016,
thanx for sharing.

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