On the occasion of the Presidential
Unniggeration of our nation for the salvation of this Jenneration,
let me just say without malice aforethought that to hell with it all
is not such a poor thought. In the receiving line I noticed Barry
had to briefly tarry but Uncle Joe just let it pass, might have been
gas but not to con him, Joe just didn't want to get any donald on
him.
While stromboling in Deland's New York
Pizza I glimpsed the Unniggeral Ball where Donald Frump and his
woman were not perzactly zoomin and the tv nation reelin' mustabeen
sharin' my feelin' that the guy cut a rug only to place it on his
ceilin'. Then Mike Pense and his indelicate mate swirled close by and in the slug-like perfection of those proximate whirpools the U.S. became uncool while buzzards started to drool at the aspect of this ghoul and the worst of the worst rehearsed and got in line first. But somewhere birds are tweeting, dolphins still make love in the water and earthworms aerate the soil, humans already strange enough to them without trying to understand this latest lack of oil.
I noticed this mornin the sun a little
late warmin this self indulgent palace run by the callous and the
moon ain't so gibbous when it just got to rib us and the dog ain't
got a bone but maybe it is just the Twilight Zone.