and_why
Fido
Bald
busty
pieces
of
white
history
Adorn
the
walls
where
wall
street
’s
phone
calls
Are
all
taken
gestapo
efficiently
and
Returned
before
my
hallow
hello
Is
whacked
back
with
a
side
of
prison
grade
mace
in
case
I
forget
we
lost
the
race
four
years
hence
whence
came
an
elephantine
name
game
worthy
a
surly
Machiavellian
prince
’s dis-course
“
pardon
me
miss
my
name
is
Whatthef’ Isdis
Of
the
Washington
Ghost
I
have
a
question
or
two
for
your
husband
and
you
If
you
don’t
mind
me
askin
why
this
mid
east
peace
just
aint
lastin
Any
longer
than
your
husband
can
backdoor
draft
em
?
I
wonder
if
you
could
tell
please
,
miss
,
If
it
’s
jesus
or
george
or
cheney’s
Big
bootied
mistress
who
’s feedin
Off
my
brother
’s unarmored
sacrifice
for
a
Man
who
got
elected
cause
he
always
fucks
twice
I
guess
Christ
will
be
cryin
again
When
cowboy
boots
are
walkin
All
over
paradise
lost
trying
to
splice
Captain
jerk
’s
liberty
vision
Stamped
made
-in-texas
where
worth
Is
a
measurable
nexus
between
your
girth
And
the
price
of
your
lexus
Pardon
me
please
miss
but
could
you
explain
This
conundrum
that
’s
been
stumpin
me
And
my
solider
brother
’s
two
young
children
:
What
is
operation Theed
and
why
is
it
run
by
Fat
ass
ill
-suited
thieves
wieldin
shields
with
Number
5s
in
iron
while
men
are
crossin
Deserts
to
make
red
lines
flicker
precision
fire
?
Meanwhile
you
got
us
worried
instead
if
fuckin
Moore’s
a
liar
?
And
why
in
his
eyes
can
I
see
em
eyin
oil
supplyin
nations
Cryin
like
unmilked
cows
whaling
to
be
squeezed
Until
they
run
black
and
red
into
tin
buckets
marked
Mission
Accomplished,
Jeb
!
Come
take
the
reigns
of
this
quick
sarhara
sand
Crawlin footballin
nation
watchin
the
Rock
walking
tall
and
Waiting
for
miss
America
to
be
crowned
the
first
miss
world
caliph!
050127
...
witchesrequiem
Do
I
stay
in
this
city
...Ny...far
from
Nola....Do
I
stay
for
love
or
do
I
say
momma
I'm
coming
home
....
Go
back
to
the
same
shit
waiter
job
..and
same
shit
left
over
men
or
...Do
I
...............?
And
why
bother
doing
any
of
it
?
050128
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from