. . . . . from All That Would Ever After Not Be Said . . .
America’s top shitholer goes
whole hog at the public trough,
and never mind the rest of us,
because that is the hog’s nature.
A silly grin when he licks his lips,
a scowl like a lout’s mustache —
the toadstool dick, the hellish
grunts, the squeals, the bogus
outrage of the ring, all are brazen
matches for his silly pompadour.
We crowned him circus king,
our technicolor conman —
we shamed ourselves
enabling such a shameless thing.
‘We crowned him circus king / our technicolor conman’
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