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Uber delivers you your order from MacDonalds.
Now you can relax and watch the game.
A pop trash white who has somehow risen to the top,
As monarch now you might be constitutional
But you’re not. Rather, you choose to do whatever crops up.
Where previous dictators offered bread and circuses
You publicly incarcerate some other head of state.
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The strategy distracts from your fondlings of pretty things:
Those you permitted to touch your dick with gloves on
Because staying clean afforded insulation from sin
While you turned into a god. Anyhow,
That was a long time ago.
Just urine under the bridge, as it were.
These days, there is no international law.
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Time may well fold inward,
Because you cannot drown the sun or not for long.
But at a stroke, your time has come.
And you are clearly one of our vicious new barbarians
Squatting on the pile below, taking a shit
When you feel like it, soiling your own throne.
But how to turn your shit into explosive?
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Anger feels more urgent than forgiveness.
So advertise some anger, gladly in cahoots
With all the other puppeteers: uber-wealthy engineers
Of abductions, massacres, assassinations,
Lab-created plagues. Trash white with cash,
You may have been, but now you’re more inclined
To care about your own genetic line:
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Barbarian, re-branded as elite. In the eyes of its mother after all,
A cockroach is a gazelle. Thus there’s a wing
Of the White House demolished to accommodate your balls
Where clumsy curtseys elevate a tacky gilt aplomb.
Trash whites today are scum to be dumped with the trash.
Ordinary mortals? Ants, to be sprayed with Glyphosate.
We are mere pests to be rid of – abroad or at home.
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too f’king true and disturbing is a massive understatement
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Sickening.
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