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poem_for_your_sprog 8 points ago +8 / -0

The thing about living -

the longing for more -

No matter your age,

or your life from before -

Whatever ambition's awaiting ahead -

Go do it.

It's only too late when you're dead. Except to vote.

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poem_for_your_sprog 3 points ago +3 / -0

Playing with the shills. Gain their trust like Fox and then ruin them.. of course. Or it’s just not the real PFYS ;)

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poem_for_your_sprog 116 points ago +119 / -3

One day Joe was feeling quite randy,

So he went for the thing he had handy.

The thing was, though, man,

A windowless van

That said "come N heer 4 free candy."

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poem_for_your_sprog 16 points ago +16 / -0

There once was a man named Joe

Who gave his dear sister a go.

He said with aplomb:

"You're better than Mom."

Said she: "That's what Dad told me too."

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poem_for_your_sprog 20 points ago +20 / -0

"You mean a scheme designed to find

A million new recruits?

A shady swindle, sealed and signed,

By frauds in lousy suits?

"A crafty little counterfeit?

A multi-level scam?

To capture those devoid of wit,

Or apt to fall for sham?

"You want to start a con?" he said -

"A load of dodgy deals?"

Then Joe smirked and shook his head:

“Let’s rig the vote - for reals."

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poem_for_your_sprog 63 points ago +63 / -0

There was a bright inventor named Eugene

Who invented a jerk off machine

With the twentieth stroke

The god damn thing broke

Churning his balls into creme

Hint: it was really a voting machine.

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poem_for_your_sprog 19 points ago +19 / -0

Dear Facebook, I’m tired of clicking..

On posts that you keep restricting..

Fix your goons overseas;

Halt your propaganda “tease.”

Your section 230 clock is a ‘ticking!

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poem_for_your_sprog 16 points ago +16 / -0

Dear Facebook, I’m tired of clicking..

On posts that you keep restricting..

Fix your goons overseas;

Halt your propaganda “tease.”

Your section 230 clock is a ‘ticking!

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poem_for_your_sprog 26 points ago +26 / -0

Election Day’s coming up soon. They’re whistling the same 2016 tune. Will Trump prevail? If he does, They’ll all wail; True success of the Meme Platoon.

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poem_for_your_sprog 9 points ago +9 / -0

I couldn’t stand idly by while the Meme Army musters.

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poem_for_your_sprog 7 points ago +7 / -0

Cheers! A special one for you:

One fish ... two fish, Red fish ... blue fish, Biden won’t get another pass, Trump’s going to kick his ass.

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poem_for_your_sprog 28 points ago +28 / -0

What do you see America? . . .What do you see?

What are you thinking . . .when you're listening to me?

A crazy old man . . .not very wise,

Hiding my soul . . . from the voters eyes?

Who slurs his words . . .and makes no reply.

When I yell in a loud voice . . .'Trump’s not your guy!’

They seem not to notice . . .the things that I do.

The news ignores me . . . My words need not be true.

Who, resisting or not . . .lets you do as you will,

With looting and burning. . .The long day to fill?

Is that what you're hearing?. . .Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, America. . .you're looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am . . .As I sit here so still,

As I’m locked in my basement, . . .as I hide at my will.

I'm a corrupt politician . . .with a son and a brother,

Who sell out America. . .who embarrass each other.

Caught red-handed . . .with dirt on that drive,

Could end up like Epstein. . . No longer alive.

As the day approaches . . . When you finally cast those votes,

Remember the Trunalimunumaprzures. . . My most famous of quotes.

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poem_for_your_sprog 35 points ago +35 / -0

What do you see America? . . .What do you see?

What are you thinking . . .when you're listening to me?

A crazy old man . . .not very wise,

Hiding my soul . . . from the voters eyes?

Who slurs his words . . .and makes no reply.

When I yell in a loud voice . . .'Trump’s not your guy!’

They seem not to notice . . .the things that I do.

The news ignores me . . . My words need not be true.

Who, resisting or not . . .lets you do as you will,

With looting and burning. . .The long day to fill?

Is that what you're hearing?. . .Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, America. . .you're looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am . . .As I sit here so still,

As I’m locked in my basement, . . .as I hide at my will.

I'm a corrupt politician . . .with a son and a brother,

Who sell out America. . .who embarrass each other.

Caught red-handed . . .with dirt on that drive,

Could end up like Epstein. . . No longer alive.

As the day approaches . . . When you finally cast those votes,

Remember the Trunalimunumaprzures. . . My most famous of quotes.