Playing with the shills. Gain their trust like Fox and then ruin them.. of course. Or it’s just not the real PFYS ;)
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."
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."
"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."
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.
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!
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!
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.
I couldn’t stand idly by while the Meme Army musters.
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.
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.
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.
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.