Tuesday, July 16, 2024

A Poem for JD Vance

 

Big White Teeth a-chomping

Grin a grin

    of everlasting shit.

Creature of vampires;

Hypocrite supreme.

 Grow the beard

  to hide the jowls,

 to cover 

   the baby-fat cheeks.

As a Marine,

  You swore to defend

 The Constitution.

As a politician,

You make deals with devils.

Fool.

    Don't you know

    That Satan's oaths

    Are binding?

Will you grin that grin

When he comes to collect?

    You may be interested to know

    that honor

   Isn't a four-letter word.

 

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