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It's November 4th Eve!! i'm drunk so i truggled with what voice i took throughout this Twas the Fourth of November, and out in the burbs All windows were shuttered, locked tight by the Herbs Who fear for their necks during pinko revolts And snuggle up close with their Rugers and Colts But me in keffiyeh and she swathed in black Could hop the mass transit, out there and right back! Cavorting in droves with the Muslims and gays We’ll zero right in on a white man that prays To the God of the Markets, of Oil and of Gas And just wants to see the last round of cuts pass To those lazy usurpers’ Big Government aid, For to help out the people who work to get paid. But proudly ignoring all property rights We stroll up the broad sidewalks and follow streetlights All funded by Communist tax-base expansion Of levies and millage, his gaudy McMansion Should serve as his castle but lo, he’s despised By wife and by kids, who he’s oft victimized In defense of his burly suburban persona While swilling down Budweiser, Coors and Corona So in shall we waltz, for the door’s not alarmed It’s been taken offline by the family he’s harmed. Then off to the square with committed intentions To build us a gallows and reap Twitter mentions By trussing up fifty five year old white men And snapping a selfie for all of our friends. With social media hordes thusly sated Momentarily after, their necks situated Trapped square and soundly within the lunette Each fat middle manager might scream “NOT YET” But too little too late, pull the rope, hear the chop And into the basket a banker head drops Repeat you this scene ‘round the country I’ll bet That glorious Marx will return to us yet. Then back to the cities, to the subway, the noise To the music and culture, the melting pot joys. Be merry and drink and do so many drugs We’ll up and forget that our friends are all thugs. It’s clear that we’ve not ever worked in our life And we definitely don’t care for a house or a wife For we’re all too busy suckling on the teat Of a welfare queen state with which Herb can’t compete. So raise up a fist, be it raining or snowing Our time is at hand and I’m dead set on going This Saturday morning, early on EDT To knockout-game whatever Boomer I see. Gunshow Poophole has issued a correction as of 04:55 on Nov 4, 2017 |
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VileLL posted:This Is Just To Say ok mine was broad but this is very good lmao
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# ¿ Nov 4, 2017 15:53 |