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My first thought was, he lied in every word, That orange muppet, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor’d Its edge, at one more victim gain’d thereby.
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sometimes you just have to pee in the sink. - charles bukowski
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Mar 28, 2018 14:47
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After this opened Jeb! his mouth, and cursed his day. And Jeb! spake, and said, Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man child conceived. Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months. Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein. Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day
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Mar 28, 2018 18:14
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What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All visitors to the white house And ask the way? I guess’d what sluggish laugh Would break, what tweet would write my epitaph For pastime in the west wing there, Twixt burgers of cheese and the cable news; If at his word salad I should turn aside Into that ominous 'net which, all agree, Hides the Piss Tape. Yet acquiescingly I did turn as he pointed: neither pride Nor hope rekindling at the end descried, So much as gladness that some end might be. For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, What with my search drawn out thro’ years, my hope Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope With that obstreperous joy success would bring,— I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring My heart American made, finding failure in its scope. As when a sick man very near to death Seems dead indeed, and cannot get health insurance The tears and takes the farewell of each friend, And hears one bid the other go, draw breath Freelier outside, (“since all is o’er,” he saith, “And the election fallen no grieving can amend;”) While some discuss the wisdom of the free market, wise enough for this, and when a day Suits best for carrying the corpse away, and the market is pleased, and the stock will rise, With care about next quarter beating the estimate And still the man hears all, and only craves He may not shame such tender virtue and stay. Thus, I had so long suffer’d, in this quest, Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ So many times among “CSPAM”—to wit, The knights who to the Piss Tape search address’d Their steps—that just to fail as they, seem’d best. And all the doubt was now—should I be fit?
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