trump after inauguration no.4

sweden! …a thousand white piece-of-shit beer guts in baseball caps grunt and cheer… a duped mark is wheeled up onstage, all out of breath and out of time, freshly printed propaganda shirt… make amurikkka the ultimate police state again… a fallen star is born, mayhem and gang-rape in the aisles… 2% beer, corn dogs and foot long sandwiches of raw human waste…

this administration is running like a smoothly-operated death machine… IBM computers calculating KZ throughput as guards draped in finest hugo boss sip from their fanta bottles, reading fuchs news telling of great progress on the mighty wall… a hundred thousand mexicans flogged half to death and then brutally drowned in holy waters of the rio grande… boots in backs, tears in eyes…

watch him grab her aggressively by the pussy and leer close into her face… tangerine grimace, oily saliva, licking his lips, breathing through his nose… tiny shrivelled white piece-of-shit cock in his satin draws… aching cocaine uselessness and empty, soul-less sorrow… protracted octopus handshakes ensnaring their disgusted prey… being pulled into the vile slab of amber flesh and idiot stupidity… bleached grin of the bloated ignorance demon…

the world is a mess… the world is an angry place… mothers and children trapped in poverty in our inner cities… rusted-out factories scattered like tombstones across the landscape… the world is as angry as it gets… and from this day forward it is going to be amurikka first… we must protect our borders from the ravages of other countries… and we will be protected by god… a hundred thousand severed hands and feet form of mountain of flesh, soon to rot under a chemical sun…

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trump after inauguration no.3

the sinister grin of the tangerine dictator beams out from hundreds of thousands of ornaments of servitude as toby keith sings his little ignorant, racist heart out… black lives don’t matter… mexican lives don’t matter.. muslim lives don’t matter… queer lives don’t matter… poor lives don’t matter… a military drone sails high above a group of protesters, soon to be hosed in pig fat and fed to the dogs…

if she wasn’t my daughter, i’d probably grab her by the pussy and have her urinate all over me, every single day; until my interest or her beauty waned… thousands of column inches of fake news spiralling up into the sky like an all-new vj day ticker-tape parade, making amurikkka great again… strange fruit, gang-rape on the mason-dixon, oil barons and daisy duke… shock and awe lighting up your world like the 4th july…

we the people, jet-washed in kerosene fuel… set fire to… a glorious barbecue for the one per cent… holy-wood liberals throwing their toys out of their prams from their ivory towers, private islands, fleets of vehicles and vessels… draped in gowns and jewels… carbon footprint of the rock gods forever shrouded in the fog of their celebrity… starving children too weak to idolise anymore…

let us hand you your next one hundred years… peak oil, famine, rising tides, the war for fresh water… military drones flying over war zones back home… black helicopters, riot police, terror and celebrity… your children were not born free… a greasy fat bloated ageing white man sitting naked in a leather chair, all belly-guts and body odour… greedily stuffing his fingers into the mouth of a young black girl in tears…

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trump after inauguration no.2

giddy terror in waves as the chubby fingers of the amber nonce begin to rummage around for his sickly administration… idiocy through the valves, hatred, racism and misogyny in brutal measures… gleeful satisfaction in the face of unprecedented upheaval… streets on fire, rage, disillusion and brazen hostility…

a cadre of loyalists writhing in mutual masturbation… slaked in petrochemicals, dosed with pharmaceutical highs and lows… draining the swamp… shock-waves of total disbelief still reverberating around the geopolitical sphere… barbed-wire fence-posts and market fluctuations…

with the voice of a lecherous slob he begins to reveal his list of degenerates: he who is guilty of white supremacist views, he who is guilty of ethics violations, he who is guilty of racial profiling, he who is tainted by scandal… the list goes on as the lights all slowly flicker out to nightmares of an unrelenting triple-darkness…

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trump after inauguration no.1

with greasy senate fingers stuffed into our mouths, the bloated child-rapist takes to the throne… orange lizard-skin, dead eyes, a black-hearted psychotic stare over the teleprompter… one hundred thousand families in tears… rifles forced into the hands of our sons, lecherous hands cradling our daughters… poisonous waters flow over barren lands… blast-walls, checkpoints and barbed wire to the horizon…

internment camp swan-songs, oil-drum fires; strange fruit hanging from powerless street-lights… ‘if she wasn’t my daughter, i would probably aggressively rape her in the back of a chauffeur-driven presidential; no pun intended…’ columns of black smoke rising from mass-graves; burial grounds for the sick and the poor… malnutrition and abandonment for the worthless…

thousand dollar tailored slacks caked in demon-seed at the fly…. right-wing world leaders manipulating themselves to issue at the very prospect… stirring lies, misery and misinformation into a sinister brew to choke the pained throats of the poor unfortunates… grab her by the pussy and murder her sons where they try to rest… white devil apparition beaming itself from a full-hd flat-screen…

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