When Hillary declared herself mother nature,
I stopped hugging trees and used protection
against big fig leaf feminists turned hitler.
It's their quick knee-jerk reaction to insert
a smirk with satisfaction, teasing Condoleezza
while they slide between the gaps in her teeth;
pleasing the country and each leader's policy.
It's treason if she doesn't suck off our hardships
as Lady Liberty spreads her legs, eggs anxious
for foriegn sea men with dicks like anchors;
erect and ready to penetrate her curved borders.
We sleep with donkeys and elephants like
Trojans who couldn't ride their high horse.
Spur the moment and direct me towards intercourse
or I'll resort to the absurd whores lined outside
the now off-white house, with fish-net picket signs
fighting about who's debt is more inadequate.
I'm not one to omit abuse but if the condom fits
wear it, or the tear wont fix their broke-backs
because Mt. Rushmore has cracked it's assets
after Old Faithful opened it's hole to tourists,
and terrorists paid Gore to claim he tapped that.
The legislation of prostitution would never
pass a Bill, unless the meeting was held
in the Oral Office for the orgy circles of senators.
Every public affair is tied together by a strand
of pubic hairs from small ball and chain-gangs
while Cheney takes aim; shooting off his full load.
His good will found hunting for a view of Fox nudes,
while social commentaters wait to debate over who
gets the permit to masterbate to the late news.
So establish a date for my sex court appeal
and I'll arrive in hand-cuffs, then stand up
for tough love, if justice had whips and gloves.
My lawyer could fake a make-over if Dragnet
captured Walter Cronkite's transvesdike look-alike
that taped over the old classic, Debbie Does
Dallas, just to record the scandal at Water Gate.
Age forty eight and Tom Sawyers still being
molested by bald eagles to stall people under
the evil seal; suggesting we rape truth sober.
I didn't notice the talking heads wore man-hoods
to conceal wonder for the twin tower's trade-goods.
It took that vasectomy of New York's prostates
to cum in trajectory towards the nations we hate.
But how do you judge smut since beer guts became
the sears club give-away, for heavy weights
that'd bust their nuts under the gavel of foul-play.
Eat your salad in proportion to votes pro abortion
then face your television as CNN shows porn or holds
erotic elections on wich corporation has a bigger penis,
that created a distorted baby fetus born yesterday.
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