I know that I am right when left or so I thought.
Sooo when a former lefty louie lousy teamed up
with a rigged and rowdy right winged loosey...
well, I was amused and flummoxed. Goosey.
Diarrhea poetry is the bomb, dirty diatribes are the song.
Smoke a bong and I could be wrong... Wen dynasty?
What went wrong? Everything. Kaboom as a victory song.
But out of the mayhem, and out of a date anthem, about what
people care for as what once was a therefore...
We can't go on in polarity, when the stakes are high for
our progeny... but if we can all agree that the current
apogee is an old and dying apology... to a god no longer
in our linear space except as the wurst of a he-man, not human.
I'm not laughing, as I heard a man that spoke in the voice of a human.
There is hope in dissent, the race is too important to be spent.
I acquiesce without repent. I have hope without consent.
Well met... we meet and start anew. I see the me who resides in you.
A-hem and A-choo. I think again what I thought I knew. Who knew?
I don't, but I feel that I do. (there is no boo-hoo).
It's a circle of life, and the spiral is true.
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