Poem For Those Who Severed Jesus
In the town of Shawnee, there is no joy today
No smiles and no laughter
Because they’ve gone away
Rudely taken from us
Each before their time
Down our cheeks the tears fall
May our pain be left behind
As we know, they’re with God
Gabriel sound your horn
All will surely miss them
Till that day when we’re reborn
So be it, if it is His will.
I Don’t Give a Fick
She posted falsely lying memes
I hope no one believed it
“Vaccine bad, virus hoax”
Tried to make us see it
May her license be revoked
What kind of nonsense has she toked?
A “healer“ made the MAGAts sick
But I no longer give a Fick
Fritz The Dead Cat
Fritz sez “I’m tough”
But he was only faking it
Dead red in a swing state?
Hell yeah, we’re surely taking it!
From the frozen Northern boundary
To the shores of Mag a Lardo
They’re falling like the autumn leaves
The backdrop is a rainbow
A couple hundred every day
It all accrues, I’m sure
If MAGAtry is our disease
Then Covid is the cure
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Miss Conception 1980
Antivaxxer, political rifter
Angry nutbrain, High Plains Grifter
Beauty queen, way back when
Now you’re filtered, and filtered again
Harry got Cove and damn near died
And you vowed vengeance on Qeteb’s hide
For causing sickness with evil thought
Now, wouldn’t it be easier to just get the shot?
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The Significant Other
It was only four months after Eric passed away
His “significant other” let no moss grow under her va-jay-jay
Got married to another guy with facial hair and hat
Tossed Eric’s shit into the dumpster
And by golly, that was that.
I feel very badly for this family. The “significant other” behaved terribly. A family tragedy brings out the worst in some and the best in others.
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Joanne’s Nightmare
Joanne has this singular thought:
”Stick by your guns, don’t get the shot”
It’s the vaxxed, who are doing the dyin’
And it isn’t for the lack of trying
That evil Dr. Fauci hasn’t controlled your thoughts
With those pesky nanobots
They’ll take over yer brain in no time flat
You’ll turn into a Godless Democrat
And when they’re finished doing that
You’ll quickly morph into a Lesbian cat
Your skin will turn dark, then chillingly
You’ll turn in your guns, and willingly
Then when Mary Kay sees that your skin is black
She’ll make sure you don’t get that pink Cadillac
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Paula is Gone, And All I Got Was A Poorly And Hastily Composed Acrostic Poem
So around she effed
And out she found
Yes Paula had her
Big necrofeline rebound
Yikes, time‘s run out!
Ew, now she’s gone!
Pee on both her
And traitor Don
Underground she now feeds the worms
Like a habitat for bugs and other verms
And we’re still here to keep up the fight
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“Pastor” Greg
“Pastor“ Greg from Pigeon Forge
Seeks out rubes, his greed to gorge
He spreads around destructive lies
And only idjits heed him
I’m pretty sure that Satan’s rootin’
for this raving, hideous tool of Putin
Who causes pain and needless loss
And all the sorrow feeds him
I have a number of actual pastors in my family, all of whom are far, far better human beings than this sorry evil piece of human wreckage. That is why I put pastor in quotes. His religion bears the same relationship to the actual teachings of Christ that the WWE bears to Olympic wrestling. There are a few similarities, but it just ain’t.
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