Every time she speaks
Insanity leeks,
Her pop eyes, creek
With that crooked look
Of having reached,
The summit of corruption
And yet!
She still holds her seat.
Shame on them,
All that fool,
Fools
And shame,
On all
Of us too!
Allowing such
Disgrace!
To happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the red the blue they all smell like p- - urple. One sick batter, heavy with fear and false solutions to contrived problems... (ignore them and LIVE)