The Need For Bottles And Fuel Poem by Madrason .
The Need For Bottles And Fuel
Oh dread the walking Fear
you'll hear the speeded fart
the high tunes of the heart
it's grabbing for a gun
and grasping on to a F16 steer
the nukes are falling down
and the war is here
the fat goose waggle forth
to the East and to the North
they want to kill the Beast
but oh my God so dumb
that monger is called Trump. M
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