The W.E.F. Planetary Scourge. Poem by Chuy Amante

The W.E.F. Planetary Scourge.



Sick Charles and his lot of haters,
'Feed the poor to the hungry gators! '

Pompous demons the whole lot of them,
We'll give them rations in a dungeon.

Wednesday, March 8, 2023
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