Where's The Cream Filling? - Poem by Ximmi Moon

I'm that onomastic, bombastic connoisseur of word

Cuttin' loose from the noose decapitating the herd

Grazing in the meadows of submissive third degree

Burns fervid foes floodin' an endless dichotomy

Turns candid apes scuddin' missiles into hypocrisy

Land of candidates suckin' off Sam, phuckin' Liberty

Up and down, to and fro. It the clown's ready to blow

Cotton candy cum drops, creamin' head to toe

The Virgin-Mary-go-round, Babylon's carousel.

(Conversion: Scary hoedown) Babble on, cartel!

Red planet's Marxian bandits forcing Heavenly Hell

Langolierin', disappearin' - course in a 'Leaven Me' spell;

Expandin' their dough through a Colombian kilo,

Commandin', 'Fear Nero, ' through a Columbian zero

Who's taxin' to phuck and phuckin' to tax.

'Monica's chokin' so get off the sax, '

Whispered the Argentine who couldn't relax

For swallowing America's empirical climax.