are we really going to trust someone to run the country that doesn't have enough sense to set up two email accounts on one ipod?
fritz's expert satire privileges the unnatural mumble
the stretched message closes a shape inside a flowing idea
can my nonsense shock
like a grandmother's teat pressed against a blown glass pane?
jenthico updates with sentimental resolve
he reassures the need
he alters every rebel
his noise crushes this arena
fabricated barley protruded hairdo
propelling involuntarily bingo calls
like an epileptic with Tourette's
from blunt stroller
to chalky drool
the nursery bulletin bake sale reminder
a chaffing deathbed awaits
How can the west notice Jihadi John?
The nuisance bangs the missed echo throughout frivolous scrolls.
How can Jihadi John agree with an unreasonable glance?
When will our boredom avoid a prescription's kill?
A bookstore proclaims a deity.
maybe they are looking for nemo.