I want to get Trump out of my hair, the motherfucker is taking way too much of me and our county's OOOMMMPPPHHH !!!.. We have stopped cooperating with each other, used to be the political classes fought it out, easy to stay out of it, something to grumble about, dirty looks over the steering wheel about bumper sticker statements, the finger, occasionally yelling out the window.
Now, everyone is interested in what the fuck is going to happen next. Close the fucking door, counselor, the heat is getting out, put him in the cooler, use dry ice so it sticks and burns if he sits his pampered ass down on it while he's waiting for his limo ride home in the sally port of whatever court has him that day.
Trump needs an extraordinary other world to be in... so while the other one, the one that vaguely corresponds to our real one of gas prices and no pampers on the shelf, can't afford the buns for the dogs, deep trouble, it's coming, you just wait, like you been doing, keep it up, no one dared to ask him because of the big iron on his hip, then comes ol' Texas Red, twenty notches on her along with her pals,the FBI, and her thing is, "It's over shitbag, come on out or we'll burn you out."
Now, technically, I should be with MAGA, I know it, but I got good reasons to not be, I am no longer a druggie idiot, uncontrolled and uncontrollable, here to do some business with the big iron on my hip. If I was wearing my big iron, the holster would flap against the giant hematoma on my thigh, where I was attacked by ignorance, nope..it wasn't ignorance, it was dumb ego driven stupid, I will not learn, you got that right, if I acquiesce.... "I ain't too old, I can do that, who threw me off the ladder?"
If I give in to it, I will be admitting my age is causing me to become stiffened up, out of balance, and slowed down, it's true, I got all that going now and I have to keep it up or I will get flung off the ladder again, it fucking hurts.
Memories of me chuckling at the "old guys" the "older than dirt" guys, now a kid called me pops.
Pops
So, let me just say this much about it, it is undeniably true that none of these humps that are all worked up are smoking good enough weed. The shit I smoke is impossible to get mad behind, we got some going here....
that could be one solution, it worked before, and it's working now
Oh my god, I got a show on, two mid-thirty guys,
an old dude like me, fuck you, talking about cop watch and they ask about music fandom...punk...hip hop...he likes old school rock...they go blank...what a moment...I gotta go
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