Thursdays Hammer.
Howdy Y'all, let us laugh as civilization falls. Drink the coffee and bodies stack and serve politicians up as Zombie snacks ( Note , no that'not cruel to do,Zombies are dead and immune)
Thursdays hammer 🔨
Is bound to fall
With clang of steel
To call us all.
What shall we see?
What will be said?
What will escape From
inside my head?
( Believe me I am usually just as shocked, surprised and horrified as all of you! My thoughts have their own claws and wings, and I, I am out of glue, )
What new hell will DC bring?
What new lies and prophecy?
Poetry or nonsense song?
Please put away the smoking bong
It fills the air with smoke on breeze
Burns my eyes and makes me sneeze.
And, Tho whiskey glass is full of sass,
Your up will down and bust your ass
So coffee strong and sweet and black
Gives us the strength to bodies stack.
To play with hammers, with a blades sharp wit
And learn to sew so those shoes fit.
So bring the brew of Magic beans
We will see what Thorsday sings
What twisted thoughts have spread their wings,
Pandoras box once held,
Such things.
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Train wrecked thoughts
Taunting thots
Tripping chads
You won't be sad.
Here by now,
You know I'm mad!
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I'm game, though serving trash like politicians as snacks is a little Dutch for me, but okay. I don't mind Dutch culture.
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