A man with rotten soul and lips,A racist, lunatic, toxic grip."Black jobs?" he asks, with clueless glee,What does that mean? His mind's a foggy sea.Dimwitted as a faded orange dusk,Black jobs are beyond his grasp,Just dust.It's evident,This coward's heart is torn,Afraid of Madam President, Forlorn.Thinks he reigns in an empire so grand,Did he just fall […]
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