I met a man who paid no tax who said,
“Be better off with them protestors dead,
“They got their freedom; so, what more be said?”
“But there’s a dead man from cop’s knee to head”
He looked as if some mystery were said
He frowned correcting my indignant state
“They’re a small part of populace weight”
He glowed justifying the dead man’s fate
His orange glow baffled my thinking state
My curiosity needing to sate
“Tell me please, the Orange Man’s word innate
“Tell me of the orange world he’ll create”
His eyes widened in orange burning pride
Raising his fists, mantras orange he cried,
“We’d start with the lazy liberal side
“Stop them living on welfare till they died
“Them is my taxes paying their free ride!
“We’d kick out all those liberals who lied
“Evilutionists claiming ape is man!
“Time’s up, if you think Jesus isn’t grand!
“We’d fix free speech with the good book in hand
“Raise up “our culture’s” statues on the land
“Fix them whores by cutting the Parent Planned
“You’ll be People of Praise or jail you’ll land!” …
Small-town infidelity is a serious matter. Arizona’s small towns abundantly produce Godly Christian men who need to satisfy their sexual urges and plenty of sinful housewives to satisfy those men. Although this appears to be a match made in Heaven, there are still many risks that a Christian man must mitigate. To assist Christian men navigating the treacherous waters of small-town infidelity, the following rules were developed.
The first rule of small-town infidelity is to know the legal terrain. One of the most important aspects of fucking married women is not getting killed. In Arizona, a stand your ground state, shooting someone threatening is permissible, i.e., fucking his wife in his home. You need to understand that it’s his wife, his bed, his house, his family, his marriage, and yes, his life you are intruding. Of course, the law doesn’t permit shooting a man caught fucking a wife, but it will be the husband’s word against the dead, lying, cheating adulterer. …
Waiting for you in the infinite.
No one could love you so true No one but you heard my line
One heart only I pursue One heart beating can’t align
Writes the torn pages you imbue Writes miming words lost in time
The love verses etched virtue The words can’t connect the line
Way back in time’s crawling blue Way to you the golden sine
I chased your smile for love’s due I scrawl ratio’s and pine
Do all our dreams end untrue? …