CYBERWARFARE

I’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE, ABOUT THE DANGER AT THE DOOR, OF AN UNSEEN ENEMY THAT USES OUR OWN FEARS AGAINST US TO INFLUENCE US WITH THE EXPRESS INTENT OF DRIVING DISSENT!

WHICH CAN BE EXPLAINED BY ONLY ONE REASON OF REGRET, THAT I’D LIKE TO FORGET AND THAT’S THE DISSENSION OF THE MAN ON TOP, THE ONE WITH THE MOP THAT WE’D ALL LIKE TO VET.

MY REGRET, IS WHAT’S PUSHED TO ITS LIMIT, AND THAT’S THE WORDS THAT ARE SPOKEN SHOULD BE THE ONES TO AWAKEN THE UNWOKEN TO THE TRAGIC CONSEQUENT OF THE CURRENT EVENTS,

BUT THEY’RE FALLING ON DEAF EARS., WHICH JUST BRINGS MORE OF MY TEARS, AS NO ONE’S GOT ANY GUMPTION TO STAND UP TO THE TRUMP, THE BULLY OF MANHATTAN’S GROWING DUMP.

WE ALREADY KNOW THAT WE WILL BE REMISS FOR THIS NOT TO DISMISS AS THE TIRADE OF A PLAYGROUND BULLY NOT WILLING TO PLAY WITH THE TOYS HE’S GIVEN SO HE TAKES ALL AWAY.

WHAT I CAN’T SEEM TO BEAR IS THE CYCLE OF NO CARE THAT SEEMS TO DWELL IN THE AIR OF THE PRESIDENT OF DESPAIR

BUT WHAT DISGUSTS ME THE MOST IS THE RUSE OF THE ROAST, OF THE TOAST OF HIS MOST BELOVED GHOSTS

AND THAT’S TO LISTEN TO THE RUSE RUSSIAN BORN ON THE LOOSE THAT DIVING THE DIVIDING WALL OF SHAME THAT’S SWEEPING AMERICA’S NAME OF WHAT USED TO BE FAME INTO THE DRAIN

ALL I CAN SAY IS SHAME, SHAME, SHAME. TO LISTEN TO THESE TWITS IS TO LET THEM SQUEEZE YOUR ZITS AND LET THE PRESIDENT DREAM OF HIS TITS, MAKING YOU NAUGHT MORE THAN THE PITS

your ever burgeoning dungeon of disagrees that you’ve dismissed, all wait in in the lurches to return their best

to teach you a lesson that’s been sorely missed, since the day of your birth, which we’d all like to dismiss.

This is your impression for a retro regression.

Trump Poetry – Word Artistry, to

Toast to the Host who Boasts the Most…

to gloat about his golden moat.

And to the Congress, that’s left us all in a mess,

failing to address the missteps of this President