To My Dearest Democrats,
"You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real.
You cannot BUY protection, from the way that I feel.
YOUR progressive hypocrites hand out THEIR trash.
But it was MINE in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
Oh... you say I must be crazy. Cos, I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But , I know it's me that's hitting out. And, I'm not full of shit!
I don't care who I hurt. I don't care who I do wrong.
This is YOUR mess I'm stuck in, I REALLY don't belong.
When I take out MY bottles, filled up high with gasoline,
you can tell by the night fires where 'Hanlon' has been."
You know the drill...877 497 9066. Get your shit together before calling me as I have no tolerance for political correctness disguising itself as "manners".
"As I cuddled the porcupine, he said I had none to blame but me...."
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