With Love, to The Administration Or, (If I wasn't on a watch list, I am now...)

You will know revolution when the body breaks away into the bay. 

You will read stories 

carved into the back skin and bone.

Peeled from the faces of infancy 

Mixing tears with acid 

The Pendragons bite in Bat Country 

Columbia weeps. Dousing her torch.

The crown watches as a cuck

with cankles in a Karen carousel 

playing with their pride in a sandbox. 

Guzzling glory with every cluster bomb cry

Ordering the manager for free refills by sunset. 

Everybody might I have your attention:

These Chubby Checker cheese fries

Were over cooked.

You and your whole family fail

because you couldn't cook carbohydrates as quick as your cholesterol. 

So for ten generations your ilk will be swarmed by the locusts. 

I wish cancer upon your children

While my balls drag on the back 9. 

May the fleas of one thousand pricks 

Teeter your totter to the tilt position. 

Crease your camel toe into a nuked nook

Passing out lawsuits as lingerie. 

With Love, 

- Donald