Well, damn.
For a fact, I've never paid much attention to the political world and it's ins and outs, but this current administration really has opened my eyes.
Jesus, what a joke, really.
I can't imagine what the rest of the world sees us as now.
Do you care?
What embarrassment. Out of the intelligent people that exist, we got Trump as leader of the "Free World"...Well I'll be damned.
It's crazy for me to sit here and actually watch this crap come out of his mouth. And then the guy tweets.
He fucking tweets like robin.
GAWDAMN!
Lay off the twitter.
As President, you'd think he'd carry more class with himself and remind himself that he is in charge of 300 million or so Americans.
But he is a business man, and he is running this county like a company, and we're the employers.
Ugh.
Eek.
Anyways.. I've a poem for you all.
I'll have it set for you at the bottom.
How crazy!
And then the whole Logan Paul crap.
They do not, I assure you, represent the majority of us. Trust me,
Not that I'm the best, but damn!
People will really do anything these days and have no respect for others.
It is astoundingly hilarious.
This game we call life.
How are things where ever you are?
Empty and without,
concern for the life around me.
Concerned about the amount
of stacks that I can't stack.
My body, a machine, I can't
afford to maintain.
So, when I break down, I'll
wear out,
and swallow my tears as I
sweat perseverance
until my hands bleed down
to the bone.
Recognizable no more.
Until I can't continue anymore.
Can't stop to smell the roses,
Friends and family, we take in doses.
And even then,
blood can be poisonous.
So, let's let go of it.
Dead weight.
Get rid of it.
Muah!
How crazy!
And then the whole Logan Paul crap.
They do not, I assure you, represent the majority of us. Trust me,
Not that I'm the best, but damn!
People will really do anything these days and have no respect for others.
It is astoundingly hilarious.
This game we call life.
How are things where ever you are?
Empty and without,
concern for the life around me.
Concerned about the amount
of stacks that I can't stack.
My body, a machine, I can't
afford to maintain.
So, when I break down, I'll
wear out,
and swallow my tears as I
sweat perseverance
until my hands bleed down
to the bone.
Recognizable no more.
Until I can't continue anymore.
Can't stop to smell the roses,
Friends and family, we take in doses.
And even then,
blood can be poisonous.
So, let's let go of it.
Dead weight.
Get rid of it.
Muah!
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