POLITICAL Poem: Neanderthal in the Mall, by Ryon Plock

To get his ear pierced, that Neanderthal
Trump should have gone to Claire’s in the mall
Where he could have gotten shot in the ear
From someone using sterile ear-piercing gear
Then off to Hot Topic for a pewter axe
To stretch that piercing way past the max
After walking upstairs to the second floor
No crowd there to greet him, to clap and to roar
No one follows him as he walks through the fray
MTG was there, though, in her usual way
While looking at the map that says you are here
Suddenly he felt someone touching his rear
Of course, it was Marge, that dumb-fucking hick
She was in dire need of a tube of chapstick
Which she needs to use before walking laps
So her lips don’t scratch up his loose butthole flaps
Even though very few joined as they walked
He’ll lie in ALL CAPS that it was MILLIONS WHO GAWKED!
All his sad tales make me think his man gland
Is similar in girth to the pinky on my hand.

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