A simple minimalist
With a silver surfboard to soar
Across the fields of ignorants
Vomiting chaos and cross thoughts
And sickening vitriol
A solitary headcase that insists
The system is rigged against
Him and only him
When we sit at home hungry
And listen to this nonsense.
Cause if there’s anyone the system
Has never been rigged against
It’s him or anyone able to
Physically purchase the Oval Office
Like it and the populous were a property
To lean on.
Listen to this.
It isn’t rigged.
This is a corrupt and cavernous
And often obtuse collage of systems
We’ve developed to insure
Precisely this didn’t happen to
And sadly, no longer
This strife isn’t over who you vote for
But rather what you’re eager to surrender
And what philosophies
You’ve chosen to shelf, just to win
Because your state is in such disarray
Based on the fractured fact
Remember the late 60’s draft
Anticipate something like that.
Own him and his thorough corrosion.
Own that this November.
And vote trump
If your not nasty.
I’m nasty as fuck.