To Amanda Gourmand:
You're Barge Fidelli, Bakram cheeseburger face
pisses me off
so thin, in your chin
so ugly,
your complexion ,
to think a sea of stars above,
and you, and your business freedom junk,
below
how pathetic,
your crew,
how worthless, your guests(if i could be so bold as to call them thaet(:
i would flush your fuckin brains down the toilet, my friend, and your women:::: drowned instead.
fuck mark zuckerberg sergicalbrinn and elotusk. that's a poem
you can trust.
to amanda gorman:eulogize some other business bitch. 💯
kitsch .
refrain::::::
i should like to think
that anyone who ever earned something
always believed they should have it
and that, instead of building kingdomsz out of, what? instead
they're hard work and due diligence reaped rewards ahead
for, what, else, might, a handout of divine
providence insist,
but of the "Lord's OWN bequeathal"?
SUCH IS THE FRAUD, MY FRIENDS, WHEN
THERE IS NO ALTERNATIVE TO BUSINESS MEN.
although i* cannot explain, the reason why anyone should be capable to refrain,
from ever enjoying a world of things
imbricated of simple necessity instead.
but that they are what they are, and of that one MUST ENDURE . but to Mark ZuckerFUCK and his legions upon legions of fake disgusting prophets disinheriting the earth instead
to them i pay no heed,
indeed. Sam i am and that's my diddle. to which you're welcome to fick your fiddle.
eat shit and die people &