His black heart is darker than mine
It is more like cops in a rotten line
But what, pray tell, is on his mind?
A game to chase with his white wine?
His spouse on Twitter promotes apathy,
And advanced her J6 conspiracy theory,
She found she needed fulfillment in therapy,
When public reckoning leaves her weary.
The dye in the wool benches with a cloak
And they find life of purgatory in her throat.
The grifters easily deceive the marked people
Who is deceiving themselves into a wheeple?
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