Tasty Poison

Licking the tips of the fingers after feasting upon a moment

Laying on the floor the immobile body of evidence

Looking like, but really could it be?

 

On the wall were the political banter

Vote for...

Change!

 

What a load of shit

Taste so foul as he went in for an abortion while she wished to be President

whilst a baby chewed on the umbilical cord of progressive power.

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