Darth Aeshna Little Sithlet The Force of mischief Fuels her fire Don’t run Don’t hide Or engender Her ire No one is safe From that Maniacal craft Fueled by Kutonite and And just A dash Of precociousness With a pinch Of super sass. Advertisements
Sustenance fly high Then cruise Ride the wave Then save Your energy Glide That ride Skys so wide Bluffs So steep Climbs So high Ravines So deep Ride The thermals Float The currents Soar The heights Then drop Drop drop Drop On top Of lunch.
Time do do some plunkin In that festering rumpkin Of our simpering pumpkin That dangerous Russian Bumpkin Gotta to give him A fatty lumpkin A vaselined gavel for he and all of Trumpy’s kin Time for them to feel The trouble that they are all in A whole lotta expanda-rectal Let’s hammer some justice in! […]
(Title inspired by the nonsensical screeches of a child at play. Thank you, Milo) Don’t Foggle My goggles Don’t mind Dont boggle Let go my toggle Switch Don’t goggle It Dont be a Bitch Don’t end up In the ditch Make the switch Out No doubt Double check the Route And get the fuck Out!
Time for something different than the same old white supremacist colonial capitalist patriarchy Past time, To be fair Way the fuck past Diggin on this tune…. listen here. https://www.dismantlepatriarchy.org/
in death So much more Ferocious Though still Frightful To some In life In death So much more Possibility To horrify To petrify To keep awake Far into The night The possibles The probables The boogeymen From the deep Dark night Nightmares Much more potent Then the real The actual Harmless bat
Another ride Another tide A Rip roaring Buck snorting Lewdly cavorting Electric ride Radio waves Toad misbehaves Fuck the FCC this lumpy Amphibian Is going to be Universal And universally The Sea foam Surfer Of the Pleiades