Speechless

There exists a shallow faker named Gore

Took on the life of a whore

He played on our fears

Then assaulted our ears

With this dumb-ass “poem” that proves he has lost his mind.

 

(A rhyme by a former Democrat Vice President of the United States.)

 

Vapors rise as

 

Fever settles on an acid sea

 

Neptune's bones dissolve

 

 

Snow glides from the mountain

 

Ice fathers floods for a season

 

A hard rain comes quickly

 

 

Then dirt is parched

 

Kindling is placed in the forest

 

For the lightning's celebration

 

 

Unknown creatures

 

Take their leave, unmourned

 

Horsemen ready their stirrups

 

 

Passion seeks heroes and friends

 

The bell of the city

 

On the hill is rung

 

 

The shepherd cries

 

The hour of choosing has arrived

 

Here are your tools

 

What’s next from the “Mambee of all Pambees”?

I know?

Gore can do his pancake face impression of: “Mime trapped in a glass box.”

It might just have come time that no one would even take notice.