(nope not yet not heryet lets wait until...i know not and this wasnt going to be for a day or so but off we go)
Poor poor Donald's offence
Yer On err... forty years ago near enough
one could pitch up a lost limey in the deepest darkest Hicksville
even Hickory
North Cal...
and find a woman not only so loving all knowledge
that day we jumped into the dark quarry pool off the ledge
sultry nothing nights....
no noise nor lights
America through The Southerner's laughs
and perfect morality.
Was every single atom of she
reached over and turned her knob
twiddle twiddle crackle crackle ...
"what on earth is THAT?"
From the very first opening seconds
the snake infested katydide
[The nighttime insects you hear are usually Katydids (family Tettigoniidae, also called bush crickets) or true crickets (family Gryllidae), both making distinct buzzing, chirping, or trilling sounds by rubbing their wings together (stridulation) to attract mates after dusk.]
i could have died
dusktime mating all every red blooded man and her
sweat pourin and the institution never beat
Yankee FM radio brings,,,
and she sings...
and days weeks probably years ... the perfect swamplife song in your ears
not one person EVER in all of Christendom
ever for a moment said twas anythin to do with Jesus H Christ
nor any sky faery organising the one perfect American moment
even if she did...or maybe
BUt fast forward thiry odd years and now they all say its biblical bullshit banshee bastardising the one greatest of all song of them sultry Yankee eighties..
fourty days a word picture metaphor
nowt to do with religious mental war,
or Dicky's 'memetic' whore
purest talent purest real undivine spirit who knows just maybe sublime
But then to cap it all by some tragic miracle
he Dead PArrots far too young and along comes
his lad
a renderin' as perfection as nobody else could
pure love pure values pure respect a pure happyclappy story
undefiled by bible bashin or fake have a nice day smiles
(weve a few of em down here the laster year or two to show)
and hardly anyone even claps never mind clicks
even if only one can still write
Greatest song. Greatest performance of it. Fight me.
thats thats fact ...thats offensive... thats your country
nothing....no memory! no humanity
no pure shiverdown your spine for a son honouring his not even shotdead dad
a goodnews story, untold as no YAnk really cares
for family, until their shotdead
gets them TV stares
Pure Nothing
and philosophically, nothing
can't be offended, by even BBC bullshit-anything...
And you can't fuck off and die
as you're already dead"
hmm gotta get in there only a scoundrel uses my beloved Amish for his Jerrymandered ... just like Nigel thinks he cantoo
and he is...
RC sexist piglet (not even desrvibg fullsize) Torygraph Tim Stanley who wont allow even bigjob woman priests https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m002mmy5 in a country 40 years ago nobody even muttered father god in the pissoir ... or even fabulous, cheeky, nestpisser #2 with her "mother god"
who next...
you did that the most obvious unbeliever in anything ever
and you clearly killed Margret too
ok happy clappy Bridge of Lurchery things next
or maybe tomorrow