Things fall apart...

Yeats.

The night was dark, the sky was blue
around the corner the shitwagon flew.

It hit a bump, and screams were heard.
Now we're stuck with an orange turd.

Inspiring. Vote em' out!

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Trump is orange.
And Ivanka is a whore.

Unclebaldrick said:

Yeats.

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O but we talked at large before
The sixteen men were shot,
But who can talk of give and take,
What should be and what not
While those dead men are loitering there
To stir the boiling pot?

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”