by William Skink
Dementia Joe picked a running mate with impressive pigment qualifications and a vagina.
It was very, very important for Democrats to pick someone with the right epidermal hue and lady parts, so this must be very exciting for supporters of Democrats who know the world will end if the orange man isn’t jettisoned with extreme prejudice from the White House.
In celebration of this amazing candidate who sticks to her guns (even if it means nearly putting an innocent man to death), here is a poem for your Saturday morning. Enjoy!
VEEP
Copmala no Impala as she
steamrolls the streets
from west coast haunts like Oakland to
Washington DC
Copmala no apola-gize for
innocent men detained
and the media will help her—do you
even know their names?
Copmala make you holla as she
signals with her skin
after Grandpa takes his long sleep
the real work begins
so dolla-up, Copmala, ‘cause
orange man on the loose
and with your tough exterior you’ll
sell a better noose
Why don’t you add a verse about her family being slave owners?
the Orange Messiah vs. Black Hillary yay for Coke and Pepsi This country is sooo fucked.
Scytl Election training in Ukraine, er uh, MERICA! Is it IAmerica or AI run Imerica?
Either way AI AKA machine intelligence, DOES THE VOTES!