Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur you plunder through life taking no prisoners, with your philosophical knuckles dragging on the ground. You are a dying breed born of privilege and tenacious greed, tendering little in life other than your selfish need. What is it you seek in life other than your very personal comfort? You never give a sideways glance to anyone with no chance of adding to your circumstance; narrow minded cruelty subsidies the shutdown of any tenderness, allowing emotional banalities to supersede integrity. Your karmic debt is too cancerous to be free - a lover of women among inept men, but piteous fodder for contempt among strong women. Neanderthal, you tossed love off the tongue like spit flung and stung my cheek with runny dung....in disgust I turn away at your insipid attempt at manhood. So many conquests, so little time. The pittance you gave is but a trail of unwitting shame, littered like Gretel's bread crumbs into a wilderness of pain... How sad you thought such a pittance could buy my soul. I am no longer a member of your colonial servitude, and you are an inept fossil long past its prime. From this moment, Narcissistic Neanderthal, I am free.
Or, Ode To Donald John Trump