Hell-ary She B Bak?

OMG…just when you know she’s dead and buried, the fresh dirt wiggles, whaat, is it moving a leetil biiit.??…o no, wha thaa….lukkks likea finga steeekin uppp…holy sheeet…the fcuking arm is thrustn’ thru the dirt…siccck….it’s a head, helmut doo, cut short round the ears, kinda blondygray and streaked….here comes the otha hand pointing and jabbin, christalmightee the head’s poppped up and spewing mud from the mouth…what’s it saying?…. “…not just a speech…..I’m the best….candidate…I can win….if….you….don’t….bury…me…and my legions of middle-aged wide-assed-pants-suited whiter-than-white-ain’t-had-an-orgasim-in twenty-years-and-fcuk-any-man-who-dares-thrust-his-macho-good-ole-
boys-balls-in my face….we can win…Me….and…BILL.”

Author: Lawrence Rudmann

Multi-genre comedic political poet and trender/periscoper of what's around the corner. Avid tennis player and ukulele strummer. Comedic poetry stimulator and healer.

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