An Augur Ration
Heavy manners without a Frippian heart,
Irreligious blind faith rooted in feelings of inadequacy,
Titular typecast orange tapioca titmeister
Leaps from lewd to leading Clinton-licking liemonger,
Eerily dreams of making lakes great again by renaming Ontario Exxon.
Right shush men demonstrate why Jesus threw them out of the temple in rage.
Itchy and Scratch keep returning to a presumption of incredulity,
Angling around the maybe-no-myth of Armageddon, succumbing to anxiety.
New president’s inaugural address is only words — until — it’s not.
--John Burroughs
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