Dear Sir,
You disgusting pig.
What foul stench permeates your soul.
You and yours sweat corruption.
Never, have I ever, witnessed such disregard for human life, sending our blood soaked billions just to hide your crimes,
as people die by the thousands.
Yet as you stand, with China’s arm up your butt, spewing forth lie after lie, we wonder, “What can we do, to pull you from your perch?” You squawking, bumbling, parrot.
Can you even count to ten, without crapping yourself? You turd, you pariah. Thousands will travel for days just to piss on your grave.
I know I will.
God willing we may survive your brief existence.
With heart felt middle fingers,
Everyone
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell5 days ago in Writers
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