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You're Fired

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Consigned to the trash heap

Of history stained

By your vain attempts to

Resurrect its blood shame

Assert claims

Of peremptory

Right to rule

Break

Any law you see fit

Can’t admit

Your mistakes

And I’d stake any shred

Of what dignity’s LEFT

In this laughing stock mockery

Country

By theft

You inherited,

Plundered your tax haven wealth

From the same people

You’re still depriving

Of health

Go to hell

Don’t return

You can burn all you want

With your fire and fury taunt,

Narcissist vaunt

Flaunting as the undaunted

Proud Boy’s commandant

Nonchalantly don cloaks

Of the ghosts

That still haunt

Like Levant false messiah’s

Disguised as Mein Kampf

But of course it’s just China’s

New World worker’s comp

Weaponizing infectious

Investment detente

That’s the hoax,

That’s all folks,

Merely Putin’s savant

Useful idiot

Still stuffing snakes in the swamp

Hope you rot

Like, a lot

And forgotten in time

We remind ourselves why

You arrived on the scene

To steal one more show

Selfish

American Dream

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