By Ellie Mangle-Lero
Here is a happy little poem to help us get through our day! I am celebrating all those little moments when I black out and forget who I am! Sometimes this happens even when I haven’t been drinking, and let me tell you, that can be quite disconcerting! So here goes!
Daze Of Our Lives???
Roses are red,
Violets are not.
What was I going to say???
Oh dear, I forgot!
Oh, and here is a dear, sweet little rhyme I just wrote about White Supremacists!
Our mothers bore you in the southern wilds,
And you are white, but your souls, your souls. . .
Do you even have souls???
Because if you don’t. . .
Oh, just swish this around in your head. . .
Because we are going to sooo lethally inject you
That you wind up dead!
Sooo, just take that!!!