Trump's money hand has swollen.
Bruised and scraped right breast.
air out to afro.
It has always looked this way untamed.
Persistence is frightening and Betty's dead.
Elvis has haunted me all day.
There are many memories in a hunk of metal.
Tears inside the base of my gut.
Uncontrolled desire and an opportunity to watch the piranha feed.
My reality is on rewind, review, and relive.
No one really knows the whole facts.
I wonder what it is like to live free without remorse.
To spin in circles, well dressed, with a handsome hammer and work for forces of evil.
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