There has to be some
“subterranean homesick blues subliminal” message with Rex Tillerson’s Fucking
Moron, especially with the fascination of “We all Tweet in a Twitter submarine,
Twitter submarine, Twitter submarine”. After 409-days of dereliction, maybe
this is the game plan - make us think it is “Total Chaos” when behind the scenes
change things to make the agenda quota. So, I painstakingly injected every damn
“Tweet” that was authored by this Fucking Moron into a Henry Murray CIA-secretive
pattern recognition algorithm called “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”.
Those 34-letters form a “Code” that can be used to turn any messenger boy, like with
“Twitter”, into an unrecognizable mumble-jumble road rage rant, when in reality
there exists a secret message with a meaning. This is how to get the message to
its intended audience without worrying about any sabotage from members of the
Democratic caucus. Now after subjecting the Fucking Moron’s dissertational
“Tweets”, from the 1st year of endangerment as the 45th
Phony Tits-in-Chief, to the discretion of this “Supercal…” that was being run
on a Cray Super-Computer up in Fairbanks - low and behold. The Fucking Moron is
changing history, re-writing the laws of this land while we are sound asleep at
night. Due to the seriousness of what is being changed, during this
hoodwinking, it would be improper to divulge what the “Code” breaking
disseminates from the “Twitter” feeds. I could go to jail for breaking the
silence as this algorithm at my disposal is “Top Secret-OINK”. But there is one
thing I will share, as to why the Fucking Moron is filling his top-prized
cabinet seats with family members, he “Executive Ordered” a law that allows
“IMPERIAL INBREEDING”!
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A. Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
(DYLAN said that)
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A. Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
(DYLAN said that)
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