That woman.
That pesky woman is my muse.
Until that man – that foolish clownish jester has collapsed on his own self-esteem…
Until everyone who eats with him is repulsed by his belching & farting…
Until all his children & wives & employees are sick of him…
Until there is a global alliance of USA Asia Australia Antartica Cork Canada Greenland Russia China Galway North Pole South & Middle America Mars Moon Cobblers Hairdressers Uncle Tom Cobley Walt Whitman Jesus Confucius Judas Mary Joseph Europe Kerry Cannes Curry Fish&Chips Pope Francis Rice Doonbeg and the Oscars …
Until he’s wet himself so many times White House cleaners go on strike for danger money…
Until the Fraud exposes himself as having had a transplant auto-generating intelligence…
Until that day and beyond – let us all follow him – and harass him into the sewer where he grew up and where he deserves a place in the Buffoons’ Hall of Fame.
Meanwhile – let’s all raise our glasses to that magnificent woman and her flying Twitter Machine.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 
Ah, yes! Never mind. I see now the other tags! I am thankful we are on the same page!
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Is this about anyone in particular? I see the tag, “politics”, which brings to my mind a certain someone. But, I am wondering if this was inspired by a certain someone?
Thanks.
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