Is it too presumptuous to write a version of “The Night Before Christmas” but instead of being about Christmas it’s about… you know
Is it too presumptuous to write a version of “The Night Before Christmas” but instead of being about Christmas it’s about… you know
Let me light this orange candle real quick.
'Twas the night before.... You know And all through bluesky The skeeters were hopeful Though they wouldn't say why.
The blueskis hung online reading headlines with care In hopes that a certain one soon would be there. The normies are sleeping all snug in their beds; No mean thoughts or ill wishes dancing in their heads. But you on your tablet and I on my phone Are still up shit posting, and we're not alone.
From the halls of the White House, his craven sycophants Are frantically covering for old Crappy Pants. But their best little tap dances simply don't matter, Drowned by the blue wave of Internet chatter.
and all through the dump?
Prayers up to Hecate