Her pretty face has turned into a wart of rage
As if a pit bull were leaping halfway out from the facial planes
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oh, dear, I turned into raging yammering twinke---but I agree with so much of your poem and wish there were no need for these kinds of conversations
I absolutely fear for America--- there are a lot of people trying to destroy her and replace her with a Party of runp-kissers and candidates who want to line their pockets with money and/or power and haven't even a nodding relationship with principle, kindness, or selflessness.
Her pretty face has turned into a wart of rage----how utterly repulsive! ! ! i.e. great writing here! ! !
admiring the sketches presented by this poem---- a thousand democracy loving stars!