she has to shut up so I can speak 25/8, three-sixty-six.
Whether it was my (un)worthy opponent (who clearly knew not her place)
or the fervently femme moderator refusing me enough time and space
for my ad infinitum praise of my masters, Donald (and also Jesus),
not to mention those plexiglass panels placed in my face in case someone sneezes,
in retrospect, I was not my best and it may not have been wise
to reprise the lies that Donald tells because his lies draw dung-loving flies.
Memo to self: for political health, avoid women and "debate" with yourself.
