Rejoice, Our crown doth see, to grant Our sweet mercy to he, who, they may say, denied it to others.…
The Criers of Untruths, to whom We lend no ear Have spake at length of late on Our great orat’ry…
Liken us to a knave, dost thou, Clapper? We are not a knave, Thou art a knave! Thou art the…
Friends, low-lifes, Aryans, lend Us thy souls; We come to honor Bannon, not to fire him. The hard work men…
And now We ask another of Our candidates to step forth unto Our great post. Come, Mario, We offer thee…
Our nobles might make such pretense of grandeur divesting from our council. Oh, but yet, for each arrogant knave who…
The scandalous scribblers of untruths, such false report doth cite With envy do they burn For all the love bestowed…
The scandalous scribes of evil untruths are, woe, unfair to Us But lo, behold a choir unfolds. A million angels…
Our Benefactors scowl, and who’s to blame? Our parliament of knaves be put to shame!
The twittering tweets betwixt Ourselves and We Our enemies perhaps prefer not see Our trolling tattles to thyself and thee…