The jesters around here say not a word, They just stand back and watch the court absurd.
Thou shalt have a grand, majestic wall, And thou shalt have it free of charge, by law. The Moors will…
Now, here is what We crave to make Us whole, The taste that more than nourishes the soul. Sweeter than…
And now, We say good morrow, Omarosa. Slander and hypocrisy rank high Here inside Our lowly, dark abode. But what…
Our Grace hath been invited by the gods BELIKE to be man-person of the year. A chariot was sent, laden…
Wherefore hath gone our beloved dot dot dot? Shall We now issue a thought complete In two hundred eighty characters…
Our Grace was asked of late, if Our Royal pride Might take offence should Hillary challenge for Our Crown. Well,…
The libelous scribes, to whom We pay no mind, Hath desecrated all that We deem kind. The untruths they hath…
Sworn to be the villain, as We hath, No scurvy-ridden orphan ‘scape Our wrath.
A scoundrel fears’t not that he brings a war on, When destiny hath bound he play the moron.