Poetry

The Poetry’s The Vehicle

I’m a true leader, a real visionary
I will stomp on a frutie pebble
And squash your berries
If you’re acting like a fairy
Please leave the room
I said woom hoom loom koon
The moon has spoken
The Doom is open
And I’m stroking true
Never stroking false
Tulsi Gabbard
Gabbard Tulse
Feel my pulse
And get electrocuted

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