communist my ass

yea thats right i rode my
twenty year old bike built
by your commie forefathers
to your commie car dealership

yea thats right the guard
to your gate makes a commie
ten dollars a day and you
drive a commie bmw

you red bastard

Posted by Roger Mugs
Filed in poetry

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