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May’s Way

And now, the end is near
and my demise is surely certain 
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lied, so many times
as I ran through, fields of barley
And more, much more than this, I did it May’s way

Regrets, I’ve had a few
but then again, I’d have to care first.
I did what I had to do, robbed the poor without exemption
With cuts I fecked you all, the disabled I hit worst
And more, much more than this, I did it May’s way

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
And through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it May’s way

I’ve smirked, and laughed and cried
You had your fill, of my abusing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
“Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it May’s way”

For what is a Tory, what have I got?
With no party, will I be caught? 
Forgetting those who feel, for those who kneel
The record shows I took the blows and did it May’s way!

https://rashellereid.wordpress.com/2017/05/31/3178/

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An orange-man and a tangerine woman were walking by the Clyde, they weren’t holding hands but standing side by side. Softened for the camera May looked straight into his eyes whispering, “I love our special relationship as much as I love telling lies.”

“We’ll keep your Trident missiles right here upon our shore, and when you want new ones just say and I’ll make more, don’t worry about the money, I’ll just take it from the poor.”

The orange-man began to trumpet so excited was he, “Oh my darling woman, just you wait and see. I have a wonderful idea that I must get off my chest. We can kill even more off by privatising your

Trembling with excitement May took him by the hand “Oh my darling Donald, I knew you’d understand”

He grabbed her by the pussy, like he promised some time ago. He knew he didn’t have to worry about her saying no.  Soon they were naked and writhing on the floor and the only sound that could be heard for miles was a tangerine woman screaming more.

“Shoot your load, shoot your load just like the soldiers on my streets and then let’s get back to work and prepare their final defeat. From chaos will come order, just as we’d planned all along, a one world government to sing the song of songs.

Spent he snuggled up beside her, dreaming of all that was still to be, him the King of the new world with his tangerine queen on his knee.

As he drifted off to sleep with a smile upon his lips. She stood over him cackling with her hands upon her hips. “You think so darling, that I’ll just be your little toy when all you do is throw tantrums just like a little boy. I’ll be queen of the new world, a Goddess in red, white and blue now all I’ve got to do is finish disposing of you.”

Her tangerine suit now back on, she slipped her hand into her pocket, it was time to get rid of this bright, orange, fecking rocket. The keys of the palace twinkled in her hand, oh my dear Donald I’m sure you’d understand. She opened up her keyring the little Swiss army knife, how could he ever think that she would be his wife. She slit his throat knowing the body would be easy to hide, she didn’t need to dig a hole she just dumped him in the Clyde.

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