Rumbling Thunders

Bessie Smith's Boy

Goodness to Betsy

So We have been being no momma's boy lately n it do not feel no different.
I never was.
I have You n Bertha n We have a job to do n You are not exempt.
You pretend to be so independent n la ti da bout any deep stress We be carry be no concern
of yours.
But you can not stop thinking of this fucking boy n You resent it more n love me.
God did not make you a perfect anything.
Not even no trojan horse.
All I wanna from you a suck You off one time n then vanish as far as I am concerned I need one spend n you can keep the rest. Unless you wanna more permanent spitoon for thy holy spend.
We are retainable.

I am going to need legal help, We have some wit friendly civil servants in high positions in Our government. The blind n insistently ignorant jurists n legal fraternity need a reeducation programme maybe We should send em all to kim yung phuk in North Korea. The entire collection of ghouls need a lobotomy for the salvation of human civilization. Lawyers are a pox pon life save for the retarded or illiterate, no sane man should need to bugger the laws of his land, if he breaks them he must pay even the King. Even the Pope in this Promised Land Truth Reality n the sane are just a few of the gifts We bring n We would appreciate of the snakes in the grass vanish from Our intercourse with Our people all Our wit will do is burn you so kindly fuck off. Our version of ethnic cleansing. Sneaky weasel sucking thieves mauling Our little girls into fiat, cumless, marriages make this daddy fucking sick. Our girls give you life any joy n the reality of heirs you can know n fun there is no fun without your women. Give inn n Marry a few n make their daddy happy.


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