by EndPoliticians | Jun 20, 2024 | Blog, Graft, MONEY, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Throne Trolls, Writing
Fourword Off with his head! Damnatio Memoriae Dead man walking. Well, walking when not in his daily regimen drunken stupor not so spectacular after the face-spending public soured limelight fades into his first of many to come stiff gin & baby blood...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Circle jerk commencement leading to a traffic jam bonanza Looking both ways reveals not a woman anywhere in sight Unity amongst brothers that special connection is made Bad to the bone motto opens a gaping new perspective Hardly Davidson honing the head work bores...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, Writing
Cam’s shaft excitedly turns his faltering crank, As a handlebar moustache tickles his taint. Redlined palpitation races uncontrollably forward, Leaving that kickstand buried in the dirt. Ignition electric races in passionate direction, Surging energy throes a...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Fourword Carl craves cock carnivorously! Words Like an all too limber butterfingers, drunken, concussive rifle scope kickback crimson trickling black eyed mark of shame in spotlighted deer hunting shenanigans – for me – they are certainly few and far...
by EndPoliticians | May 30, 2024 | Blog, Pulpify, Slop Trough, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Writing
Lockjaw Thursday Come on bro, you (I) can do it! You (I) are fighting against ignorance, evil, stupidity, cowardice, incompetence, delusional dunces, etc and the like of clueless, overfilled victim projection dirty diapers of their sullied, piddly worlds of black hole...
by EndPoliticians | May 23, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Hardly Davidson merely an assembly line of broken down Sheilas Eyes on the prize not the short & curlies but a full patch supreme Laying on their throttle in skid-mark torquing pleasure Long road ahead on the short nozzled reservoirs Slipping and sliding on those...
