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Trumpler 14. Starburst

Korea isn’t happy with Trump.  That makes the two of us.

Good, Pretti, and everyone else who has died at the hands of your private Gestapo, including the ones who died in custody that we never heard about.

Young Star Cluster Trumpler 14 By Hubble

Just Your Soul by Donald F. Narcissump Via Flickr: The only way to get what you want is to become a Trumpublican yourself Can you do that? It’s what I live for To help the unfortunate middle-class like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty They weren’t kidding when they called me, well , a dip But you’ll find that nowadays I’ve mended all my ways Repented, seen the light and made the switch To this And I fortunately know a little tactic It’s a talent that I always have possessed And while shady, please don’t laugh I use it on the behalf Of the miserable, the lonely and repressed (Pathetic) Poor unfortunate trolls In pain, in need This one longing to be richer This one wants to rule the world and do I help them? Yes, indeed. They come flocking to my office crying, “LIES, Donald, please!” And I help them Yes I do. Now it’s happened once or twice Someone couldn’t pay the price And I’m afraid I had to take ‘em at the poles Yes I’ve had the odd complaint But on the whole I’ve been a saint To those poor unfortunate trolls Have we got a deal? If I become a Trumpublican, I’ll never tell the truth again… But you’ll have a tan Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it? Oh and there’s is one more thing We haven’t discussed the subject of payment But I don’t have… What I want form you is your soul But without my soul, how can I… You’ll have your looks, your lying face And don’t underestimate the importance of body language, HA! The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber They think telling truths is such a snore Yet on land it’s much preferred for ladies not to say a word and after all dear, what is idle goodness for? Come on, they’re not all the impressed with conversation, True politicians avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On a lady who’s quite gone It’s she who holds her tongue who gets a man Come on you poor unfortunate troll Go ahead Make your choice I’m a very busy POTUS and haven’t got all day It won’t cost much Just your SOUL! You poor unfortunate troll It’s sad but true If you want to cross the bridge my sweet You’ve got to pay the toll Take a gulp and take a breath And go ahead and sign the scroll Conway, Giuliani, now I’ve got em’ ya'll the Boss is on a roll This poor unfortunate TROLL! Based on the lyrics from the songwriters: Alan Menken / Howard Elliott Ashman for Poor Unfortunate Souls from The Little Mermaid. Photographed in a diorama by Regent Miniatures all 1/6 scale seated upon a TBLeague Death Dealer Throne from Monkey Depot at www.monkeydepot.com/. The Book: NARCISSUMP The Malignancy Killing Democracy is available as a PDF, on iTunes as an ebook or hardcover or soft. This series is available now via BLURB under the title NARCISSUMP The Malignancy Killing Democracy order here: www.blurb.com/b/9763758-family-book-standard-portrait Writing and Photo by Steve McKinnis of stevemckinnis.com