Unitorn

You speak of Unity I feel so torn;
forlorn the cothers of foreboding.
it clauses us to uniform --
our gestures born, again be breaded.


the breast with mouthwashed bullshit snowflaked;
the corn was popped like no mans business.
No porn so frisk to back up the scorn bates;
some Fish shortcircuit Jokers buzziness!


Transcending critics sqewered biggots;
idiosyncrasis is the riot!! Crates expired,
tropes flaming Nihilistic maggots --
maneur man holed a bowl-in-gun retired...


The Sun farewelled the honeymoon;
sweet strawberries and hangmans yokes.
The moose was staring at the broom;
stalking under the pinetree for some pokes.


Rhiny and Unicorns banned the Giraphe;
his neck was in the clowds finding Silver linings.
Not solid on the ground, depressed or scathed;
just ring the bell to be G.I. Jane in armors shining!


To heir the gloom of foreboding Doom
make it a game to tick the retweet...
confined the Swansongs into swastica - Boom
some fried sticks may still trick or treat!


Some are kicking ohters wear the rubber;
or are too english to utter the spell.
Erazed the hair and bairded globbers;
muniched the munchkin Berlin wall seashell.


A landslide mug may turn a blind eye
even some prying lids may soon disguise...
better acuse the supposition with lullabies
everything is too old-younger and not even poised!