So eat your fucking sick-ass hearts out you Hillary loving liberals. May you all end up living in Alabama…
The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers
Hooked in the stones of the wall,
The storm-wrack hair and the screeching mouth: does it
Whether the people believe
Your bitter fountain? Truly men hate the truth; they’d
Meet a tiger on the road.
Therefore the poets honey their truth with lying; but
Venders and political men
Pour from the barrel, new lies on the old, and are praised
Wisdom. Poor bitch, be wise.
No: you’ll still mumble in a corner a crust of truth, to
And gods disgusting.—You and I, Cassandra.
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