
The hypocrisy. Inviting us to lunch like little Miss Perfect.
Cottage pie, to die for.
You to try to foil us with your hoax of a life.
But why should we trust you, sad and shifty fox?
Liars are always revealed.
Like the cat with the cream.

The hypocrisy. Inviting us to lunch like little Miss Perfect.
Cottage pie, to die for.
You to try to foil us with your hoax of a life.
But why should we trust you, sad and shifty fox?
Liars are always revealed.
Like the cat with the cream.

The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 474
How sad is it that a President of the United States of America named Trump embodies a word that means ‘to outrank or defeat’ ‘in a highly public way’ whose desires are paramount and may end any hope that you have to justice.
The sorrow that one feels; that the dream of a democratic process is dead, due to the hypocrite in power.
When you can’t deny the ruthless power the POTUS and his sycophants in waiting employ, you might as well react as the turtle; retreat into your shell and let the world pass you by. It will anyway.
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