With unrestrained alacrity, the mainstream
Bleaches its anus.  Savory loblolly hologram
Summers.       I like banjos.      I like
It’ll grow back.      You are the first black

Person I have ever met in real life.            This 
Alcove a strobe so ablaze with resplendence
The sun itself cast doth a shadow!         O my nasty God.
Votive pyromania.        You people.

As white as the presidential race itself.        You have snapped thrice in a Z
Formation.     You have a sex so rough it’s concept
Ual rape.  If I’m never afforded a Borealis, at least let me
Witness a meth lab explode before I die, shiny trinkets

Marring my pedicured lawn, my neatly spaced shing
Les, my cloture so blanched it brings sight to the blind.