We need not be savage beasts. For we have music. And poetry, like music, hath charms to soothe the savage beast. In hypnotic beats. And lyrics,
emotive. Verily, poetry is music to humans. We, have options. We need not be, savage, beasts. We’ve got, lyrics.
Add to poetry’s letters and numbers, music. And to music’s notes, voices. Then add, dances, musical. And rappers, beating, beats. Artistry like Lin
and Nancy’s, reflect views on walls, more egalitarian, than is capable … a caricature, … President, Don.
Artistry like Lin’s and Nancy’s, on two more fronts, combats the ever combative, mafioso, aka, President Don. Aka, The Don. And add to poetry’s
letters and numbers, music. And to music’s notes, voices. Add dances. And rappers, beating up beats, poetically.
On Don’s modus operandi: A primer: Act the part of a sovereign. The King.
Steal … and lie to … men. Lie with and lie to, women. Take no, responsibility.
Deny, everything. At all times and in all things, lie well to men. And lie to women … faithfully.
Don’s modus operandi. A primer: Take no responsibility. Deny everything. Lie well to men. And lie to women, faithfully. Act the part of a King,
sovereign. Steal. Then lie to the men. Lie with the women. Then lie too to them. Don’s modus operandi, is lying.
President Don’s modus operandi, is lying. No responsibility, taking, Don just denies, everything. He lies to men. And he lies to women, fairly,
indiscriminately. And he acts the part of a King, sovereign. President Don’s modus operandi is lying, routinely.