Home in on an odd mad man.
Jaded.
A dim mad man, hidden.
No one home.
Men demand he end an aim.
A hood.
Mahmoud denied men.
I am in! I am not ended! Mine!
I am damn mad!
I hide.
Men demand an end.
I am done in - ended.
Damn mad.
Is she serious on a Pres. run – USA House?
Spell ‘loser,’ L-O-S-E-R.’
No? Or s’pose she’ll slip in as our USA Pres. louses up?
As she runs, her spouse is in house. As he helps raise her spares, he is a real plus.
In a run she’ll use Spanish Hola! as Hello!
So, is she a pure soul, a pale rose or a real asshole?
She’ll relish a run, as she is a pure poser.
Her passion is raise spares - esp. a son - press on, rise up in polls as a hope in USA House.
Is she a plain person – a real pal?
Or is her ‘plain pal’ role a ruse, is she a poser – so, a loser?
As one hires her so he earns USA House, he has her on an airplane, he spurs her on.
She soars, splashes in on all USA.
So his poll Nos. rise, he heaps praise on her as a super person, he hails her as a hero, a real pal, a sure person, a real USA hope!
As she harps on, shares her plain, horse-sense spiels on a USA issue on air, his poll Nos. slip.
She louses up, ruins his USA Pres. Run.
She has no reason; she has help on her plans, her spiels.
Her allies are her hope. Her allies help her - she has no real pals.
She is pure spin. She is a shill. SHUN HER, SHE’S A POSER.
He has ire, is harsh as he loses in polls on her rash spiels.
He sees her as PURE PAIN, a real asshole!
Sarah! No! SH! OH NO!!
Persons HEAR her on air as a poser, a shill, as in her spiels she pours on pure spin.
She louses up, ruins his run.
Persons hear reason? Persons hear sense?
NO. Persons parse her spiels, hear her non-sense.
Persons hear spin phrases, as a poser she riles persons.
Press punishes, pans her. Press praises her.
Realise, her real pull, HER ALLURE are her spine, her shape, her hips, her ass, her shins, her poise, her lips, her ears, her nose, her nails, her hair.
She’s a near pin-up!
She shops sales - posh sales - slips, shoes, purses, nail polish, hairpins.
Her plan is a ruse – Pose as a plain person, as a pal, use ‘horse sense,’ as she has no reason.
On real USA issue, she has help.
She has HEAPS on her PERSONAL ISSUE PILE.
Persons help her on personal, USA issue.
She has no real pals. Her pals are her help persons.
So a poser is ‘pal-ish,’ her spiels are plain.
On one issue – her son – on air, Rush is harsh. He uses her son issue, slashes her.
Her sin is, as she pushes on, she loses hope, loses her personal house, uses pain pills.
LOSS, LOSS, LOSS.
Uh oh! Oh no!
Her purse spills.
Pills spill.
As her personal issue pile up, she uses pills.
Oh! Rue a ruse, rue a pose, as all is pure pain.
She is in pain, so she uses pain pills.
As Rush, she is also a pain-pill user.
In her pain-pill use she sullies her personal house.
As Sarah shares her pills in her house, she is a pain-pill pusher, also.
SH!
Hell here … USA House is hers as one / he louses up!
She’ll lose all - also hope, sure - on a pain-pill-pusher issue.
She has a sharp pain. Has she a pulse?
Hear her as one pleas: Helllllp!
She is so ashen, so pale!
She is a no-pulse pain-pill user in no hope as no one helps her.
Sure, serious.
Rush her a hospi[t]al - no hospi[t]al near.
IN HER SHILL AS A POSER, ON HER PERSONAL ISSUE IN PILL USE, SHE RUIN HER USA PRES. HOUSE RUN. IN HER PIN-UP ALLURE, PLAIN-PAL RUSE - SHE RULES.
Ask Gandhi, as Gandhi is a charming armchair god.
Gandhi is in a mask - as a shaman.
Gandhi ran a march.
Gandhi said: No man can do harm in a march!!
A grand drama is in his hands.
In harsh sand, Gandhi said: March! No arms!
Gandhi moans and groans in chains.
A man harms Gandhi.
Gash and scar a monk.
Gandhi’s sin: I am damn mad.
Mark a kind man as a diamond, a charm, a god, in garish dramas.
Oh, God!
Ash.
I milk [it] long. 
I dare and I lead men.
I am damn mad!
Men and I share ideas.
Men learned as I led.
I learn and lead. I dare.
I land in a hole.
Some here see me as an animal!
I am no animal! I am a MAN! I am a leader!
As a lion, I ROAR!
Shame! Shame! A leader, a real man is held as an animal!
I am all alone in a harsh land.
He hordes, he is a miser as no one shares, no one lends a hand!
A man is solemn, sore.
He rose and led men.
All hail a dear leader.
No one else is as hard as he.
More men dare as Nelson rose and led.
I am a lame leader.
I’m a radical liberal gov. in Ill., in a grave, legal imbroglio.
A grand hair-ball over a barrel.
Blame ME? I’M vile or evil? Ha!
Media rail-road me!
Blame him: a roach.
In a big, large, HUGE deal, he’d goad: GIVE ME!
Can I please do as I please? As I desire? PLEASE?
Nancy can’t stand ‘No!’ So please only prepare to say Yes.’
A die is cast.
A candidate cares and tries to do as people desire.
Nancy is also related to Pelosi leaders.
Nancy de-personalised a race.
A leader dares and does as a leader pleases.
Nancy rises in one city and sleeps in one city.
Nancy lands and closes deals.
Nancy sells and sold land and properties - a lot.
As Nancy earns dollars Nancy also spends dollars.
Don’t trap Nancy! Don’t dare close doors on Nancy! Don’t stop Nancy!
Nancy isn’t one to sit idly and stare.
Nancy can do! Nancy is speedy!
Nancy tries to reach lost or stolen dollars and earn.
As dollars are earned, dollars are spent.
Is Nancy a liar? A darn lie persist.
Nancy can’t escape a repeated lie or slander.
No, Nancy is not a liar.
Nancy trails or loses, still, Nancy is not a liar.
Nancy’s role is as a leader, a do-er.
Nancy trades in a role as a ladies’ lady (yet still in lacy slips and panties) and dares to rise to role as a leader (clad in clean, sterndress).
Polls are not clear: Nancy as a loser or a leader?
Nancy slips in polls and loses a place as a leader.
Still, Nancy is special and people - especially ladies on all planet - adore Nancy.
So, it only stands to reason, Nancy stays on as a leader.
Nancy is placed on a pedestal and people, especially ladies, clap.
CRIME HERE!
MURDER!
I plot to put the end to men.
Other men help me to do the plot.
Hit them! Pummel them!
Put them on their trip to the center!
Put them into the center!
There, let them rot!
Me? I need the protein-rich diet.
Let them dine on thin potato or lentil or rice.
The men need to die.
Let them continue? Then the men turn more rich!!
I meet men in the Reich.
I tell them: Don’t put the item in print or don’t tell other the plot!
The men in Reich cheer him on.
Other men die.
Let me do it. I did it. I told them to do it - to murder nine or ten million men.
Credit me, the cretin, the one to put implement the plot to murder nine or ten million men.
A hick, a nerd in an urban hub.
By chance, I break ice!
I drink rye and dine - chicken.
Hired by a brand, I earn a dandy check.
A brainy reader and darer, I run a hard race.
In a chair, a link in a chain, I cede a dicey idea.
I deny, hide any dire, underhanded crud.
A brain behind a dunce, a duck.
I hear and I dare.
I, care? Ha!
I burn, bury, deny any dicey link in a chain.
I carry a dark, eerie, icy air.
Brick-hard and beady-eyed.
Rude and crude.
A bad cad and a crab.
Acidic, acerbic, and rancid.
Heck, I can break a neck.
Hey! In a crib, I, a dear cherub, cried!
And, in bed, I ride a nude, bare bride - nice!
In a yard, I braced.
Ready?
A bird? A deer? DUCK!!
A dear endured buck in chin, cheek, neck, ear.
I need a rare cancer cure.
Day by day I die.
Ruined, I cry.
I die - cancer.
Buried in a dark church yard.
A bride I rue, I chide, cried.
In India ‘Piyush’ is P[ee]yush.
Hm …
As I stab at a run as a star at my post in USA armpit, Louisiana, I trail.
An unborn baby is almost always on my mind.
I am primarily anti-aborti_n.
In print or on air I try, but my ability to push this alarm has a limit.
In my post I try to play most bits mid-road, but on this I’m darn mad and ‘way out,’ so it’s hard.
To me, to stop aborti_n is my main moral duty.
On this, media blast me almost daily.
Many say I’m brash on this … or not pithy!
I’m just normal!
To me a plain old truism is: A baby has a soul!
Boy oh boy, on this am I pithy!