I am a poet but this is not a poem


This country is riddled by those who have no right to be here

Do you mean the illegals Joe

Amongst others

If these creatures were deported

Back to their sewers of origin

Then this country would be cleansed

All of our innocents would be safe

The economy would change almost overnight

What would your role be in this

I would be in charge of the traitors

Their lives would become increasingly bleak

Why are we having this conversation

As I am as ready as you are my little brother