Dank Plaster

Dank Master,
The one and only,
The mysterious and lonely.
He looms tall and powerful.
He farts at will,
And orders his minions,
To deal dank weed to kids.

Wait a minute...
NANCY GRACE is that you?
I knew I smelled poo...
Snuck into my blog with an agenda,
And escaped with Dr. Phil's stash of Viagra!

That's right folks,
You heard it here.
She's probably home by now,
Washing pills down with beer.
Because thats what TV personalities do.
Of course, not me or you.

And then they refresh by farting in each other mouths,
Spouting-propaganda-people from the south.
Shut the fuck up if youve got something to prove-
That goes against 5,000 years of medical news.

Your word doesnt convince me.
::My squeegee'd third eye blinks twice::
Please Nancy, remove your makeup,
Id like to see Satan's natural complexion.
I know shes not a vegan,
Thats an unrealistic suggestion.
I know she eats a steady diet of processed cheese,
And can be found in her back office on her knees,
Sucking on the producers wanker,
And staying up in her garage chizzling off a canker.

Thats all, folks!
Thank you,
Thank you!
Youre too kind...


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