Survived what should’ve broken me. Turning my battle scars into policy change.
Life’s a three-ring circus. I’m just trying to keep the tent up.
Trump bluffs, the world calls it, and he folds. Every time he backs down, it sends a clear message: no one has to take him seriously. They just have to wait him out, and hardworking Americans pay the price for his empty threats.
Trump bluffs, the world calls it, and he folds. Every time he backs down, it sends a clear message: no one has to take him seriously. They just have to wait him out, and hardworking Americans pay the price for his empty threats.
they cried. “They sparkle! They shine!”
(Though one was just doodles and a ketchup-stained line.)
No dates, no details, not even a name,
But LOOK at this binder! We’re winning the game!
So ends our parade, with a bang and a spin,
All hat, no cattle. All pitch, no win.
🧚
they cried. “They sparkle! They shine!”
(Though one was just doodles and a ketchup-stained line.)
No dates, no details, not even a name,
But LOOK at this binder! We’re winning the game!
So ends our parade, with a bang and a spin,
All hat, no cattle. All pitch, no win.
🧚
The Deal-a-Day Parade ~by A Non-Writer with a Front Row Seat
They screamed, “Ninety deals! We’re sealing the fate!”
But forgot one small thing, like how to negotiate.
By Day Sixty-Five, with no deals to be seen,
They shouted, “We’ve got EIGHTEEN! They’re super! They’re keen!”
“On paper!” 🧵
The Deal-a-Day Parade ~by A Non-Writer with a Front Row Seat
They screamed, “Ninety deals! We’re sealing the fate!”
But forgot one small thing, like how to negotiate.
By Day Sixty-Five, with no deals to be seen,
They shouted, “We’ve got EIGHTEEN! They’re super! They’re keen!”
“On paper!” 🧵
If irony paid, you’d be kings of the land
but you’re broke on integrity,
short on the stand.
So cheers to the game,
and the justice you bend
Where truth’s just a tweet
you delete in the end.
If irony paid, you’d be kings of the land
but you’re broke on integrity,
short on the stand.
So cheers to the game,
and the justice you bend
Where truth’s just a tweet
you delete in the end.