Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration, turning patriotic colors
to a purple stain, dribbling down his belly he's the hope of
generations, the measure of the damage we have yet to ascertain. Mammoth
head of paraffin of malleable nature, pounded with the platitudes
admissible for use, pitiful and blundering , a mortifying creature, his
neck is too weak to support the partial birth of truth. Misbegotten
inconsolable, the fitting end result of his breed, misbegotten
inconsolable, a product of stupidity and greed. Watch him as his dim
eyes roll back into his head, see him struggling in his own filth to
stand irretrievable and overfed, he reaches out with his desperate
little hands.