Pizzagate Poem- a repost but a poem that I believe is worthy

I posted this some time ago but wanted to share it again because everyone that really knows pizzagate that I read the poem to says how great it is- I think I did OK with this one written in a matter of 20 minutes- pizzagators will certainly appreciate- others may not know what in the he** I'm referring to- LOL

Here are some words written by me for you
In hopes it will help peeps see pizzagate’s true

I’ll first call your attention to the wikileaks source
and their 100% honest record- of course

next have a look at that guy John Podesta
and the pedophile sign at the pizza called ‘Besta’

and John’s brother Tony is also a winner
he’ll never miss out on an Ambramovich dinner

where breast milk and semen and blood mixed together
It’s all in good fun- the younger the better

John left his hanky with pizza map goo
Then told by a friend that we’ll save it for you

Since when does a pizza need a map anyway
Since Tony and John with the children do play

Did you hear the boo hooing by old David Brock
You know he’s the guy who would ride James’ tiny c**k

He cries his friend James is scared and in hell
That’ll all be for real when JA’s in his cell

Bubba don’t take kindly to no child rapers
Poor James was found lifeless I read in the papers

ok I admit that parts merely pure fancy
can’t wait to see James be the whole cellblock’s nancy

and then Megan Kelly oh yeah she’s first class
throwing Alefantis softballs while kissing his a**

FAKE NEWS they all claimed when all this first broke
when the truth is revealed on FAKE NEWS they’ll all choke

You know James from Comet that quaint pizza place
where children play pong pong and to tables are taped

And then there’s the Weiner up NYC way
I’ll bet he and Huma have plenty to say

if cheese pizza, and pasta are your favorite thing
And hot dogs and walnuts with joy make you sing

and pictures of young girls called pizza sluts
the base of your finger has scares from the cuts

if babies are ‘hotards’ in your twisted sick ‘fun’
then get your affairs all in order cause this BULLSHIT is DONE

Neil Wolfe