A Short Prayer to Mr Death

I send this wish to Reaper Grim,
Why the hell won't you take him? 
By "him", I mean that orange twat; 
With hair like some shit roadkill hat. 

I've had enough, I want him gone;
By bullet, spear or randy swan. 
He's dumb, he's coarse, he has no style; 
And some say he's a paedophile. 

So, strike him down, release your curse 
And send that fuck off in a hearse. 
You've had your fun, you let hate thrive; 
Now see that cunt off with your scythe!

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