A bastardization of the Dylan Thomas Poem for the Top Bastard himself!
And Donny's death shall have no dominion.
Dead Proud Boys naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west wing;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars and stripes at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad he shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea only he shall rise again;
Though Stormy Daniels be lost, love shall not;
And Donny's death shall have no dominion.
And Donny's death shall have no dominion.
Under the wingdings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily (Trump);
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, he shall not break;
"We're going to be out front.
As your leader, I had to do that. I knew there's danger to
it, but I had to do it.
I stood out front, and led."
And Donny's death shall have no dominion.
And Donny's death shall have no dominion.
No more may Melania cry at his ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew dexamethasone & remdesivir
Lift their head to the blows of the pain
Though he be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters are not out of the woods yet;
"Don't be afraid of it. You're going to beat it."
And Donny's death shall have no dominion.
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