how that turned out (an insult : the end)

don’t believe a deadpan child
every one of those
wastes hostile nonsense on the
ineffective slaughter of fictitious
terms starved by yourself,
not able to define a word for the public:
fabricate –

to be the most close to death

an ever-dwindling scam
without us,
gone,
a paper tiger
ripped by a killing machine,
a direct profile of
the most rambling
terrible,
                      terrible,
                                            terrible (and boring)
like so much else:
phony, a joke, phony

— all text taken from Twitter insults by Donald Trump since he declared his candidacy (as compiled by the New York Times (“The 199 People, Places and Things Donald Trump Has Insulted on Twitter: A Complete List“)).
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