Make America a Fuck Again (MAFA)
A scathing satirical doggerel on the MAGA movement and its leader. This political commentary explores themes of power, corruption, and the potential future of American democracy through a dark, humorous lens.
7/28/2025
Greedy as fuck, my shit gets stuck,
I like cunts of every holy kind.
I like to deflower them from stem,
Sink my teeth into the rind.
Perched precariously on my foamy phallus,
Svelte cuties invaded and naked preteen.
I grunt while defecating ginormous turds,
Pinto America's favorite fart bean.
I flush I flush I blush in a rush,
Biden's flush always woke and bluff.
The logs come floating back up,
Makes me scream I'VE HAD ENOUGH.
Land of the free, chop the to-be-chopped tree,
The men of oil rule, I like to think.
The weakest link honest men,
Their balls have shit that always stink.
Jesus doth knoweth, how shit will floweth,
Once we shit dishonesty in their brain.
The wise too disappoint me everyday,
Power drain, vain utter shit stain.
Let us say our prayers well and dwell,
Take servant girls and slap sense into them.
Fuck them for they know not what,
It's like to swallow god's oily semen.
Verily thus us, goodly we go,
And frack with impunity the crust.
The rituals are rote, a boat on the money moat,
Must be safe for in god we trust.
Also while we are at it, taking a shit,
Fuck brown, the black, and the china men.
Jesus land is only alabaster white,
Of the white, for the white, by the white, amen.
Holy ass fuck, hokey MAGA on a truck,
Lubrication you will certainly need.
Decent Americans all gaped, mini cunts raped,
What will take over now is Epstein's seed.
The indian red, booze head, on a diabetic bed,
Flock with the feathered fools in casino.
With peyote they dance, in trance,
Assured extinction in congressional slow mo.
So suck my cock little girl, suck me hard,
As if I'm your long lost dear daddy.
Picking you up from kinder-fucking-garten,
In a world totally fucked wholly already.
We'll incarcerate the zygote killers,
Ban evolution and teach genesis instead.
We'll collaborate with oily and gassy,
Gang rape the climate crisis in the head.
We'll use long respectable words,
Respectfully fuck the sorry sciencey ass.
Euphemisms are green examples of,
Gaslighting without any polluting gas.
Our god's trump card, I, only and surely I,
Hallelujah I am finally totally back.
Like the second cumming of christ,
I kick bloody the opposing ball sac.
Putin, you, I, Netanyahu, will the world end,
In an orgy of the richest white power sort.
Democracies subverted, shiny legs parted,
He who eats most white pussy, wins the sport.
Statistics with carrots and sticks,
Sometimes up asses I suppose.
Numbers that don't agree are wrong,
It's wise to pick those I have chose.
My prattle sabre rattle or tattle,
Battle is really my home front.
A slim part is natty, most fatty,
And those cunts are blunt.
Gift a GREAT dark age in a bacteriophage,
From Elon's nasty Nazi ass I'm sure.
Not a frivolity who shits in the white house,
But in cancerous mouths waiting for a cure.
From my cuck chair I watch, Elon's a sasquatch,
Let loose in America, his Indian sweat shop.
After the honey buns it's my sweet soft bum,
Puckered and ready, my pants I quickly drop.
But at least for now I'm king, he's an underling,
Wrecking scrotum balls his, I daresay.
And also Ukraine is anal necrotic pain,
Lick Putin's anus or they dearly pay.
"Most-lame" very easy to blame,
Gaza the new shopping plaza—methinks.
Using Israel's hack, I fuck them on a rack,
Double penetrate this hole that stinks.
India's a dirt-poor shit-brown polluted hell-hole,
With stupid names very hard to say.
With terrorist pal pakistan and 25% TAX,
India my new shit pan I don't hafta pay.
Modi a jolly jape, joker on a shitscape,
Hindoo my ploy, a toy in my ass I play.
They'll shit or piss in their own mouth,
The dirtiest dumb brown stupids I say.
It's destined it's divine, helluva so fine,
Brown slavery by fiat plus super-visa pain.
Yankee cunts won't be free with their cunts,
I'll make america a fuck again.
Postscript: I just think that whatever little opportunity this spark we call life has bestowed upon us—in the form we presently occupy as Homo sapiens—should be used to preserve the planet and all of nature that sustains us. These next four years the Trump ketamine kakistocracy will erase all the good that was ever done and only encourage petty, parochial tendencies and further destruction—and Nazify the already unhinged dipshit right. Indeed, the America where I once lived is extinct, as is all contemporary goodwill toward humanity and the Earth—will be massacred at the altar of frivolous and cheap fibs about differences between man and man that do not exist.
America, after the Second World War, was lionized as a melting pot of various groups, a hub of innovative and pioneering entrepreneurs. It represented curiosity, represented progress, and by freely sharing its research findings, it did more to dismantle the rigid silos of past centuries than we care to admit. But now, with religious Christian fundamentalism as its guiding force, it is no different from the Islamic world it wants to emancipate—one dogma against another, or is it three—just like old times, or from recent past like the three juicy tits of a homely whore I saw on Schwarzenegger’s Total Recall. America will go tits up, three tits up, if it keeps trying to pretend there’s something supernatural about it. There isn’t. Just greedy, narcissistic men with droopy balls who’ll fuck the nation, as I see it, in the ass, without lubrication.
These, along with the disturbing structural changes to the core American civil service, that is the indiscriminate winnowing in the name of elusive made-up efficiency, are mere distractions—buying the larcenous billionaires in the oligarchy enough time to flush everything good from the past and replace it with their treacherous version of the world: a kleptocratic monarchy. And here’s the clever part—all in the name of democracy.
The very people (MAGA) who voted these tyrannical ruffians in will be the ones to suffer the most ass gaping from what follows, as will everyone else in the US as well as the rest of the world, I’m sure—as the earth absorbs the shock of impact from this massive asteroid of idiocracy—or as I see it, idiocrazy. The motherfucking cocksucking American can-do ass-fucking is finally going to ass fuck itself to an underwhelming oblivion, an implosion from the rancor and spite of inbred white homogeneity, from being full of shit, especially from the pernicious South African white supremacist feces in the mix—at least for four years the country is going to go back to fuck, just like the founders could have never imagined even in their worst nightmares.
Well what do I care! I’m fucked anyway, one way or the other, the country where I am at, a parliamentary buffoonery, is permanently fucked—steeped in endless mythology, infinite gods, rarely coherent, all toxic narcissists—jamming the Indian postcolonial rectum are celebrities like the roisterous ramrod Ram with his docile wife Sita, juicy Jesus with mother Mary Tits, the fearsome Arab Allah of the miraculous beard fame and associated endless holy and superstitious shit-omelette bullshit. Fortunately my expectations are zero—I’ve given up—only waiting for death, the final delivery from the dejection that is myself. I can’t wait to be traveling through all the various hells that these organized religions go on about—and I’m sure they’re looking forward to my visiting them and testing the medieval torture equipments inside my derrière that they have stocked up through the ages.
