Whether he is tip toeing through the tulips, or frolicking in the bunker wearing his crown, we can be assured that he never forgets to play with his toy soldiers, or the tiny pretend tents housing covid-19 recipients.
Those little headstones secreted among the roses are the casualties in his make believe world. He thinks people are just like them. They can be dug up and reanimated whenever the need arises.
In between playing golf and tanning, he likes to sit at the big desk and pretend to read, but sometimes people interrupt him with bad things, very bad things and then he throws himself on his phone and tweets.
But he, himself, is a good boy. Yes he is!
He carries the big black Bible and holds it up for pictures. Once, when he was very small he sang, Jesus loves me, and it made him smile. Everybody should love him like Jesus. Yes they should.
He likes being a daddy because his children grow up to be very delectable adults. Especially the girls.
It is good to be him.
They're coming to take him away, ho ho. They're coming to take him away, hee hee.
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