The Immortal Poetry of Robert Francis O’Rourke

Some say his record is devoid of accomplishments, but in addition to advocating tearing down border defenses and attempting to flee the scene after colliding with a truck while driving drunk, presidential candidate Robert Francis O’Rourke aka Beto has also written poetry. From a piece from his youth entitled “The Song of the Cow,” via Daily Caller:

I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.

Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.

Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.

Beto must be pleased with the treatment he has received from the liberal media establishment, which for reasons incomprehensible to countermoonbats finds him immensely appealing. “Journalists” are only too happy to provide the butt-shine, buffing, waxing, and scrubbing he desires.

Further down in the poem, he calls upon the cow to “thrust your hooves up my analytic passage.”

Less hilariously, he also wrote murder fantasies that involved killing children. An excerpt via Reuters:

“One day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles…. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams.

“As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head.”

Looks like there could be more to Beto than we thought. No doubt moonbats will celebrate his edginess.

Commentary on the poet from Tucker Carlson and Mark Steyn:

On tips from RACIST DEMOKKKRAT IS STILL GOV, Varla, and 1-Bodhisattva.

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