Ignoble poem dedicated to those who have
HAND IN THE SAD FATE OF OUR COUNTRY
Silvio Berlusconi, the Supreme
:
"Satyr narcoleptic
abusive monopoly opulence
cosmogonic
everlasting perjury."
Gianfranco Fini, the Force of Gratitude "fearful courage, consistency
changing, struggling
inane
yoke from invincible,
incessant wanderings
between dignity and power"
Minzolini:
Sepia ipotricotica
sea of \u200b\u200bputrid slime trail
lumacheggiante
memento of a perennial lick
Renato Brunetta,
Minister of manners:
"Quasimodo irascible stepmother
offspring of Nature in Your
unarmed pugnante
cosmic revenge.
Maurizio Gasparri,
horrible visually: eyelid
hypertrophic
neuron asphyxiated
uncritical
bearer of everlasting servility
Ignazio La Russa, the god of War
Lucifer In your eyes flicker
Saving Silverman,
boorish laughter in your mouth, coarse,
in your ways of male rudeness soaked, and I'll always see
,
Fascist of the mold base.
Victor Felts,
Arbiter elegantiarum
Ah, Victor, you are
strangle the knot of your tie
puffs,
because the wreck of the award, you are even more vile
ciabatta!
Mara Carfagna,
Venus possessed.
beautiful nymphs,
of scantily clad,
dewy meat, donated
Augustus,
words stunted,
from your mouth with gold.
Angelino Al-Fano: misunderstood querulous
invalidity blanket
traded the eye while hanging
but every hour to move beyond the toll
vil falls on your loins:
you become humble
page because you do not thrombus Silvio!
Sandro Bondi,
Guest infidel:
"shameless drooling
blink of liars
trembling unclean shellfish
translucent pallor of your slimy roam ..."
Daniele Capezzone
(she is mobile)
"Impavido mentor
surmount submission
reddish
dead leaf that goes with the passing of wind"
In passing Francesco Rutelli,
useless frills
Mutable curl,
perdenza of your pompous,
leave us along roads
white flowers.
Beltà lets you down,
no regrets, so while we
,
polychromatic amorphous.
the birth
Raffaele Lease, the snip
Infante.
Aim powerful
the big baby wailed, rocked by the late
paternal pride dyke.
Pargoletto,
not shake your mop,
not we already see the lips to pout,
Silvio loves you, even if you fired.
Alessandra Mussolini:
Inurbana progeny
Lineage unmentionable
on your behalf is desirable
invasion of tapeworms!
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A Quagliariello, (radical sorry) The Radical Party milistasti
and priests to eat you spacciasti.
Suddenly the shock in that of San Martino and deft
accodasti you to the party of the step.
to that of a servant courteous s'attaglia your face, after the infamous jump
of quail.
Nesta Luke & John Caruso
swore the Santanchè (santa ", but de that?)
the day that he denied. Finally
happens?
(and the news is greedy)
She already vil ... Barzotto
invades a home office. Oh
Fenice reborn!
The charge is very dense! Let everyone
clown thinks: "At last it to him ... 'will be given" (by Maria Chiara Aniballi)
Nicolo' Ghedini, pregnant belly of such failure
Gia 'shouting,' but it's there "to silence a
Peter
irritated when you see 'on the back.
Gavetta by the fascist
you ingraziasti piduista,
code to hand them the great Sultan,
"primus super pares the spacciasti,
playing Sheehan immolasti
you to save the Alfano Bill
before the Court turned backside.
"But it's there," but goes beyond "
unfortunately you're still here,
story of a mother for such failure,
your belly is in great turmoil:
lose in the courts and parliament in khaki. Nano Sol
the great judge you a great portent. Luke & John Caruso
Nesta
Lamentation on the urn (electoral) Massimo D'Alema
Gallipoli Oh! Gallipoli!
Earth unjust
who count the votes you gave him,
whisker arrogant,
macchinator of every hour.
not potevan your thanks giving birth to a leader
worthy of the name? Massimo
prepares today to weave the mess,
with everlasting friend, companion
bicameral, provident
that bestows
and remains immune to change. (Mariangela Montinaro)
Paolo Bonaiuti, faithful servant:
Languido
Arlecchino Servant of a single master to whom every morning
incline the reverse side, prone
He
go to the bedside of your days ago
in times that are dark:
scene reaching the clubs! (Maria Chiara Aniballi)
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