Skullduggery

It's a shame the sort of skullduggery a woman will get up to when a man forgets to leave his boots across the back of her neck. Why, she might start thinking the fruit that grows around her own bones belongs to her, or some hysterical shit like that.

Leaders, lofty men of business and government, with your raw dicks and your melted eyes from hours spent watching women your grand-daughter's age on a screen, women with bodies but whose souls are cagily kept off-camera, beware of skullduggery when your wives show up and expect you to know who the fuck they are and to want them, even with all those clothes and no option to scroll ahead when they start yapping. 

Stuff their flighty stupid mouths with parchment dicks, laws borrowed from syphilitic lunatics who ruled back in better days. Stop skullduggery wherever you find it, beat it out of them with bibles, do it for America. Strut and make your fuckstick a factory, breathe deep the smoke and sparks of your industry, and be proud, gentlemen, of preserving what is right and good and lawful under God, eh-men. 
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for "irony", HERE.