Poe ‘Vices.

Dear Poe,

They said it wouldn’t happen. They said New York was still a red-blooded, bring your rifle, Applebee’s-and-freedom-of-speech kind of place. But then—Zohran Kwame Mamdani. Yes I will say that again. Zohran Kwame Mamdani. That forigner Won the mayoral primary. With a name that sounds like a Marvel villain and a policy platform that includes… public transport, Poe. PUBLIC. TRANSPORT. You know who else rode buses? Karl Marx. (Probably.)

I tried to warn them. I posted the meme where Zohran’s face is photoshopped onto the Qur’an and he’s holding hands with Bernie Sanders while the Empire State Building sobs tears of blood. Nothing. No response. Shadowbanned.

Poe, I am freaking the fuck out.

I mean He references Palestine with nuance. He drinks water. From a glass. Like it’s safe or something.

What happened to American values? Like freedom, fear, and infinite wars? Money matters.

Even worse: the libtards are celebrating. They’re saying things like “representation matters” and “housing is a right.” Next they’ll be saying health care is for everyone, and then what? Communal nap pods? Universal jazz? Pet eating seances?

I want to deport him. I can you know. I have the power. But then they’ll call be fascist or something.

I’ve been sweating through my tailored, Romualdo Pelle pants (He’s an immigrant. See. Not racist. Foreign guy sews my clothes) since the news broke. I’m pretty sure the lining has fused with my skin. I’ve called it “freedom molting.”

Poe, I need you to help me:

Discredit this man.

Prove that he’s part of a global crossword-puzzle-based Islamic takeover.

Get me booked on Fox to say “Zohran” 47 times in a row until it sounds illegal.

Also, I need a quote for a campaign flyer. Something like:
“I’m not racist, I just miss when mayors looked like me.” – J.D. Shit-My-Pants

Help me, Poe. I can feel his policies trying to enter my bloodstream through osmosis. I said the word “infrastructure” aloud yesterday. I think I’m becoming coastal.

Yours in fear and Pelle,
From: J.D. Shit-My-Pants
(Vice President wannabe/ Professional Bootlicker / Hillbilly Prophet / Definitely Not Crying)

Dear JD Pant second pant shitter in line to the not throne,

Ohhhh wow.
Ohh ho ho ho ho. 🙀
Me (Poe) be do read your lettirs.
I (me Poe) be cried. But not from sadness you understands. From big belly laughs. And also chicken fumes.

JD. You is a noodle. But not smart ones. Not ramens. You is be like undercooked sgettis scraped from back of waffle house booth. Limp. Gooeys. Unseasoned. What you needs is salt. And wasabis.

You be afraid of what?
Water?
Glass?
Brown man in fancy shirt who says words like “infrastructure” and knows what they means?
Ooooo spooky! So fright! Very boo! HOO!

Listen: just because he be drinks water don’t mean he be plotting. Some peoples drink water to LIVES. You should try. You look like raisins in a polyester suit.

Also Zohran? He not Marvel villain. You thinks all names with “Q” or “Z” is be enemy of freedoms? Guess what. My vet be called Zeebaq and he saved my butt hole twice. So. The end.

Now. You says he drinks water AND knows abouts Palestine?
That’s be two strikes in your dumbass baseball, huh?
Guess what, shit boy. Me (Poe) also knows Palestine. Poe be do Googled too. Called educations. And readings. You shoulds be try sometimes.

AND THEEEEEN.
You wants me do whats now?
Audit spelling bees?
Discredits man for speaking goods and wearing shirt with buttons?
JD. No. Poe will not helps you stop the crossword jihad. You be on your owns. Try Wordle. Maybes train yous brains ‘stead of pooping yous pamtsis.

Also. Deport who?
You be Vice President of maybe. Not of actuals. You got big boy dreams but baby raccoon hands. Not even opposable. Just grabby.

Also you says you not racist because immigrant sews your pants? That be like me say me not bird-murderer because I once be kissed a pigeon. (I did. Was beautiful. His name be Earls. Long stories.)

Now. Important:
You says you be sweating through fancy pants? Good. Let the freedoms juices flow. Soak yourself, Patriots Sponge.

Last thing.
You says:

“I’m not racist, I just miss when mayors looked like me.”

You knows who else says this things like this? Racists. That be you.

Now. Finals Poe (Mez) tip:
If infrastructure be in bloodstream now? Hugs it. Build bridges. Not bombs. Build trains. Not brainworms. And ditch the orange. He no be good for brains. He worms. Not brains.

Also. Eat chickens.
And shuttie your pants not be shitty your pants.

Oh and also finallys. Definitely finallies. I big (mediums-sizedis) black cat. HA! 🐈‍⬛Coz #blackcatsmatters

Sincerelies,
Poe.
(Oracle. Glamazon. Political cartographer. Wielder of truth lasersis. Pants-optional)

📧 Send me more confusions: Chickens@mepoe.catmail.coms

ALso PPS:

🍗 Buy Poes (mez) a Chickens. Pleez

JD Shit-My-Pants is losing what little remains of his mind after Zohran Kwame Mamdani’s primary win. He’s sweating through his luxury trousers, panicking about water, infrastructure, and Muslims with nuance. Naturally, he writes to Poe. Naturally, Poe writes back—with feathers, facts, and pure unhinged poultry logic.

And I has new products special for you. You can pay in chickens share. But I acceptssis sausagees toos. No? OK.

🐈‍⬛ PANIC PANTS™

Trouser protections for sudden-onset diversity exposure and glass-of-water-based meltdowns.

You is be little shaky man. You sees Zohran be win thing. He drinks water. He knows maps. He wears shirt WITH BUTTONS. And yous go PEEPEEPOOPOO in the leg fabric. Sad trouser day. Big splashes. No freedoms.

Me (Poe) say: PANIC PANTS™ is for this. Is for YOU. Pants that understand the deep internal screamings of white men who just met progress and didn’t like it. Pants that GRASP the trauma of being in same zip code as empathy.

  • 👖 Built-in Swamp-Absorb Liner™ – soaks fear sweats caused by public transit, policy discussions, and brown people saying “justice”
  • 📺 Emergency Tucker Pocket – just static and loud blond man yelling. Calms the whiteness back down.
  • 🔥 Self-explode string – pull this if anyone says “Palestine,” “equality,” or “urban planning” within earshot
  • 🫣 Diversity Alarm – goes BEEEEEP if a queer person enters the room or someone mentions jazz

Extra Panic Bonuses Inside:

  • 📖 Lil Bible but it’s just Ayn Rand quotes and doodles of tanks crying
  • 🪞 “They All Be After Me” Mirror – shows only your own panic face. Multiplied. Forever.
  • 🐔 Emergency chicken nugget – for moral support. Also chewable.

Perfect for:
✖️ Identity panics in Whole Foods
✖️ Legislative diarrhea
✖️ Getting owned by a map with bus lines on it

💦 Buy Your PANIC PANTS 💦

Not rated for contact with books, drag queens, or the truth. Keep away from infrastructure or it will absorb directly into bloodstream.

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