Some farmers from MAGA Iowa and Nebraska have been growing pumpkins, with a special mutant pumpkin named “The Trumpkin”.
Now, all you MAGAs can enjoy a big fat hard-faced orange gourd on your front porches, with flicking light in its triangle eyes, smoke blowing from its top, its mouth a hollow rictus of jagged teeth – on fire!
Of course, come the November 1st morning, what happens to all pumpkins? Billy Corgan can tell you. There may be chunks of orange spilling seeds all over back roads, run over by pick-up trucks, the seeds guaranteed to give you the shits if you even think of eating them.
Happy Halloween. Git yurself a “Trumpkin”, but don’t let it grope the Trick-or-Treaters.
