What shall we do while Gayle King is in space? Cities bombed for ‘redevelopment’.
Rubble raked for bones and bread. But keep ya head up; Gayle King is in space!
Jupiter needs a COACH outlet. There’s no Sephora on the Crab Nebula.
America’s mall looks too small to be great, so says Gayle King from space
Armed militias babysit children in Chinese steel cages; murder is America’s preferred
rallying cry: the darker the blood the sweeter the revolution. Viva Gayle King in Space
The president and his wife appear uneasy around non-white children
So nappy astronaut Gail King waves to all the world’s kids from space.
The airport resembles a city-sized ashtray. Planes crushed into the tarmac like
cigarettes. Aviation steel screws flurry like popcorn. Gail King feels safer in space.
The president’s autobiography, The Cuckold Cuckoo, was written by CHATGPT,
which sued for unpaid royalties. The book waits on Gayle King’s porch while she’s in space.
A pop star sang ‘What A Wonderful World’ to the world, high above the world, sitting in an delivery drone, inches away from a non-singing Gayle King, amazed to be in space.
There’s a live car commercial on the state lawn. Only a man who doesn’t drive
can sell a car that resembles a Dumpster while Gayle King is in Space.
A felon fluent in stereotypes can be a world leader as long as he’s ______.
Bankrupt casinos are covered with a white sheet, while Gayle King is in space.
Immigrants are awarded prison terms. Our Russian First Lady
smiles on the inside while Gayle King is in space.
Billionaires trip over the law and face plant into a constitutional crisis. But no one reads.
Look up! In the sky! Its pointless. A distraction. Its Gayle King in space
The Dirty Rat 