I was only nine years old

I loved Senator Bernie Sanders (D) so much, I owned all the campaign posters and surfed /r/sandersforpresident daily

I pray to Bernie every night, thanking him for the dank bud I have been given

“Bernie is love”, I say, “Bernie is life”

My dad hears me and calls me a commie

He is obviously jealous of my devotion to Bernard

I called him a cunt-servitive

He slaps me and sends me to my room

I am crying now, because Donald Trump is on the television

I go into my bed and it is very cold

I feel a warmth moving towards me

I feel something touch me

It’s Bernie Sanders!

I am so happy

He whispers into my ear, “This is my Country”

He grabs me with his powerful Jew hands and puts me on my hands and knees

I’m ready

I spread my ass cheeks for Mr. Sanders

He penetrates my butthole

It hurts so much, but I do it for Bernie.

I can feel my anus tearing as my eyes start to water

I push against his force. I truly feel the Bern now.

I want to please the Senator

He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his Eco friendly seed.

My dad walks in

Bernie looks him deep in the eyes and says, “In my view, a corporation is not a person. A corporation does not have First Amendment rights to spend as much money as it wants, without disclosure, on a political campaign. Corporations should not be able to go into their treasuries and spend millions and millions of dollars on a campaign in order to buy elections.”

Bernie leaves through my window