"Fire, fire! I am a liar!
I am just kidding! My fly is dryer
Now that I've pissed on those I could hire,
Browbeat, batter, drag through the mire
And, as on teevee, fire! Fire!"
Is revolting --
I feel like bolting.
TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP
In my pup-tent here I lie
Thinking, Donald dear, of you,
And your White and slave-built House so far away,
But these tears that fill my eyes
Are attracting lots of flies
Though I try to teach my comrades to be gay.
TRUMP, TRUMP, TRUMP, the boys are marching,
Worry, Wetbacks, here we come,
And beneath our Starry Flag
We shall breathe the air again
In the genocidal land that we call home.
Didn't Georgie Boy say that?
He had a sign when he arrived
board the ship in uniform
To remind us how he had contrived
To avoid war service in the reserves
To achieve the glory he deserves.
At least The Donald didn't wear
The uniform of the private school
That he attended before his hair
Turned orange so that he'd look cool
In the fruit trees of the Caribbean --
He just repeated what he had seen,
So now he too can be a hero
Since he, like Bush, has accomplished zero.
Trump has a thumb up his rump;
Cohen is gnawing on a bone;
Insanity, thy name is Hannity;
Comey, your mouth is foamy, but
Stormy Daniels takes on spaniels.
"That comic thinks insults are fine.
But the only good insults are mine!"
Donald Trump takes Agent Orange
To promote the growth of hair,
But he wants his pride to show,
So he shaves his nubbies bare.
SAD. VERY SAD
Trump now works with Giuliani.
Sad Rudy couldn't work with Ronny.