Poetics and Ruminations

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Twenty-eight

PART TWENTY-EIGHT

 

NOT BORDERLINE

 

"I'm not the Lord,

But I AM the lorder.

Shut off our border!

That is an order."

 

 

GUTS

 

"My gut tells me more than my 

         brain does --

The reason for this is simple:

My gut is the size of a goiter,

My brain is as big as a pimple."

 

 

PUTIN IN A PENTHOUSE

 

"I offered my friend Vlad a no-

                                    rent house

Worth fifty million bucks on top 

                                             of my 

Hotel in Moscow if he'd let me 

                                               build

It there. That never happened.          

                            I 'm not a louse

Because what didn't happen's 

                                        not a lie,

It's just a Russian castle in the 

                                                 air.

 

"A guy can dream, can't he, and 

                                  not be called

A traitor when nothing     

                happens? When a deal

Falls through? I just like building 

                                              walls,

So why should people be     

                                         appalled

When I make money from it? 

                               Walls are real,

Not castles in the sky. When 

                              Mammon calls

 

"I answer, rush to build a well-

                                meant house

So I can offer Vlad a great 

                                   penthouse."

 

PRONE

 

Common sense has been 

                              Trumped,

Intelligence dumped,

And General Kelly

Is out on his belly.

 

 

KASHOGGI WAS A CUTUP

 

Kashoggi was a cutup,

But there is no smoking saw,

So he lies here with his butt up

Looking beaten up and raw.

 

We know the Saudi Crown 

                                          Prince

Was the cause behind the 

                                          scene,

But there us no smoking saw

Lying where Kashoggi's been.

 

The reporter was a cutup,

Now he's just some lumps of meat

Trump says we have to swallow

Smiling while we chew and eat,

 

Fir we  can't upset the Saudis,

They are much too damned 

                                important --

They buy our finest weapons

And their oil must be imported.

 

Yes, Kashoggi was a cutup,

And the Saudis Trump the law,

So he lies here with his butt up

For there is no smoking saw.

 

 

HAVING A SMOCK

 

Now and then Trump likes to have a smock,

And then he taps his keg, turns on his cock.

 

 

DISGUSTION 

 

We watched Schumer and Nancy Pelosi

Have a disgustion with Bela Lugosi.

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs Part Twenty-Seven

KHASHOGGI

 

"The Sheik of Araby told me

He's not some sort of bogey

And had no hand in the murder of

The journalist Khashoggi.

 

"They did not lure him into their

Embassy in Turkey,

Kill him, cut his body up,

And pile him in a murky

 

"Basement hideaway where he 

Festered in a corner

Until he learned to write nice things

Like little Jackie Horner.

 

"And I believe my oily friend,

He gives me lots of money

Which I respect him for a lot,

And I don't think that's funny! 

 

"But I'll investigate these claims,

And I'll get at the facts

About this weird Khashoggi mess

Like a butcher with an axe."

 

 

FAKE NEWS

 

"I love to yell 'FIRE' in a crowd

And then, when someone sets one,

I blame the bullet that was fired

Or the idiot that gets one."

 

 

FIRED

 

it's okay because I'm tired

Anyway. I've been mired

In his muck, I've been liared

At for months since I was hired

To be his stooge, so now I'm fired.

 

Fine and dandy. Bye-bye, Trumpy!

May your life be short and lumpy.  

 

 

BALLS

 

Baltics, Balkans, I ain't seen 'em!

Not a set of balls between them.

 

 

GRUMPY

 

Donald Trump is feeling grumpy,

For the Democrats have won

Lots of seats that once were 

                                            Trumpy.

Now his works have been undone!

 

Governors have disappeared

All across the USA,

Representatives that he has feared

Have appeared, ruined his day,

 

Not to mention month and year,

So he mopes and pules away,

Wipes away mucus and tear --

What can anybody say

 

To make Trumpkin feel much 

                                           better?

Take away Fake News's passes!

Write that nasty judge a letter

When he shields that bunch if asses!

 

He is just a legal leech 

To defend freedom of speech!

 

 

HIRE AND FIRE

 

Who is Trump about to hire

For his "shitshow in a dumpster 

                                              fire"?

Don't ask me, I'm not a liar.

 

 

NO LOVE AFFAIR

 

Trump wants to help Nancy Pelosi

Keep her leadership of The House?

Watch her button up her blouse!

He cries, "Why don't you?  I love 

                                                    me!"

Nancy shows no jealousy.

 

 

LOYALTY

 

"I will not hear the murder tapes--

They're just a case of sour grapes

Being crushed. My Prince will 

                                                 come

Someday and he will pat my bum

For being purposefully dumb.

He'll thank me for my loyalty

To the Saudi royalty."

 

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs Part Twenty-Six

PART TWENTY-SIX

SUSAN COLLINS

The Mainely Republican senator
Won't let constituents menace her.
She'll put on the Court
A pro-woman sort
Unless he's a Donald Trump creditor.

MANNEQUIN

Maine's Representative Poliquin
Won't be interviewed or dare frolic in
The media 'cuz
They think he's a scuz,
But he's merely a standard Republican.

TESTICULAR TESTIFICATION

Did white men grill Anita Hill,
Then toss her on the DC landfill?
Did they appoint that dumbass Thomas
For his lifetime to the SCROTUS?
Should Christine Ford just jump aboard
The Brahma bull and then get gored?
If I were she I'd simply flee.


TRUMP'S HURRICANE

"This is a tough hurricane,
One of the wettest we've ever seen
From the standpoint of water."
(But not from the swimpoint of an otter.)


I DO NOT LOVE THEE

I do not love thee, Donald Trump,
I see you and I take a dump --
It hurts because it's such a lump!
I do not love  thee, Donald Trump!


THE INJUDICIOUS JUDGE

We saw him blow his top,
We watched in utter awe
As this resentful man
Displayed his fatal flaw:

His failure to believe
He had a flaw at all
From the moment he was born
Till we saw him start to bawl.

Poor ickle-wickle Brett!
How did we dare accuse
This paradigm of law
Of trying to amuse

Himself at a high-school party
By trying to screw a girl
Without her full consent?
Far, far too drunk to hurl

Her on the bed and strip
Her party clothing off,
He let her get away
And never got his boff!

He gave his best defense,
One he would not allow
In his own court of law:
"Not guilty then and now!

"That's all you need to know!"
Now here we sit in awe
Of this unappointable
New Justice Kavanaugh!


JUSTICE

Rah, rah, rah!
Ha, ha, ha!
I am Justice Kavanaugh!
Justice Thomas sits near me,
Justice Ginsberg on his knee --
Who'll be my gal? Wait and see --
Ha, ha, ha, ha! -- Who she'll be!

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part 25

 

NATIONAL ENQUIRY

(To the tune of "Where Has My Little Dog Gone?")

 

Where, oh, where has my dear Pecker gone,

Where, oh where can he be,

With my tale cut short and his friendship quite long,

Where, oh where can he be?

 

Alas! I fear that my Pecker has flipped

And he's telling stories on me!

My ass is dragging and his tongue has slipped --

Alas and alack! Woe is me!

 

Where, oh, where has my old Pecker gone,

Where, oh where can he be?

My tale's is unsaved and his safe was quite strong,

Who knows where my sad tale may be?

 

 

R. I. P. JOHN MC CAIN

August 29, 1936 - August 25, 2018.

 

The senator of many terms

Must now become dessert for worms.

No war devoured his flesh or brain,

But his own cells ate John McCain.

 

 

FAREWELL TO DONALD TRUMP

 

Don't insult me, Donald, when I'm gone!

Buddy, though our friendship was never on,

Why not try doing something right 

Now and then? Try hard, with all your might.

We're parting, you'll go your way, I'll go mine

I have just this to do

Give a little diss and hope it brings

Little luck to you.

I think it's kind of funny

How with all your money

Your friends are far snd few.

 

Don't insult me, Donald, when I'm gone 

Please don't talk about me, Donny, when I'm gone.

Though our friendship ceases, from now on,

If you can't say anything real nice,

Do not talk at all, is my advice.

We're parting, you'll go your way, I'll go mine.

I have just this to do:

Here's a little diss, I hope it dumps

Lots and lots of shit on you,

But makes no difference how I carry on

Please don't talk about me

Please don't talk about me

Please don't talk about me

Please don't talk about me

Please don't talk about me

Please don't talk about me, Donny,

And don't come to my funeral when I'm gone!

 

 

MONKEY BUSINESS

 

"My language may be kinda clunky,"

Says Ron DiSantis, "but you know,

Voting for Gillum would be to monkey

Up my nomination, so

 

"Vote for me for Governor

Of Florida, and don't go ape

Over this Black guy! I'm for Trump, 

So you're sure I'll never rape,

 

"'Cuz I can pay for prostitutes,

As my mentor always does,

Fot I'm a Navy lawyer, pal,

Not some Demo-Commie scuz

 

"Like Andy Gillum -- put him back

In the Tallahassee zoo

Where he belongs with simians,

Not on the streets with me and you."

 

 

DONALD TRUMP HOT

 

Donald Trump hot,

Donald Trump cold,

Donald Trump in a plot

With his gold.

 

Some like him hot,

Some like him cold,

Most like him in his plot

With his gold.

 

 

KAVANAUGH

 

What's Justice Ginsberg made of?

Sugar and spice

And everything nice --

That's what she is made of.

 

What is Judge Kavanaugh made of?

Slugs and snails 

And old lizard tails --

That's what he is made of.

 

 

ANNE OMINOUS

 

"She bravely grows euonymus

And signs her tripe 'Anonymous.'"

 

 

TOME

 

As Santa admonishes each elf,

"You have nothing to fear but 'FEAR' itself."

 

 

LITTLE JEFF SESSIONS

(To the tune of "Little Sir Echo.")

 

Little Jeff Sessions, find out who wrote

That op-ed piece! (What op-ed piece?) THAT op-ed piece!

Little Jeff Sessions, don't be a goat! 

(Won't be a goat) Don't be a goat!

Won't you ever do what I say? (I say!)

YOU say? (YOU say!)

You're a dumb Southern fellow

I know by your voice,

But you never will do as I say! (I say!)

 

Don't you dare to recuse yourself! (Recuse myself?)

Again! (Again?) Again! (Again?)

Or I will put you back on the shelf!

(The shelf?) YOUR shelf)

(MY shelf?) YOUR shelf. 

So you had better do what I say! (I say!)

You're a dumb Southern fellow

I know by your voice,

But you'd better do what I say!

Or else! (Or else?) OR ELSE!

 

From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.

Sent from my iPhone

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Twenty-Four

PART TWENTY-FOUR

 

VISITATION

 

"The boss of Russia's not Rasputin!

I'll visit, not embarrass, Putin,

I do not plan to harass Putin

'cuz he's my pal -- there's no disputin'

I'm as wacko as Rasputin,

And that is just as sure as shootin'!"

 

 

TWIT TWITTERING

 

Donald Trump

Thinks with his rump

And loves to Twitter

With his shitter.

 

 

COILLUSION

 

Donald and Rudy 

Are both being moody --

In the latter's confusion 

He says that "collusion

Is no kind of crime!"

Don says, "About time

We pointed that out!"

But Rudy's a lout,

For Oxford's rendition

Of the true definition

Of "collusion" is "Secret or illegal cooperation or conspiracy in order to deceive others...." 

So Trump is a fool,

And Rudy's his tool.

 

 

TRUTH

 

"The truth is not the truth,"

Says Giudy Ruliani,

"My name is not my name,"

Cries Rudy Giuliani.

 

"My nose is not my nose,"

Says Trump's finest attorney,

"His ass smells like a rose

Supine upon a gurney

 

"As Don's rolled down the hall,"

Asserts the spaghetti lawyer,

"To have my nose removed --

I guess they'll need a sawyer

 

"To saw my wooden nose

Off there right at the crack line

Just below the spot

Where most folks have a spine,

 

"Which Donny claims he's got,

But who can tell what's true?

I don't think it is I (me?) --

It's certainly not you!"

 

 

CONVICTIONS

 

Fake news witch-hunt! No collusion!

I won't tolerate restrictions!

You're just stirring up confusion!

I'm a man of great convictions!

 

Sessions fails me with recusion!

Russians screw up our elections!

I can't even get my shoes on

Before I don my new convictions!

 

Manafort -- merely illusions!

Cohen is inventing fictions!

Stab wounds are more than contusions!

I have multiple convictions!

 

 

TRUMP LOSES PECKER

 

"Oh, no! Not Pecker too!

I may have been too cocky!

Flipping should be illegal!

This bed is feeling rocky!

 

"He used to be my friend!

He spiked that woman's story

By buying it, not to publish,

But own its rights to bury

 

"While I was running hard,

Trying for the erection 

Of a college of Electors

That would swing the big election.

 

Now Pecker's gonna soften,

Confirm that female's tale,

And I'll be hoist on my petard

In substance and detail!"

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Twenty-Three

 

PART TWENTY-THREE

 

CLINTON CONFESSES

 

"I've suffered historically

Incredibly much, don't you see --

It's not about Trump

Or that Monica lump...,

It's all about Me, Me, Me, Me!"

 

 

GOD BLESS THE PRESIDENT

 

God, bless the President, man that I love!

Stand behind me and hide me

From the flight of the kite up above!

 

When she mounts me saying prayers

With Melania in my home,

God bless the President when he starts to foam,

 

God bless me, Donald Trump, man that I love

With Melania in my home,

God bless the President, wherever I may roam,

God bless me, Donald Trump, however I may roam!

 

 

THE SECRET

 

I have a little secret,

Kim knows the secret too,

But we will keep our secret,

And we're not telling you!

 

 

BOTTLE-BABY SESSIONS

 

"The Bible says that 'Thou shalt strip

Children from their parents

If they trespass upon your land

Without the proper warrants.'"

 

So says the nation's moralist-

In-Chief Jeffrey Sessions.

"This must be done so they may learn

Life's most important leshions...

Er, lessons."

 

 

THE WALL

 

I need to get my Border Wall --

That's what I want, and that's why all 

Those brats in Texas are in jail:

The Democrats want me to fail

And won't sign on to keep scum out!

I'll win this one without a doubt.

 

 

CIVILITY

 

"Let's be civil,

You son-of-a-bitch!"

Says our President,

Scratching his itch.

 

 

From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part 22

PART TWENTY-TWO

 

PLAYMATES

 

I don't want to play in your yard,

You're just too darn mean to me.

I may take the fifth amendment,

You'll just haft-a wait and see.

 

There is no collusion, nossir,

No collusion anywhere,

No collusion with the Russians,

No collusion here and there!

 

I don't know a Stormy Pornstar,

Nor a Stormy Weather either,

If my lawyer paid her money

You should ask was he beneath her!

 

Or you might ask Giuliani,

He should know I would suppose--

He knows stuff I never heard of

Spoken in confusing prose.

 

There's a guy that I admire!

He says what? That I paid back

To my lawyer Stormy's payoff?

Fire him that Guinea whack!

 

 

I RAN CONTRA

 

I ran Contra to Obama

Who was born in darkest Chad,

Not Chicago or Hawai'i,

To a mixed-up mom and dad.

 

I ran Contra to the Clintons:

I beat Hillary really bad

Though she got three million more votes

Than I guess I ever had.

 

Now I get to undo all the

Stuff they did that made them glad....

No collusion! Much confusion!

Wind up Mueller! Sad! So sad!

 

 

DONNY TRUMPKIN

 

Donny Trumpkin, soup on his fly, 

Kissed the porn star and made her sigh.

She said when she had cashed her check,

"I'll talk about it...what the heck."

 

 

INNOCENCE  

 

Does Donald know the meaning of innocence?

In no sense.

 

 

APOLOGY

 

"The dizzy Disney CEO

Did not apologize to me

For all the nasty stuff they said

About me on their ABC,"

 

Said Donald when his fan Roseanne

Dropped racist turds upon an aide

Who worked for our last President,

But for the nasty cracks he made

 

About the Bureau and everyone

In DC that he could despise,

Did Donald Trump take back a tweet

Or look like he'd apologize

 

To an American or Haitian 

Or anyone from a shithouse nation?

 

 

TRUMPARDONS

 

Are you a crooked pal of mine?

I'll pardon you, dear Valentine.

 

 

PARDON ME

 

"I have the right to pardon me

(Though I cannot say 'Pardon me,'

Even when I sneeze or fart --

It's simply not a part of me)."

 

 

From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Twenty-One, by Claudette McFang

 

PART TWENTY-ONE

 

FIRE, FIRE

 

"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!"

 

 

BOLTON

 

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.

Chorus:

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.

 

 

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

 

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.

 

 

THE GANG

 

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.

 

 

DONALD'S INSULTS

 

"That comic thinks insults are fine.

But the only good insults are mine!"

 

 

AGENT ORANGE

 

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.

 

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Eighteen

PART EIGHTEEN

 

SHUT UP!

January 20, 2018

 

Washington is shutting down,

Shutting down, shutting down,

Washington is shutting down,

My fair lady!

 

Donald Trump just won’t shut up,

Won’t shut up, won’t shut up,

Donald Trump just won’t shut up,

My fair lady!

 

Mitch McConnell can’t shut up

Can’t shut up, can’t shut up,

Mitch McConnell can’t shut up,

My fine fellow!

 

Paulie Ryan should shut up,

Should shut up, should shut up,

Paulie Ryan should shut up,

What a maroon!

 

Midnight and the government 

Is shut down, is shut down,

Midnight and the government 

Is no longer!

 

Paul and Mitch and Donald Trump

Shut it down, shut it down,

Paul and Mitch and Donald Trump

Finally shut up.

 

 

FAKE NEWS

 

"Nothing could be duller

Than to fire Robert Mueller

Way last su-u-um-mer.

I swear before my Maker,

Mister, nothing could be faker,

Or any dum-um-umber

Than these fake news stories

Slipped beneath my door,

Printed in the news rags

I want to see no more!

 

Fake investigations

As I deal with famous nations

Far from ho-o-o-ome!

Here among the Swiss

Why, there is nothing hit or miss

As I ro-o-o-oam.

If I had a cruller

I would swallow Robert Mueller

And I'd call it a day,

I'd chew him up and spit him out 

And then I would say, 

'Nothing would be duller

Than to fire Robert Mueller

In the su-u-um-mer.

I swear before my Maker, mister,

Nothing could be faker...,

Than to wait till sum-mer!'"

 

TRUMPED UP

 

“Andy McCabe is a dirty rat

Because his wife is a Democrat

And when I asked him how he voted 

He said my question was duly noted,

But he refused to say that he 

Had stood in the booth and chosen me

Which brought my blood up to a boil

Because I knew he wasn’t loyal.

Now he’s quit as deputy director

Of the Bureau — he’s a defector,

For he’s ‘retiring’ and people claim

I harassed his ass and I’m to blame

Because I traded tooth for tooth —

Nothing is farther from the truth!”

 

 

TRUMPTEAM

 

Things are seldom what they seem—

Tell me, are you on my team

Or are you a turncoat swine?

Tell me, Mr. Rosenstein.

 

Frequently,

That may be.

 

Justice is served publicly —

Will you serve it or serve me?

Will you act on my say-so,

Shifting as my winds may blow?

 

Yes, you’re right —

You are a kite.

 

I don’t trust you for a second!

You won’t do as you are beckoned,

You’re a lawyer with degrees ,

You’ll serve the law, Not my decrees!

 

That IS my job,

Yessiree bob.

 

Well, then you’re gone, so get thee hence!

Move your split ass off of that fence!

I need someone who’s on my side,

Not who will weigh and then decide.

 

Bye-bye, then, chief.

Don’t come to grief.

 

 

RINGS SURROUND PELOSI

 

Rings surround Pelosi,

And they give Trump a posy:

Ashes! Ashes!

Republicans fall down!

 

 

OLD CLEAN COAL

 

Old clean coal is a dirty

Old soul,

And a dirty old soul is he,

He calls for a pipe, for a dirty black smoke

Is all that he wants to be.

 

From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.

 

 

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Seventeen

 

 

THE GREATEST

 

I lead the world’s most greatest nation,

And I have signed more legislation

Than any President before me

Because not signing bills would bore me,

That’s why my friends are all dumb clucks

And dorks, and I own herds of ducks —

I sign the bills of any birds

That Congress brings me from my herds.

 

 

WORRY WART

 

My list of worries never fades:

I fret about the chambermaids

In my hotels in the Everglades --

All Haitian immigrants have AIDS.

 

ISIS-fostered domestic raids

Worry me, the guy who wades

The Rio Grande and invades --

All Haitian immigrants have AIDS.

 

Those citizens sporting darker shades

Of skin, one who invades 

From Elsewhere, can’t get passing grades --

All Haitian immigrants have AIDS.

 

The foreign trader who wants fair trades,

Disloyal Oval Office aides --

I wish they all would go to Hades

Like Haitian immigrants with AIDS.

 

 

DIALOG

 

"Trump the chump, Trump the chump --

He has committed treason."

 

"Manafort, Manafort

Has lost his job and reason!"

 

"Trump has met with Russian spies!

We should lance his boil!"

 

"Manafort's the pig that flies --

Man, is he disloyal!"

 

"Chain Trump up, lock him down,

Throw away the key!"

 

"Manafort's an evil clown,

He doesn't worry me."

 

 

TRUMPET CALL

 

I had a situation where I didn’t learn English,

But I had a remuneration where I was very smart,

So I became a genius as soon as I was born,

And then I taught my self how to fart.

 

There was a class that I had to read a page,

So that was way beneath my present situation,

That was, you know, why I have Sessions

To tend to my legal fluctuation.

 

I’m not being an object of investigation

By anyone it’s just getting in the way 

Of letting me do whatever I want 

For the American people

Who elected me by many millions no matter what they say.

 

 

STABLE GENIUS 

 

I’m a very stable genius, 

Yes a very stable genius, 

A stable genius-type is what I am,

I’m a winner, not a loser,

Not an also-ran or loser,

I’m a curser and accuser — I’m The Man!

I’m a pussy-grabbing winner From my breakfast to my dinner,

I’m a Christian, not a sinner, yes I am!

I’m a very stable genius 

When it comes to hamburg menus,

I can down a burger any time at all,

In my bedroom, in the bathroom, 

all I need’s a bit of headroom, I can even eat a burger in the hall!

I’m a very stable genius 

When it comes to hamburg menus,

I’m a winner not a loser, that’s for sure!

I’m a pussy-grabbing Christian

And I’m on my biggest mission

To remain so from now on forevermore!

 

 

SHITHOLE NATIONS

 

Close the ports and airfields!

Close those border stations

And build that frigging wall!

We don’t want dusky maidens

And big black bruiser buggers

From all those shithole nations

Clogging up our sewers —

Send us some Norwegians,

Some Danes and Swedish blondes—

Send them here in legions,

We’ll accept them all!

But we don’t need no Cajuns

No half-breeds short or tall,

Eating up our rations,

No slime from shithole nations!

 

 

COLLUSION

 

There is no collusion,

There is no collusion,

There’s lots of confusion,

But there’s no collusion

With anyone Roossion —

That’s just an illusion.

There was no collusion,

Excuse my intrusion,

But there’s no collusion,

I’ll drink an infusion

If there was collusion —

Jump to no conclusion!

There was no collusion,

That’s just an illusion,

Fake news, a delusion!

There was no collusion,

There is no collusion.