I don't like him
I don't trust her
A drunken speaks
In an intoxicating slur,
Oh my forsaken word
Not the North Woods again
He's lost six times already
Is he really ready not win,
We used to have a saying
Way back in the day
Keep pointing at a fool
He'll again have his way,
Don't they realize
Impeachments a joke
I think their brains are fried
From far to much skunk pee smoke,
So they keep robbing Peter
To bribe the traitor Mr Paul
With noses high in the air
So quickly they stumble and fall,
Now as I leisurely sit back
Leaning against my shelf
Don't hand me wornout lines
Keep your opinions to yourself.
JJSweets 16Nov19 19:11 hrs
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