45

What is it that drives you?
What’s inside your head?
How’d you fool the masses to become your sheep instead?

I shudder as I watch you,
Tooting your own horn;
They re-invented blowhards on the day that you were born.

I feel for your deficiencies,
They’re obvious to me;
I feel for those caught up in it and simply do not see.

Your rules are ever changing,
And are based upon your whim;
You use them and abuse them,
You’re a master at the spin.

“We’ll build a wall,” you promised, “and make the others pay.”
“We’ll make this country great again!” It’s all you ever say.

You’re a bully and a coward,
You bailed out from the war;
You’re the poorest form of leadership I’ve ever seen before.

Yet people seem to flock to you,
Like flies surrounding shit.
Aren’t you embarrassed simply by the thought of it?

You prey upon the people either on your side or not,
It’s a all about the mighty buck,
You’ve proven that a lot.

You surround yourself with yes men,
If not, you bust their ass;
You “grab em by the pussy,” but somehow we let that pass.

You cheated on your loving wife,
When she had your boy;
Not once but twice you did her wrong,
A moment you’d enjoy.

Then you bought their confidence,
Well, at least you tried;
Your fixer handled everything and now he’s getting fried.

God knows how deep the bullshit goes,
It changes day to day;
But as the dickless Senate votes,
You always get your way.

I’m not a snowflake or far left,
I only want what’s right;
I only want our Congress to put up a little fight.

A fight for true Americans,
Who know their right from wrong;
A fight for justice, liberty and Constitution strong.

A fight for soldiers blown to bits,
Trying to stand tall;
A fight for all humanity,
Not a fucking wall.

Someday I hope this all makes sense,
Someday our kids will see;
That your Presidential run has been a tragedy.

It’s demeaning to our Bill of Rights and made a Bill of Hate,
It brought a risk to liberty,
America is not great.

But I have faith that we’ll come back,
I’m confident we’ll rise;
Above this petty bullshit and the ever present lies.

On that day, you’ll float away,
And if the stars align;
You’ll spend your life, without a wife,
In prison, doing time.

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