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Commander In Chief On His High Horse Haint Budge'n

Commander In Chief On His High Horse Haint Budge'n

American democracy go'n
to hell at light speed
breaking into a bajillion pieces
tuffet in a handbasket

sans, lame leader
ship (of motley fools) doth reed
like art art of the deal
gone to the straw dogs,

warren like rabbits they breed
hoppy to curry bone
a fide dirty deed
done dirt cheap selling out

land of milk and honey creed
dough, now wracked with
dissent hair re:
puffed, faked, and dyed golden

locks trademark heed
don his "make America
great again" schtick exceed
ding the speed

of orneriness establishing
mean mien,
where uncouth freed
from being caged within

the restraint of politesse,
thus blithely flagrantly,
and nonchalantly
highjacking manners indeed

setting crude behavior
as class act
to emulate, cuz weed
dont got no need

tubby stately, neither true
equality, fairness, generosity,
most likely teed
trump to spout blatant lies,

when first moment
grabbed narcissistic greed
complacency could
find himself anointing

himself dictator lead
ding this country into behavioral sink,
a through back to mead
evil knights of yore.
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