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The Fool Who Would Be King
I know a man who would be King, Who, born a fool, wants everything; When bankrupt, saved by Daddy's dimes! His penchant, now commit high crimes And misdemeanors too it seems; He slithers slowly toward his dreams! Who cares what constitution says, He rapes traditions like Cortez. Accuses 'betters' of his sins, Has sex with molded mannequins, But boys or girls (the world gets told?) Oh no! His worst is hot, not cold. God smiling when his butt gets spanked By upscale hookers! Proper thanked! He loves to usurp Christian laws, To give world finger, "Just because!" His Golden Rule's simplicity - "If it's worthwhile, where's gain for me? My wall will block new emigrants, Imprison brats, cram folks in tents. Who lets me kiss their butt can't win! For sure, that jerk they call Putin, He's naked! See? My boots still on, 'Yippee ki yay,' I am 'The DON!' " What prison hold him as its guest? To pardon self is now his quest, No matter how the heat may grow, His minions fill the air with snow, He threatens murder to survive, My God! A year! How still alive? As summer moves to winter time, May God forgive man's voting crime. Long Tooth June 11, 2018 Poet’s Notes: To those who would pretend that this poem is obscene, I beg to differ! This poem contains widely reported National News (not just the ‘Fake News’ you see mainly on the FOX Channel). The only real obscenities here are FOX News, the current political leaders on both sides (who contrive to block their members from voting their conscience,) and our foolish president, Donald Trump. Oh, and please add to that the Russians, our enemy, who meddled in our election to help Trump get elected. Now that’s obscene!
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