All Hail the National Creep
Hey Donald what,s next! The President's library card?
You big blowhard!
Reminds me of the little boy who shouted in everyone's ear, anyone who could hear, that the town's sheep were being preyed upon by a beast,
The boy who cried wolf, found none to listen to his story.
I'm sure if we could put together a national jury,
since we cannot put you to the rack.
We'll take you to the national forest and let you tell your stories to the local wolfpack.
Instead of a little boy telling white lies about the dangers for his sheep,
We get the spoiled musings of a thrill seeking millionaire who just comes off as a National Creep.
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