Bleep Trump
Shut the bleep up!
Stop pouring your poison in my cup.
Don’t corner me with your bleep.
You’re an bleephole and you know it
and stop talking and just listen
cause your bleep I’m not kissin.
Put up or shut up.
Your mouth is in a rut.
Your tiny brain is full of piss.
Your bullbleep I don’t miss.
I’m tired of your lies
and your stink attracts flies.
Don’t touch me here or there.
You give me the creeps I can’t bare
and stay out of my pocket
or your face, I’ll sock it.
So, don’t pour your poison in my cup
and just shut the bleep up!
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 5/23/2019
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2019
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