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Fetched From Afar

Fetched From Afar Found out Trump was fetched from afar And you should see each battle scar Was when we knew we were a goner Him as President in position of honor. To my head had wanted to take a gun When I saw him flying on Air Force One With small hands he had and webbed feet He was made to always sit on a toilet seat. Trump from his brain tried to take a load Ended up flushing it down the commode When they find out he was a womanizer Tried to remove desire with a sterilizer. After we finished hearing the flushing sound Air Force One finally landed on the ground When it did many of us were one of those Hoping each bit of him did badly decompose. Jim Horn Oh, come on and laugh a little. It will do you a lot of good.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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