Malaise Is a Feeling Like Trump
Malaise is a Feeling like Trump
Malaise is just feeling; you're feeling it too?
So many seem troubled, don't know what to do.
But knee-jerk reactors can't pass any test,
Their movements (more spasm) refuse to divest,
Of any advantage they think will serve self,
AND DAMMED if they'll listen to Science's Elf.
To "People of LIE," other's lives are a joke,
If you fear tomorrow, they'll buy you this coke,
It's always the other guy's fault don't you see,
Trump's plan for the future is, "Worry 'bout me!"
He makes fun of people who need to work hard,
And spoiled brat (he is) loves to squat in your yard.
If your child was Donald, you think you'd have pride,
Or 'woodshed' this pervert and blister his hide?
His evil's so childlike, "You hear what he's done?"
You might be amused if he were not your son!
But punishment's needed (or exile to Mars)?
Insane kill their parents, for Russian five stars!
Brian Johnston
March 20, 2018
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