Out Door and Not Around Anymore
Had kicked Trump of out the door;
We will not see around anymore;
With him could not make a truce;
Was always making an excuse.
His head was pointed like a pin;
Will lie and sin again and again;
Should see him in golden shower;
Was result of his poor will power.
More and more pardons did grant;
Like a dog he had loved to pant;
Found him with a female flipper,
While pulling down her zipper.
Knew he would be a lost cause;
Had puckered lips with small paws;
No matter what with are confiding;
He has been on way to Mira Lago.
While driving in a his wild Winebago.
Jim Horn
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