Pathological Condition
Just as eating too much cake
will give you a bellyache,
genuine con is always real fake
An artful eye can chiseler tell
if Mona Lisa’s smile ain’t original
Forged truth ring alarm bells,
imitation lip-sync is the trip signal
Ducky got a condition,
it’s pathological
He’s gonna perjury himself,
me be afraid so
Ducky talk pathological,
that’s just how he walk
Ducky quack anti-social,
bad erasing mean chalk
Just as breathing comes brain naturally,
webbed feet emphysema truths
are syrup coughed with lung cancer ease
A discerning nose can so tell
if the cut of the cards have a bottom feel
That underbelly gutter smell,
shuffling the air with a foul flatulent deal
Ducky got a condition,
it’s pathological
He’s gonna incriminate himself,
I sure believe so
Ducky quack pathological,
that’s just how he bifurcated talk
Ducky walk nuke irrational,
acting ugly with a tweety squawk
Ducky gon strut,
ducky gon preen
Ducky gon holla,
ducky gon scream
Ducky tell citizens don’t believe anything,
nothing is what it seem —
so don’t be misled
Ducky quack it’s all fake window dressing,
a media deep state dream
Don’t be zomdead,
only believe what Ducky sez
Ducky got a bad wet beak condition,
it’s leaky pathological
Ducky gon go waterproof demolition,
compulsively chaos so
America got an Alzheimer condition,
it’s comatose pathological
America’s gonna injury herself,
following blindly
wheresoever the Ducky go
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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