Pay-Back Time - In Trump's Own Words
Off with their heads
They wanted me dead
Or buried alive
And for this they did strive,
The conniving baboons
A bunch of buffoons.
But vengeance is sweet
And to this I did tweet,
I’m out for their blood
I’ll drag them through mud,
They’ll wish they weren’t born
With my insults and scorn.
How dare they act so
They’re vileness so low,
To spy and besmirch
After all my great work,
I’ll give each no quarter
Aside bread and water.
The country now knows
These heartless vile crows,
Who squawked all along
Their monotone song,
But now watch them squeal
While lashed to my wheel.
As to their fool friends
They’ll need make amends
And do so real fast
Since my patience won’t last,
I know who they are
They won’t stray that far.
A lesson well taught
Perpetrators now caught,
You mess with the Don
And soon you’ll be gone,
It’s always the same
I’m so great at this game.
Copyright © Dr. Robert Ippaso | Year Posted 2019
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