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Get serious, this is not really a game. It's our lives 

Shame on Us By Franklin Price 9/30/2017 Shame on us for losing sight Of what is wrong and what is right Of who does what, no matter why To get the one who makes us sigh That's not the way it should be done To watch what's happening's not fun The spotlight's now on Mr. Trump To send him to the swampy dump The Establishment is worse than he Don't give a damn for you and me Showing themselves for who they are When one of them is not the star I'm tired of of watching, what they say They're out to get him any way The people aren't of much import This president, is now their sport The people brought him to this game He's president, at least in name He's there to execute the rules Provided by the other fools The rules are vague, at very best They do not pass the litmus test He isn't us, does not belong So everything he does is wrong He's often foolish, when he speaks Of lying press and current leaks Of striking back when others hit I'm tired of all this foolish **** We should, at least, spread out the blame Level the field to play the game Make rules the same for either side Kick all those out who don't abide So get to work, this country bleeds Play the game to solve our needs Play nice, together, left or right Win for us all, and make things right

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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