Tell It Like It Is
You can call the man senile;
I call him a liar.
I don’t really care;
his pants are on fire.
Not sure who he’s kidding;
there’s always a chump.
But five dollar gas -
that’s on Biden, not Trump.
Lying repeatedly
does not make it true.
The death of democracy?
Na, just a little less blue.
It’s time that we shut
the gravy train down,
stop all the nonsense,
and get rid of the clowns.
I’m pretty hopeful
as approval rates fizz.
On the 8th of November,
gonna tell it like it is.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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