The President Lies 1-20-15
The President Lies
A poor person cries
In his hair he has white
As his lies fill the night.
Don't tell me no lies
'Cause I hear the cries
Of the needy, the poor,
The disabled and sure.
Who are you to say
To a bill yes or nay?
Who do you think you are
You who come from afar?
You lied from the start
You were like a fart
Sounds great at first
Smells like crap in the end.
You may sound good
You may look great
But I'm not falling
For your pile of poo.
I scrape people like you
Off the bottom of my shoe.
So good night to you
Good night to your poo.
Copyright © Minister Jenna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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