Unbleeped
The New York Times won’t print the word;
It’s bleeped on every station.
Yet somehow, now, the “leader”
Of this once-respected nation
Can read and post a message
There for everyone to catch,
With a F**K YOU and a B***ARD
Written out in ALL CAPS, natch.
What a shining fine example
For our kids and grands to follow!
Correcting their obscenities
Will come across as hollow.
Yet this is what we’re stuck with,
Every awful trait unfurled.
It’s no wonder we are mocked
In every corner of the world.
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