You'Re Fired
Let’s all fill our bowls and sit for a spell.
It’s time for a little game of political show and tell.
Whether you rooted for Donald, Bugs Bunny or even Joe.
The American people have voted, and it’s time for Trump to go.
Don’t feel bad for Donald Trump’s strife.
He’s got billions of dollars and a beautiful young wife.
He still has his towers and he will be just fine.
I hope he enjoys his break with a nice bottle of wine.
Don’t take it personal, it’s just business after all.
It’s been an interesting four years and he built part of a wall.
Our economy is now dying and waste has been laid to our health.
The theatrics were entertaining, but now it’s time to tax your wealth.
Our Presidents are elected, they are not rulers with absolute power.
They will always answer to the voter in their finest hour.
We the people are in control, by us you have been hired.
We are also your boss; Donald Trump, you’re fired.
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