As sure as scientists ask why
and winged creatures fly
Politicians will lie ~
and soldiers will die
For Christmas, what I wish to see
Is you naked under my tree
You can bet the farm
That I'll keep you warm
And as happy as you can be!
Looking into space, my mind can't conceive
How we could possibly be alone, that would be naive
Odds are stacked against it
Would even bet the farm on it
C'mon people, I'm sure your senses have taken leave
Chimps make me smile coz they resemble Uncle George
It's probably only a coincidence but I've long suspected his heritage
So I wouldn't bet the farm on it
But he does enjoy roaming the forests
Climbing trees in search of any confirmation of his parentage
When entering negotiations with a criminal mastermind
Who just happens to be a dictator, cruel and unkind
of a country with a long record of opposing freedom
and crushing opponents to death by choosing to bleed 'em
It behooves one to be ready, prepared to the hilt
To counter the fabrications of truth that are built
into the warp and the woof of his opponent's distortions
by which he evades capture through myriad contortions
Would you venture a guess that I'm talking 'bout Putin
Against whom the whole civilized world is rootin'
for seizing Georgia, Crimea and parts of Ukraine
(along with a nice chunk of three U.S. Presidents' brains)
I'll bet the farm and the farmhouse that Mr. Trump sees no peril
~ That in Helsinki, Putin left him cuckolded and sterile
Sixty seconds, one minute is all it would take
for others to fulfill a small request that I made.
"I would do anything for you Bill, I would even die."
Well that turned out to be a pack of lies.
I needed a simple favor, so I gave everyone a holler,
but the majority I reached didn't even bother,
so today I hit the streets asking strangers for this same favor
and I'll bet the farm the response received will be so much greater.
Thank you everybody,
you've restored my faith in humanity,
and just so we're clear, I'm saying that sarcastically.
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I harbor no resentment in fact the opposite is true
For what is really meant is that I care about you
Polar opposites are we in being so very far apart
I just want you to see what is truly in my heart
I mean no harm in any of these words I speak
For you could bet the farm that we are all so weak
I know not your way or have I walked in your shoes
That is why I always pray for the life that you choose
There is no need to chide or even to holler back
I'm not on any side as I'm squarely on the track
But I respect your view and understand your point
In giving God His due surely it is you He will anoint
Please, sit back down in the chair, I won't cross that line
Saying before it's for you that I care is just one truth of mine
And that will not ever change in each day that I start
As I pray He will rearrange and He will begin with your heart
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