many sins Trump did tout
from temple first thrown out
ugly words would shout
we knew from the start
Trump was never very smart
he would break our heart
on Trump saw blemish
back of truck put Biden image
with play and scrimmage
of Trump we were prey
reading Bible when we pray
for sins he must pay
detected Trump vice
he never was very nice
women would entice
whipped and liked to lash
windows supporters would smash
threw trump in the trash
Trump had been a twit
we knew he was a nitwit
when having a fit
when Trump played a toon
sounded like a big baboon
should leave office soon
we told trump ten four
not want around anymore
had thrown out the door
He says he won't leave office
Even if he loses, we must be cautious
Bodily if necessary
Big Macs, orange hair
Plus a spelling book for novices
A little man child
Is our great and glorious dear leader
Filled with hatred and jealousy
Fear of failure haunts his every step
The little man child
Covers up his failures
With bluster, bravado
And constant attack
The little man child
Always attacking his enemies
Plotting revenge all the time
Consumed with slights and insults
The little man child
Lost millions of dollars
The little man child
Lost the popular vote
The little man child
Has lost the respect of the world
And 60 percent of Americans
Want to see him gone
The little man child
Has infected the body politic
With his insidious poison
A slowly growing cancer
The little man child
Will end up destroying
The country
Before he is through
The little man child
Can’t leave office
For fear of going to prison
So we are stuck with him
The little man child
Will never leave us
Until he is resting
In peace
Election day will be here soon, ready for insanity?
Who will be the next President of the USA this year?
All candidates are tough, do you like Romney?
Will Obama win, or leave office in disarray and fear?
Our commander in chief
will soon leave office what a relief
for he has occasion and a reason
to engulf a gulf into war
from the Persian gulf to Capsian sea
our leader to his guilt will cop a plea
for the crime he has committed
and the perfect punishment should be fitted
for all the flack
he should pick up trash in Iraq
for all his lies
from a horse's butt he should swat flies
for his cabinet in question
he should not have access to the button
for the threat of nukes in the sky
he should eat humble pie
for the hour is at hand
where as a country we should tae a stand
and put in command
someone we demand
no more recounts
and questionable elections
for these transactions are but reflections
our time in now
bring home or sons and daughter and leave not one P.O.W
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