Monday, December 21, 2020

Numb. 1014 The Coup-Coup Crock

I don't want to be PRESINET.
I do it just to be NICE.
Consider the money and heartache it costs me,
I've paid a helluva price.
I've had to actually sit with Mike Pence 
low-IQ, real boring guy 
who does not enjoy boy-to-boy talk
and balks when I mention great tits and thighs.
Then there's McConnell  the son of a bitch 
who acts on his own (buy enlarge) 
and refuses to do what I tell him to,
ignoring THE FACT that I am in charge.
And don't get me started on the crappy judges
somebody made me appoint.
Illegal ingrates who rule against me.
I hafta tell ya, they disappoint.
And Goddamned GOP governors 
supposed to be on my side?
Many among them, even some Southerners,
squawk about letting “the voters decide.
Including the many who voted against me
in early and mail-it-in voting
on “voting” machines rigged by dead Venezuelans.
I know this is true. It's Rudy I'm quoting!
Even Bill Barr (who once was a star),
it turns out denies THE TRUTH
that I was cheated and swindled and robbed.
All because I can proffer no proof.
Proof and facts? I lowered taxes.
Made the economy boom,
saving the jobs of dumb white slobs,
saving the country from Democrat doom.
When China virus tried to expire us
I cancelled flights, I closed the borders,
I drank Clorox. I hydroxychloroquined.
AND I tweeted EXECUTIVE ORDERS.
As you have heard I'm a man of my word.
These assassins and all of their knives,
though they betray me, they can never slay me.
My word is my bond. Ask my bankers. (And wives.)
 

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