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The Talking **** is babbling He’s not quite capable of reason. He’s busy patting his own back Every day, every month and season. The Talking **** is assuming As usual that we can’t think. But we know for a certainty That a talking **** still stinks. The Talking **** is promising All the miracles he will perform. He’ll take credit from others After all, that’s his norm. He’ll put down the good efforts Of those who came before Who actually did the good work While he worked on his golf score. The Talking **** is not required To make very much good sense. He has his Nazis beside him And a crowd of the politically dense. He says what he knows pleases Those who are not quite bright. He chants the hateful dogma Adopted by fools on The Right.
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
THE TALKING ****
The Talking **** is babbling He’s not quite capable of reason. He’s busy patting his own back Every day, every month and season. The Talking **** is assuming As usual that we can’t think. But we know for a certainty That a talking **** still stinks. The Talking **** is promising All the miracles he will perform. He’ll take credit from others After all, that’s his norm. He’ll put down the good efforts Of those who came before Who actually did the good work While he worked on his golf score. The Talking **** is not required To make very much good sense. He has his Nazis beside him And a crowd of the politically dense. He says what he knows pleases Those who are not quite bright. He chants the hateful dogma Adopted by fools on The Right.
brent-kincaid
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
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