Humpty Trumpty
sat on his wall
bleating and blathering,
condemning us all.
"I know the way,
I'm better than you,"
Tweeted he every night
over his golf course view.
"I don't care for
Mexicans,
Muslims,
and not so much
Jews...
Well, at least not the Dems and
those on the
'news'.
I prefer instead
those painted orange,
like me,
in fine Italian shoes.
I'm the President now,
I decide
if the sky stays blue...
not the the artists or the scientists...
and certainly not
you.
I'll make this Country great again!
You'll see,
I know what to do!
Put your faith in me,
a 'Billionaire'!
I promise,
I'll tell you true!"
Hollered he up high,
his chubby fingers crossed,
as his great jowels blubbered,
and his voice quaked with frost.
"I wonder," thought I,
reading his alternate 'facts' of the day,
"Maybe he wouldn't be so grumpy
if his daddy had loved him more,
or at all,
or maybe,
just maybe,
if his fat greedy hands
weren't so
*********
small."
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
Humpty Trumpty
sat on his wall
bleating and blathering,
condemning us all.
"I know the way,
I'm better than you,"
Tweeted he every night
over his golf course view.
"I don't care for
Mexicans,
Muslims,
and not so much
Jews...
Well, at least not the Dems and
those on the
'news'.
I prefer instead
those painted orange,
like me,
in fine Italian shoes.
I'm the President now,
I decide
if the sky stays blue...
not the the artists or the scientists...
and certainly not
you.
I'll make this Country great again!
You'll see,
I know what to do!
Put your faith in me,
a 'Billionaire'!
I promise,
I'll tell you true!"
Hollered he up high,
his chubby fingers crossed,
as his great jowels blubbered,
and his voice quaked with frost.
"I wonder," thought I,
reading his alternate 'facts' of the day,
"Maybe he wouldn't be so grumpy
if his daddy had loved him more,
or at all,
or maybe,
just maybe,
if his fat greedy hands
weren't so
*********
small."
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