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PRESIDENT COMB-OVER

by brent-kincaid

President Comb-Over, Quite the despicable guy Got himself elected But the wise folk wonder why. Obama wore a tan suit Conservatives went insane, But this Wimpy lookalike butterball Sports a totally artificial mane. If sexual predation were a soccer game This turd would win The World Cup. If you ignored the news and his tweets You’d think someone made this horror show up. He’s lied and cheated and swindled his way In to more lucrative deals than he deserved Then a large minority of certifiable idiots Elected him so he could to pretend to serve. He took the Oath of Office, quite smugly But that’s where his integrity would end. He set about making deals for himself His trophy wives, his offspring and friends. He made few attempts to cover his tracks, Mostly just shouted blatantly obvious lies By which he was fooling no one intelligent. Just the moronic, the foolish and unwise. He relied on the vagaries of human nature That voters are among the laziest humans And would rather vote for a rascal it seems Than take a chance on an honest new man Or woman, or gay or an experienced soul That could take over the Presidential reins Instead of driving our country straight to hell And making huge profits off the remains. Brent Kincaid 4/23/2019
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