Call me a chump But I’m with Trump When it comes to Carson He can’t be accused of parsing When he says pathological He’s being pedagogical Using the man’s own words Which completely under girds
What the man said About the thoughts in his head And it’s no more than logical He said he’s pathological We must wonder hard If he’d still go that extra yard To practice his absurdity I know the thought’s occurred to me
Cuz if you take a look Inside his true confession book You’re gonna be amazed As he recounts the different ways He showed off his temper With his mother front and center Then a friend or relative Who he tried his best to shive
It may sound like a joke But thank God the blade broke Then there’s the guy that he rocked With a solid steel padlock But no one can recall Because the tales he tells are tall Though he insists they’re true But those who know him asked, "Who knew?"