Is it fact, or fiction? Or just his predilection For causing so much friction Before his contradiction How easily he lies Now, he wouldn’t be surprised If Russia actually did it Though it took time to admit it.
We listened and were patient Despite our aggravation To his strange explanation As he addressed a nation That is used to his pedantics But weary of his antics Of blaming mere semantics Like he is on some Chantix
Of course that’s a joke I know he doesn’t smoke Though he drinks lots of Coke More than the average bloke And do not ask me why? We can count on him to lie While attempting to deny By way of alibi
In search of a reason Was it weakness? Was it treason? That led to his malfeasance Which one should get credence? The jury is still out, But NO COLLUSION! he’ll still shout Though there is little doubt As to what it’s all about