He won't eat indeginous Says it's way to bland. Won't try meals from the melting *** That is this land. Said he tried it once And it made him ill. This is why he won't venture outside Of a happy meal. But his tall tale is still amiss. Says he vsited an eatery Where they feed him this; A whole chicken in the *** The feathers give the soup flavor, And fleas. Oh please, oh please! Let's eat the supper then enjoy the disease That comes when you succumb To a poor sous chefs orders. Maybe he is right? Maybe we should secure our borders? Nah, the man's just rich and crazy. White hood hanging in the oval office Like, "Bannon made me." Back to his reteric about the borders. One tall order from a short sighted man Who thinks building walls Can protect "the promised land" . Land, of course, that was never even ours. He'd be better off living somewhere like Mars. Red-orange skin, meet red-orange soil. Mixing martian sand with his Mcnugget body oils. So maybe, maybe we'll all get lucky one day When Musk builds a rocket ship That'll carry him away.
This is a personal opinion and is in no way meant to offend anyone. Please, I do not want to begin a political debate. Lets know we can have different beliefs but still be civil, friendly even. Mark McCrea Jr. 2019