By: Cedric McClester

There’s general congruence
Concerning their influence
Over this president
Who follows their content
Religiously speaking
For the information they’re leaking
Which he’s always seeking
Mornings, nights and weekends

Conspiracy theories
Like sugar plum fairies
Alway are around
Cuz his mind is unsound
So if the truth be told
He swallows them whole
If I may be so bold
Like a pirate likes gold

He’s off the wall
Always dropping the ball
Incapable of leading
So we’re not succeeding
In beating this thing
Like he said in late spring
As they did in Beijing
Which was once called Peking

Now it’s Q-anon
That has his mind gone
Because they said nice things
About what he brings
He’s unfit for the job
And besides he’s a slob
Who looks like the blob
Used like a doorknob










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