I crave to man handle Lads in our *** scandal; Pray for us.
My hub's a ******, Pleads, L'amour toujours; Pray for us.
We seek your affection, Count our Sunday collection; Pray for us.
We drink golden showers, Are massaged for hours; Pray for us.
On our private jet, We ***, drink and fete; Pray for us.
You don't know squat Till you Manage a trois; Pray for us.
We are rich, And white as hell; And richer now That we fell.
Pray for us all.
Yeah, the ***** got over ten million dollar severance package from Liberty University. He can't fly in the private jet anymore. ****. How will he manage. I know. America will pray for he and Becki, and give them more money.
Son of Ham, slave of slaves, reigned. Humiliated, but unrepentant, defiant, and unfearing, They asked for one of theirs to be king. Saul, anointed and prophesied, crowned king. David, feigned madness, fought for the Philistines.
It’s your own book But you don’t toe the line! You ignore your own religion But demand to control mine! You deserve no credit As far as I can see Except that you excel In blatant hypocrisy!
You wave your flags And lionize the Old South With things Jesus never said Coming out of your mouth. It’s almost like your mind Is now permanently delirious, Though you still demand that we Should all take you serious.
Just like a guy in the local park That seemed to suffer a mental pox, The difference is, unlike that man You don’t stand on any soapbox. But both of you babble constantly With precisely the same vanity That the madness you spew Should be accepted as sanity.
Neither of you care to understand That spreading untruths can destroy The wisdom of experience we have. It blinds people to the precious joy Of sharing love for love’s own sake; Accepting people as blessed as you, And as deserving of your good wishes, Hoping their best dreams come true.