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William Clifton Feb 2018
Here's something to fear
What he did is abundantly clear
There's our Prez with his phone over there
Tweetin' us we've got to beware

It's time to talk, Ryan, what's Trump done?!
Everybody sees a smoking gun

There're memo lines being drawn
Nunes writes to cover Donald's wrongs
Trump's people freaking their minds
Leave'n Sarah Sanders far behind

It's time to learn, Ryan, what's Trump done
Everybody sees he's on the run

What a news-day for the beat
Russian Robos usin' tweets
Pinging 'n carrying lies
Mostly say, "Don's not on our side"

It's time this stops, Ryan, what Trump's done
Everybody knows what's going on

Paranoia strikes deep
Into Trump's life it does seep
It starts when he always evades
Makes up ah line, then thumbs'll tweet it away

He better stop, Ryan, with them thumbs
Each new tweet makes you look dumb

Speak, Ryan, don't back down
Everybody knows what's going round
Stop, Paul, Don's not sound
Everybody thinks you're just his clown
Speak, Ryan, make a sound
Can you tolerate what's going down?!
William Clifton Jan 2018
Met a girl called Stormy and I took her back to my place
Feelin' guilded, feelin' rich, hiding affairs everywhere
Stop! Pay off. Stay in control

Stormy, please don't write about me
Cuz I'm really not as sane as can be
And there are Reds, under my bed
And there are Putin's men in my head
And there's a slew of FBI, watching me
They keep stoppin' me, touchin' me, catchin' me, coverin' me

Paranoia, self destroyer. Paranoia, Don's destroyer

Well I hardly sleep, then awake 'n start Tweetin' out fears
Stormy looked at him and thought you will pay well my dear
She said Don, so many things go wrong with you
One day you're gonna self-destruct
You're down, then up, 'n then I'll take you out
You got ah good thing goin', why Tweet the self-doubt

Richee boy ya' self-destroyer. Tweetin' boy ya' self-destroyer

Privileged boy's got so much to live for
POTUS to go for, so much to lie for
You blow it all with, paranoia
Don's so insecure, the self-destroyer

Paranoia, it' will destroy ya
(Here he Tweets again!) paranoia, Storm will destroy yah!
William Clifton Jan 2018
Goodmorning, Donald, my sick friend.
I've come to help you tweet again
Because your vision's simply creepy,
Has left you vulnerable to tweet with me.
And these visions I have planted in your brain
Are quite insane
Within the bounds of violence.

Of careless schemes you talk by phone.
Narrowed choices cobbled in stone
'Neath my control, you are a champ.
I turn your thinking to the cold and damp
Through your eyes stabs the flash of terror and fright
That blocks all light
Revealing the bounds of violence.

And in this blackened night I saw
Your MAGA People, by the score.
People jeering without speaking.
People fearing without listening.
So you tweet along to voices that they share.
And so they care
To set the bounds of violence.

"Tools," say I, "With Trump you'll know
Violence, likens more and grows.
Read Trumps words that he might teach you.
Feel my charms so I might reach you,"
And Trumps words like giant droplets fell
Which scattered cross the bounds of violence.

And these people cowed and bayed
To the tweets The Don had made.
And the News Reports flashed out warnings
But their words were never quite forming.
And the News said,
The Tweets of the POTUS are written as satanic calls
When darkness falls.
And prospers the bounds of violence."
William Clifton Jan 2018
Somehow over these few years, we'll get by
When the country has dumped Trump. Once and for all, "Goodbye!"
Someday after The Don goes, skies turn blue
Night screams and all those sweat soaked dreams really don't come true

I pray each night upon a star
To wake up where this Devil's far behind me
Where MAGA Hats and Orange Hair Tops
Away! Like 70's Flip-Flops
That's so fine by me

Some say over this next year, Pigs Will Fly
Pigs Fly over this next year,
Then we'll clean up Trump's Pigsty

If Donald Trump sprouts wings to fly
Beyond all rainbows,
We'll hose down his Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiy
William Clifton Jan 2018
I have thrown away our powers
Joining with Trump's followers
Poured the country down the drain
Now my head I am scratchin'
Cuz this Trump keeps ***** Hatchin'
And I fear he won’t refrain

He has made the U.S. brittle
Played us like a fiddle
And why? I can’t explain
All these thoughts I am thinkin'
I just might well take up drinkin’
If it would only ease the pain

Oh, why is Trump our guy?!
He’s a racist that’s fer shore
He just Tweets these things then says them by the score
And then he tweets and bleets some more

I wish I were a Ruffin'
To stand up to Trump’s puffin'
But I don’t see how I'd gain
I’d be the POTUS 2020
If Repubs still have a Party
And I have not gone insane
William Clifton Jan 2018
[Re-Write of Stairway to Heaven by LED ZEPPELIN]

There's a POTUS who's sure all that glitters be sold
And he's buying his family a nation.
Once he gets it he knows that no tax be imposed
With a Tweet he just claims what he paid for.
Ooh, ooh, and he's buying his family a nation.

Of past lies he'll foresware of such words not a care
'Cause his turn of a phrase holds no meaning.
Quick to Wall Street he goes, as if Koch's up his nose,
For it's there he abides for receiving.

Ooh, is he a wonder?
Ooh, or did we blunder?

There in sadness begets, when it's millions he gets,
And our spirits are broken and grieving.
In my thoughts I have seen burning Hope, Democracy,
And hear the voices of those who are paying.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, are we really going under?

And it's shouted that soon, only Rich call the tune,
Citizen's United has made it their season.
And a new day has dawned for this One Percent Throng,
And The Donald will Twitter their chatter.

If you weren't born with a hedge-fund, be alarmed now,
You are their gift for the taking.

I pray there may be two paths we may go down, but in the long run
Is there still time to change the road we're on?

For this one's a blunder.

Trump Family's running the big show, if you did not know,
The Fates allowing them to join him,

Dear Country, you must feel harsh winds blow, for you now know
He's sold you lies so that he'd cash-in

And as he leads us down this road
His shadow's less and so our souls
Democracy for all we know
Will shine less bright and want for show
How everything thought turned to gold
No longer glistens very hard
The truth will dawn on you at last
When all that's good is in the past
We see our country has been soooooooooooold

For Trump's buy-i-ing his fa-mi-ly ah nay-tion
William Clifton Nov 2017
It’s just sew embossing to put this imprint, butter goes.

Sum tines it feels like my thoughts are just a slurries of malapropos. One right have to another.

I never know what’s coming hexed out of my mouth.
Do you heal me? I’m just slay’en.

Bereave me, it’s twines like these I can’t strand to be a wound myself either.

To parallel Virginia Wool, I need a loom of one zone
To un-tango my thoughts and find dancers to these questions.

Cod-Lamb-It-All-To-Health!
Cheese-IS-RICE!
Will this Rever-end?!
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