There was a baby from the City
Who had to have his way.
He started rich but wanted more,
For no one, did he sway.
Golden Temples he did build
To honor HIM, they stood.
Truth was not an absolute!
He'd make his own...then learned he could!
The White House was his destiny
And thus it came to pass.
The Oval Office is his crib
Gold curtains drape his ass.
The talking heads of NEWS keep saying
"Maybe he will change!"
But the Soul of this country
Has become deranged.
There is another way:
To honor HIM, they stood.
Truth was not an absolute!
He'd make his own...then learned he could!
The White House was his destiny
And thus it came to pass.
The Oval Office is his crib
Gold curtains drape his ass.
The talking heads of NEWS keep saying
"Maybe he will change!"
But the Soul of this country
Has become deranged.
There is another way:
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