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Get him out of town

January 23rd, 2019 Leave a comment Go to comments

Did you ever wonder
What sort of mass blunder
Would bring the president down?

It’s not like the Russians
Or unwanted touchings
Have much tarnished his crown

The children in cages
And sporadic rages
Don’t cause more than a frown

But what if just maybe
As he sat there to pee
(‘Cause you know he sits down)

There’s a hose on the john
That vacuums up the Don
Into the sewer’s brown

He could live in the shit
Like that creeper from It
And be the true piss clown

A role he was born to play
How it would brighten our day
If we flushed that fucker down

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