So…
Fat Donnie who sits as if perched on a toilet
In a fast-food restaurant stall
His brain’s now so fevered anybody could boil it
And here’s to the genius who started it all
(Drum roll)
From the Acropolis
It’s…George Papadopoulos!
So…
Here we go…
Fat Donnie Trump’s getting Muellered
We can all see it’s not a fair fight
In one corner sits a real dullard
His opponent’s fit, honest and bright
It’s all closing in on Don T.
We can see that it’s driving him nuts
The entire FBI is his sworn enemy
And the Justice folk all hate his guts
He convenes all his Generals for a meeting on Syria
A very nice show for TV
But he chews up the time with his oral diphtheria
Of bullshit, lies and me, me, me
And dumb Donnie Junior who loves killing game
Now knows how it feels to be stalked
And if Mueller’s fired it’ll still be the same
‘Cause we’ll get ’em all here in New Yawk
And who the fuck elected Jarvanka
The source of more Mueller fatigue
It all makes fat Donnie go bonkers
And acting just like Captain Queeg
This Cohen thug’s fat Donnie’s attorney
And the Feds have just kicked in his door
So fat Donnie’s even more squirmy
And fucked up than he was before
Meanwhile Paul Manafort and Gates
And both Flynns sing sweet Mueller tunes
Driving fat Don to a full Norman Bates
A mad unhinged loony buffoon
Only an arrogant fool
With a lifetime of being a crook
Above every law every rule
Could think he’d stand Justice’s look
Surrounded by the best of the worst
The ass-kissers kissing the ring
Of the moron whose creed is “me first”
All stroking the idiot king
DeVos and Pompeo and Mnuchin
Now Sessions and Bolton’s moustache
And Pruitt and Carson that douche ‘n
Their noses up fat Donnie’s ass
As long as Trump’s arm is the list of his crimes
His ethic’s as short as his dick
History will note it’s the worst of our times
Trashed by a moron who’s sick
So here’s how it all will go down
Bob Mueller having rolled up his sleeves
Is hell-bent to run them to ground
Fat Donnie and all of his thieves
Each day brings us more revelations
And cause for disgust and derision
Have faith we’ll soon hold celebrations
When Bob sends them all off to prison.
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Let’s play some background music for this chapter…
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Thanks C….i sorta think that this one is a bit more appropriate; continue…
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