Twenty Four

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

God forbid!

Voted out in twenty, he'll bounce back,
With his non-stop verbal attack 
Already talking Don in twenty four,
Makes me shudder, can't take anymore
Pissed and hurt, he will not be forgotten
If you forget, something was rotten
He's the Jabba the Hut of presidents,
He's the bloater who refuses past-tense
Seeing his name up in flashy neon lights
Just one of his addictions; his nights
Puffed up with Adderall and inflated self-worth
He demands attention, uses scorched Earth
He doesn't care about any thing or one
In his quest to have the election undone
The pillars are crumbling, a quick sand foundation
That he's seen as a loser chaps his reputation
He's running yet another dastardly con on us all,
Thinks he's Lucy with Charlie's missing football
Sees himself as a powerful American Caesar,
Just needs to be tossed like old meat in the freezer
Destroying trust and democracy to get what he wants
Jabba The Hut is the chilling memory that haunts

Submitted: May 18, 2021

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Penny Scribe

He can't come back if he's in jail. Let's hope for justice.

Sun, May 23rd, 2021 6:06pm


Yes, indeed, thanks, Penny

Sun, May 23rd, 2021 11:46am

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