Michele, The Next President Of The Us Poem by Stan Petrovich

Michele, The Next President Of The Us



A growing network of total insanity
Pervades the South and the North.
I would take some quotes of Bachmann,
Put them forth,
But they could and should sicken
The strongest of men;
So grab a pen,
Look them up,
You won't need notes,
Even if you don't throw up!
She is ahead in a few states;
Misguided idiots they have to be:
She doesn't know the fig from the tree.
There are the rednecks who,
Like her,
Advocate a return to slavery,
Advocate unemployment so they can get their worthless asses elected,
And feed off the misery of the masses.
They cannot be allowed to succeed,
Even if we had to banish her to Crete.

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Stan Petrovich

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