I'm fed up with all the people
And especially the ones under a church's steeple,
Pretending that he's not a felon
While hearing his convictions and his crimes all is tellin'.
I'm tired of all of his false rumors and his lies
And his clown garish makeup disguise,
I am also tired of his smug attitude
When the very truth he does allude.
I am also sick of all of his arrogance
His voice, and his face for which I have no tolerance,
His just a spoiled, pampered bullying rich hood
I can't wait for the day he's out of our lives for good.
Randy L. McClave
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