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Scott Simpson
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A. Dream
January twenty, the nightmare began
The seeds of destruction just waiting for a hand
To cast them out—not a great big hand
Just one on a man who could stand in the curtains and
Toss red meat to his Alt Right peeps who were
Lookin' ...for some Fatherland or a slight of hand
From a backwards, armband, reprimand
Of every stand that was taken by the man in the
Office before him—
They're gonna Louis Lamore him,
Gonna Viet Nam war him…
Anything-good-that-was-done-before him
Is gonna be ripped from the core, then
The corporations sucking up the gravy will adore him—
As this fake-news, breakthrough, debutes his snake-moves.
And how about the words you spewed in the campaign?
Inhumane as acid rain…
Making light of the pain you've left in your wake
Like Champaign and no emergency brake, or making
Capital Gains on a cholera outbreak...
You can't hide sewage with a handful of Tic Tacs
Or play Casanova with pussy-grab attacks
Try to hide it, override it like every time you even tried it
She lied—it wasn't you, it's all a lie, a sigh, a spy who must've
Faked a dossier or leaked some hearsay…
It couldn't be the women's accusations— your
Qualifications set you far above the allegations,
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Destract 'em with some deportations 'til you run out
The Statute Of Limitations…
Where is the love? Where is the honesty?
Where is the hope that used to be?
Where? Where has it gone?
Call em names-- crooked, cryin', liddle, lyin'
Rocket man and Pocahontas
while you stand there looking jaundiced,
Laugh, then wash your hands like Pontius...
Call collusion an illusion-- a fusion
You gotta get some kinda truth infusion
cause a lie on a lie on a lie on a lie
only sticks an inch-long needle in everybody's eye
Surround yourself with Bannon, Kushner, Flynn
Ivanka, Sarah, Steven Miller, Kelly Anne...
Its like a swimmin' pool full of bathtub gin--
No 'swamp' just a cesspool full of lyin' grins
Get your justice from your puppet Sessions
To cover all those indisgressions--
EPA, Education, Interior, State Department,
Shrinking government for your own enlargement...
Get woke— this ain't no dream, it's a nightmare.
Get woke— this ain't no dream, it's a nightmare.
It's broke! Hear him screamin' in his high chair.
Get woke— this ain't no dream, it's a nightmare.
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