Last night, in a major address of grievances, lame-duck-in-chief Donald Trump delivered his sow called election lies, as fore tolled, fool of whoppers. Here is a poem chalking up another crime scene…
Sow Lame He Cant Get an Election – Owed to Straight Up Lies
Sow lame
As being numb-er won
Sow aggrieved
As being number two
Going
For the goaled meddle
His sterling in tension
Steeling an election
Fore if you cant
Rise to the occasion
Fuck it
Up
Any weigh
You can
I’m potent as can be
As throne
The loan vote
In the can
