Written yesterday in contracts
Once in a while a man comes along
Snorting some coke and then hitting a bong;
But now he’s assuming the air of a gent,
Hey! Let’s make this scumbag our next president!
He’s “transcending race” not just being racist
If you disagree he’ll say “cease and desist.”
We don’t know a thing about his temperament
But who cares? We’ll let him be the president.
He threw his dear grandmother under the bus:
“She can’t help her racism – don’t make a fuss.”
But now she just died and his heart needs a splint
Our pity allows him to be president.
Foreigners will now respect us once more
For shoving that cowboy right out of the door;
But our enemies certainly get the hint
This weakling won’t stop them when he’s president.
He’s espousing policies of Karl Marx
Throwing both wealthy and poor to the sharks
But hey! Won’t he help pay my apartment rent?!
Fuck yeah! Let’s just let him be president.
(I have been reading too much A. E. Housman lately.)