Rootin', Tootin', Putin
Winkin', Blinken, & Biden Still hidin' The fact that their (poll) numbers are a slidin' Want to give Russia a hidin' Instead of confidin' The truth for sooth All the more The Grand Old Boar Goin' out the door Of time and fate He is prettty late For us to rate the political slate As more and more hate gets dumpted on his manicured pate "The dumb son of a bitch...." Has Got so rich Without a Hitch(ens) Or even a stitch Of clothing that is not loathing As the nation takes a hosing This ultimate political animal And world class high stakes gambler to boot Who has made loot using his root to shoot His wrinkled old load into any old toad in the middle of the road Ever higher and hire Like Faust does he aspire A Mephostoplian brew desired only by the few Emits the stench of sulphur-PU Winkin' & Blinken @ Biden.com Still hidin' their true face from the chaste As they their new true blue master race So well considered and not in haist ...