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  

Red, white, and black

A super dumper smack

To those who lack

Melination.


To make one hell of a nation is their real vocation

That's more like  a vacation 

From reality.

These bumbs are chums 

Who throw us mere crumbs as we live in slums

As the system hums

The Devil's dynamo

Ho -ho-ho

Way to go Joe. Blow!

Who got us in a rowe with the worst possible foe

As nuclear Armageddon seems to be our way a headin'.


Rootin' tootin' Putin will be our way a shooin'

His hypersonic missiles & Orthodox epistles


You may have Trump's rump

But Vlad you will not thump

This impaler is not an inhaler.


Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy

Eagle-eye and private-thigh

A quite evening, a sensual sigh

Hell to pay, the Devil to slay

A new Wotld War in honor of Thor.


One finds in humans

Something so sadly lacking-

City sacking, body hacking, smacking, wacking, and snacking

On the body parts of children.


A world to win that's based on sin

A soul  if the mind you can confuse

With yesterday's news and views and bad reviews

No prisoners taken

No Quarter given to those so riven

The spirit of Life from this planet driven

By the political resort to this type of sport

Newly emerged from the social retort

Is Capitalism's crowning glory

That is the final bookend of the human story.


Winkin' @ Blinken, & Biden, LLC 

Who's true face may be in outer space

And the new arms race

Just in case

The human race

Is what they want to wayste


Winkin', Blinken, and Stinckin'

Is the Dem party thinkin'

For hypocacy the so-called "Party of the people" 

Has no equal or sequal

Right from the start their ass their ass laid a fart   

The slave owner's party now the party of the knaves, raves, & slaves 

Every dog will have it's day

Every man his hour of power 

No matter how dower and sour

The climb to power in Babylon's Tower

And the golden shower , the masses that cower

Amidst the red poppy flower.                                      



["Pity those who win the game but lose the love they sought to claim."]


                                                   

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