His flashing eyes!
His floating hair!
The Ridin’ Biden?
He plays fair!
How dare he dare!
He has a socialistic plan
To ban the planets who rotate right!
He’s mean and keen
And he will break your overbite!
He’ll do whatever
He damned well pleases!
Oh, Base, oh Base
Get down on your kneeses!
I despise you all
And hope you fall
And die of cold
Or die of heat;
It never gets old
To watch you fold.
I let you die of Trumpandemic
But now I’m out to scare
You to death with the dire predictions
Of imaginary Biden
Whose leads widen
My lies no longer can be sold!
He’ll square the moon!
Eat a loon!
He’ll replace the flag
With an all-black rag!
He’ll make water run uphill!
He’ll make the sun too chill!
So much solar power
Sucked from the sun each hour!
It will die! I wouldn’t lie!
You know I never do!
And I love everyone!
(Who isn’t Muslim or Jew,
Or dark, or smart, or thinks,
Or cares, or loves
Or anyone who cannot afford
A yacht and gloves).
But people like that?
They hardly count at all.
Long as you stick with me,
You’ll have a ball.
But lest you forget
Let me now resume.
I’ve no evidence but you can presume
Biden will cancel Christmas!
And even cancel sex!
Ivanka thinks he uses hypertext!
He’ll turn off gravity!
Make everyone marry a woman of color
Maybe your own daughter. Did I mention Ivanka?
She’s also a brilliant business tycoon billionaire like me.
Oh, but yeah, we were talking about Obama and how
He tried to make America — you know he’s from Kenya?
Did I mention that I am a mental giant?
Yep. Went to the Doctors and they were amazed!
They said my brain was hardly grazed!
They told me: “man, woman, person, camera, TV”
And I said:
Hey! that’s me!
A story about me!
I am a man
(Or at least pretend to be one)
I grabbed at women by the score;
Raped more than a few;
It didn’t count because a woman isn’t really a person.
I confessed it all on camera; it all was taped.
But then on TV, I simply japed.
All was forgiven by my faceless base.
They all need me, but I don’t need any one of them.
They are what I call the “Minutes”.
There are people you need for a few minutes — and when those minutes are over,
The photo-op done?
You’ve no more need of them.
But there are others I think of as the “Hours” —
These are people you need to be your tool
For an hour or two; long enough to win a suit.
Long enough to sell a lie.
And, a few are the “Days” —
They are not a momentary craze.
I might wait a month or two
Before I chop them up and throw them in the stew.
And that rhymes with slew
I guess you knew!
I’m over two hundred thousand and twenty-two!
Way ahead of Putin who
Has not passed thirty two!
But Oh, yes, I was talking about how terrible Obama was!
Or, wait, I seem to be in a bit of a fuzz.
Clinton, Hilary that’s the one we’ll lock her up!
Because why should a black or a woman be POTUS
And not me?! ME!?! Born rich and lost it all.
Pity me, pity me, oh, poor me!
Let me dis you and kiss you
And spread my sick death
I’ll unmask you
And you and task
You to suck in my breath.
Kim Jung Un really opened my eyes!
To be a leader, you needn’t be wise!
Just grab for the cruel-stick don’t ever let go!
Demand to be king in the absolute know!
Watch me steer America
Down into flame.
With all of my fingers
I’ll spread out the blame.”
And give a good shake.
Another Trump term
Would be a mistake.
One day soon, we’ll all recall
We work best when we work as one.
Working together will add to the fun.
Work together for the good of all.