Hail to the Freakin’ Chief *
Are you double freakin’ kidding me?
Take a good look at this fiddle-freakin’
philanderer the dumb-freak American
electorate has just voted back into
the freaking soon-to-be shithouse
White House. Jesus H. Freakin’ Christ
on a freakin’ Ritz Cracker, how freaking
stupid can my fellow freakin’ citizens
really be? This freaking stupid? Well,
yes. Ya wonder if any freaking one
of them ever gave a flying freak
about the freakin’ Constitution, ever
even freakin’ bothered to read it.
Freakin’ guy’s failed at every freaking
business he ever freaking stuck his
freaking name to: Trump Steaks,
GoTrump, Trump Airlines, Trump
Vodka, Trump Mortgage, Trump Ice
(what the freak was that one, anyway?),
Trump Magazine, Trump University,
Recommended for You
Tour de Trump, Trump Network.
Went freaking bankrupt with Trump
Taj Mahal, Trump’s Freakin’ Castle,
Freakin’ Trump Plaza Casinos, Trump
Plaza Freakin’ Hotel, Trump Hotels
And Freakin’ Casinos Resorts, and
Trump Entertainment Resorts. Doesn’t
pay his freakin’ bills, or his freaking
taxes, or anyone freakin’ dumb enough
to work for him. And now he’s freakin’
back in power, he’s freakin’ bound
and determined to freakin’ dismantle
every-freaking-thing he can get his
freakin’ little hands on. Get a load
of the freaking wrecking crew he’s
appointing to run the freakin’ US
government. If there’s a freakin’
God in Heaven, He must be one
freakin’ twisted motherfreaker.
* If you mentally replace “freaking” and variations thereof with the F-word every time you encounter it, you will have a version of this poem as I originally wrote it.
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