To the man who is won

I can finally say,

Mr President

That you are not Trump

The wake is beginning here

We are nearly drunk

With the cause of our sorrow

Not here in our eyes

But over there in the shadow

Of Biden’s behind.

It does not take much

To show you the when

Of our allegiance to Boris

And our sad looking tie

To you United States

With your terrible size

You do not understand

The work of the miserly

Man called Jeremy Corbyn

Or his way around women

That do not disguise

His ambition to do more

And not in the yoke

Of all tidings though do

With a rope

The end of the knot

In our times and together

We understand it’s a joke

To want more than you oh Jer

Where you do not withstand

The mocking of man and the

Wonder of soap

In the mouth as I

Curse you again

For doing nothing more

Than saying my friend

Vote for me and I’ll see you right

I’ll put you in coma’s

And take you to right on

And mystery and show you

The why’s and wherefore ‘s

That mean nothing here

In the end of it all

Called barrier and time.

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS com BRUCE P SAUNDERS com BRUCE CDF MORE 2020

2 comments
  1. Bioman said:

    Yes my friend. At last we are away from his predatory eye.

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