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Mr. Presidumb


 

Vote for me, let me control what you do

I’ll make promises that won’t go through

“Are you better off than you were four years ago?”

Nothing has ever changed, how the fuck would I know?

No one uses their right, they say “it never mattered.”

Then they turn around and wonder why things are shattered.

I will raise my right hand

Just look and understand

This is my native land

People got to take a stand

This isn’t no mans land

If this continues I’m going to veto this country

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