No Thoughts and Prayers for “Forty-Five”
He wants the one whose Whistle blew,
To lynch him and to beat him blue.
The donald never stops to think,
He neither reads & has no Clue.
His Fall will come and Soon and Swift.
We will soon have a Seismic Shift.
The donald then, will be exposed,
He’ll then blow lone and far adrift.
Without an oar or anchor low,
You would not want to swim with him,
For if you do so, you shall know,
He knows not how to sail or swim.
He is now Doomed & so are you-
If you so folly and connive,
and shut your eyes to what is true.
No Thoughts and Prayers for ‘Forty-Five’.
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