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Trumpbiden 2020

There was this time
With a younger face
And in a better place
I loved all the right stars
Trolled all the best bars
But you have left the scene
And so I lonely keen
Alone I grace the dawn
As a back spasm allows
And search for smarter cows
With no reason to lurk behind
Trying always to be kind
And the road goes on
While I linger in the time share
As if I should care
A president elected next week
They’re all such freak
Make a life for better horizons
Give me a hundred reasons
To listen to the heads on tv
Ought to be like me
65 and so totally alone
No longer rings a phone
A text for you to ponder
Its not getting better and over yonder
Turn to stone

A November To Keebler

18 more days of insanity
Who you gonna vote for?
I’d rather wash my dishes
Then head to any polling door

Maybe write bad poetry
Or paint those shuttered shelves
Who is going to be president?
I’d rather the Keebler elves!

What would be their policy
For thieves and foul mouths?
Whither goest medical or tax policy?
Is the border secure in the souths?

ISIS or ISIL shrinks out in the Middle East
Somehow I think that’s our problem least