Hillarump
It came on the scene, just as noxious and quick
As the smell of the gas from someone who’s quite sick
Invaded our space, made us cringe, made us swoon
Then got louder and worse, like an out of key tune
Like nails on a chalkboard, or chewing steel wool
The Hillarump kept droning on, spewing stool
And then lie after lie it produced massive heaps
Of manure for the talking heads six o’clock sweeps
And this most septic process, this river of waste
Is to choose who will lead the free human race
Yes, our choices seem dim, as we wade through this sty
Which would you like poked in, your left or right eye
There’s a light at the end, a respite, a way out
That our Congress will save us from Hillarump’s clout
Yes our House and our Senate will save us with glee
From Hillarump’s judgement, if they’ll only agree
Oh, that’s right, they’re all morons and as idiots do
They’ll in-fight, bicker, *****, whine complain and argue
So, just how do we save this democracy
From the right and the left and the bureaucracy
Gary Johnsons our man cause he’s honest and true
Vote for him, liberty and America too
He will stop Hillarump from degrading this nation
To a reality show and complete subjugation
By the bigots and assholes, do-gooders and stump
The far right and far left who’ve devised Hillarump
Copyright © William Smith | Year Posted 2016
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