Hello Biden, my old friend
I’ve come to vote for you again
Because a madman loudly tweeting
Left his lies while I was sleeping
And the distraction that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of madness
In restless schemes Trump plots alone
Crazy views and heart of stone
’Neath the shadow of a massive debt
You sold your country to pay your bets
When your hair was fried by the flash of a tanning light
Bigly whored the Right
They feared the sound of progress
-
Once by the crooked vote you won
Ten thousand hackers, maybe more
People posting without thinking
People voting with no inkling
People blowing whistles that never snared
No one dared
Disturb the sleep of justice
“Fools” said he “You do not know”
“The Donald like a cancer grows”
“See my tweets that I might fool you”
“Take my word that I might con you”
But his rage, like his guilty whining failed
And echoed with graves and violence
And the people vowed and raved
At the orange god they made
And the voters began their swarming
Into the wave that was forming
And the People said;
’The voice of reason is our call
Tяumper falls’
And we reject his sounds
Of madness…
April 12, 2017
July 06, 2017
July 23, 2017
Hello Biden, my old friend
I’ve come to vote for you again
Because a madman loudly tweeting
Left his lies while I was sleeping
And the distraction that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of madness
In restless schemes Trump plots alone
Crazy views and heart of stone
’Neath the shadow of a massive debt
You sold your country to pay your bets
When your hair was fried by the flash of a tanning light
Bigly whored the Right
They feared the sound of progress
-
Once by the crooked vote you won
Ten thousand hackers, maybe more
People posting without thinking
People voting with no inkling
People blowing whistles that never snared
No one dared
Disturb the sleep of justice
-
“Fools” said he “You do not know”
“The Donald like a cancer grows”
“See my tweets that I might fool you”
“Take my word that I might con you”
But his rage, like his guilty whining failed
And echoed with graves and violence
-
And the people vowed and raved
At the orange god they made
And the voters began their swarming
Into the wave that was forming
And the People said;
’The voice of reason is our call
Tяumper falls’
And we reject his sounds
Of madness…