Trump makes the U.S. so haunting
That refugees find us too daunting.
They’ll try Mexico,
And not Chicago
(our murder rates we should keep flaunting . . . )
The Press likes to think it’s unique
In not being able to speak
The truth anymore --
But there are a score
Of those who prefer the oblique
If I were a rabbit this year
I might be inclined to adhere
To packing some heat,
To make the punks fleet
When they make a grab at my ear.
They’re messin’ with the Oreo -- although they say they’re not.
This really gets my goat and ties my stomach in a knot.
Who are they to tinker with a cookie so complete
That all you need is milk to be ecstatically replete?
Experiment with anything you like, but if you change
A single crumb of Oreo your face I’ll rearrange!
Our video games are so cool
They keep our young men out of school --
They spend ev’ry day
At video play,
And won’t get wet in the job pool.
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