When My Baby Walks down the Street,
I Bet the Little Potus goes “Tweet, Tweet. Tweet”
Alas, it seems our head of state
so schooled in the realms of hate,
lacks the wisdom to placate
by offering to abdicate.
No matter that so many hate
this fool behind the White House gate,
he just simply doesn’t get it
and is too dimwit to regret it.
He just blunders through his life
seducing one more colleague’s wife.
He lays on hands wherever they
deign to wander, deign to stray
(up every nearby skirted ass.)
But one, at least, he gave a pass.
He must have reigned it in ( I hope)
when he visited the Pope.
Much as his tweets excoriate
all of his enemies of state,
if he were smarter, he would see
He is his own worst enemy.
Fandango’s prompt for the day is placate.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Thank you for posting this. You are giving me hope!
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Great and insightful poem. And now he’s at the G7 meeting in Canada and trying to placate Putin while alienating our allies. Sheesh.
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I just can’t stand it..How can they possibly let him keep doing these things?
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There are two answers: (1) “party over country,” and (2) “follow the money.”
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You are of course right. We’ve been sold! Taken over as completely as the native Americans were. Get ready for the reservations.
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If we don’t laugh, we will have to tear out our hair and other horrible things. Thanks for the laugh!
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Good one! You can set it to music and we can all sing along!
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Remember the song, “When my baby walks down the street, all the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet?”
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