Still on the Nickel?
Four hundred thousand for a pension, a million for his travel.
More for his security, McConnell, pound your gavel.
Give him not a penny. Not a nickel nor a dime.
He deserves no further payment for his life of crime.
May the senate use its Trump card to deal out his comeuppance.
When it comes to a pension, he should get nary a tuppence.
We’re tired of his finagling, the lies and all the trouble.
It’s time we drew the needle out to burst his four-year bubble.
If I may be pauciloquent, I’ll simply say, “IMPEACH!!!”
Finally do the right thing. Kick out the sonnofabeach!!!!!!
Prompt words today are comeuppance, trouble, pauciloquent (terse, using few words) and finagle.
“On the Nickel” in this context means “On the dole.” The Nickel is a street in San Francisco where a lot of homeless hang out. That Trump should have his hand out for further entitlements after his term is over just seems unconscionable to me. Let him earn his own nickels from now on. Impeachment will insure this. Here is one of my favorite Tom Waits songs that I drew my title from.