To the Liar In Chief

Hey there, Mr. Liar in Chief,liar liar pants on fire

I’m not miring in no grief,

not on account of you.

Go ahead, plot your Reichstag fires,

Poison the air with sordid hires.

Your suntan is fake,

your words a mistake.

You think you got power,

but it will be gone in an hour.

All you’ve got is bling,

I’ve got Dr. King.

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