Potus and Flotus
Aren’t like you or me.
They're so special
And it’s by decree.
Potus and Flotus
Do what they want.
A New York haircut trip
Is a necessary jaunt.
Potus and Flotus
Are never together.
Some say it’s only
Because of the weather.
Maybe that’s so.
But i kind of doubt it.
Nothing about them
Seems remotely legit.
Potus and Flotus
Might be plumbing terms.
Possibly tooth decay.
Maybe armies of germs.
Potus and Flotus
Aren’t like you or me.
They lie, cheat and steal
And do it with glee.
They’re broken and crooked
In such desperate need.
There’s nothing they won’t do
To satisfy their greed.
They rarely smile or laugh
Even on a spree.
Unhappy and crazed
Ain’t no way to be.
They live a lie
That’s easy to condemn.
I am happy every day
That I aint like them.
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