The light came above I needed not yawn,
I sat there a while so happy and mellow,
The sun blinked back to greet a fellow.
Wondering what then was in store,
After all it was Christmas once more,
I got to thinking of all the joy to be had,
Then I got mad and thought of the cad.
That was elected on November sixth,
Giving myself a much needed lift,
Thought of the day that I could say,
I am so glad that you are going away,
Get out of here you son of a bitch.
In our lives you are a serious glitch,
Get out of here you lousy stinker,
With our freedoms you did tinker,
You rotten lousy trouble maker,
Nothing but a low down faker,
For twenty years you heard a pastor,
Calling for our country's disaster,
Every Sunday, "damn America" he cried,
When you were asked you then lied",
"I never listened", was your remark,
Your lying eyes empty and stark,
You sent your wife with children too,
Listened to words your pastor did spew,
You cause us to hate and envy the other,
Applying ideas of your father and mother,
Transform America as you see fit,
From that seat of power you sit,
Thinking and planning what you see as right,
Probably conceived while high as a kite,
Take your wife that appears so crude,
Then take along the rest of your brood,
To Chicago or where ever you're from.
Of your real birth, the proof has been none,
Get out of here and leave us alone,
Of your ideas we are tired and groan,
Get out of here, give America back,
Incompetent, lazy, leadership you lack.
In that great house never did you belong,
Four years more, it doesn't last long,
The damage you do we shall then see,
Leftest ideas, will effect us negatively
Doing everything to destroy our ass,
A low down snake that crawls in the grass
Please jump off a cliff you bastard creep,
Followed by all your left leaning sheep.
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