Tom Foolery For President

Let’s pretend you have a gun.

You want fun and to find some

You put boring on the run

Come undone.

You’re the one

You say stop or we will shoot

We still loot

With your boot

Firmly stepping on our throat.

You know that we didn’t vote

For you try hard to get our goat

To cross our moat

In a holy boat.

That won’t float.

Mr. President, you can’t swim.