“Nobody respects women more than
I do.” – Donald Trump
“I just start kissing them. It’s
like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star they let
you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the p*ssy. You can do
anything." – Donald Trump
Oh, Donald
J. Trump, that stupid, stupid, stupid (on into infinity), petty, powerless,
impotent, insane, little inch worm of a pale imitation of a man, after tens of
thousands of boners and faux pas, and the general comportment of a hate-filled
raving lunatic, a Dexter Morgan without the inordinate supply of Saran-Wrap, it
appears his recorded admission of repeated sexual assaults may finally slay
this destructive and corrosive campaign.
Be it
through incarceration, sanitarium commitment or simply by a majority of the
U.S. population running him out of our country with torches and pitchforks, we
will soon be free of the lying, cheating, stealing, molesting, worthless
parasite on humanity, and feral feces flinging, unevolved primate that proud
Republicans have chosen as their presidential cream of the crop, and party
standard bearer.
And so,
while perhaps a tad premature, “… and several butcher’s aprons” happily takes
this opportunity to bid adieu to this national embarrassment and bedbug in the
boudoir of every inhabitant of this great blue planet, with a simple little
poem entitled, “It’s Time to Say Goodbye to Trump.” Enjoy, and please share, for
nothing would be more gratifying than the discovery that somehow this vindictive
vitriol in verse appeared in front of Belial’s beady peepers, for an underpaid
and physically harassed assistant to read aloud to the illiterate debtor.
“I moved on her
like a bitch, but I couldn’t get there. And she was married. Then all of a
sudden I see her, she’s now got the big phony t*ts and everything.” – Donald
Trump
It’s Time to
Say Goodbye to Trump
It’s time to say goodbye to
Trump,
Whose brain, I’m told, is but a
stump
Composed of mealy worms and lice,
And other things not quite that
nice.
His soul, his Dad had plated gold,
His heart, removed at 5 years
old.
His hands, sewn on from baby
dolls,
His glans, determine protocols.
So fond is he of lawless sex,
From minor girls, to daughter’s
pecks,
That Donald’s fully in his glory,
When boasting of deeds statutory.
Each trophy wife came C.O.D.
To be exchanged at 43.
Each marriage marred by his
deceit
Each bride sent back, return receipt.
He stole funds raised for wounded
vets,
To cover huge financial debts.
He ridicules their war born
stress,
When called, Trump hid ‘neath
Momma’s dress.
No coward is there more than he
Who picks on other’s frailty.
If weak or burdened with disease,
You're fodder for Trump cruelties.
It’s time to say goodbye to
Trump,
By any gauge, a horse’s rump
“All the
rainbows in the sky
Start to
even say goodbye,
You won’t be
seeing rainbows any more.
Setting suns
before they fall,
Echo to you,
that’s all, that’s all.
But you’ll
see lonely sunset after all.
It’s over.
It’s over. It’s over.” – Roy Orbison
Any comments,
questions, criticisms, candid confessions, cash contributions? Contact me
at butchersaprons@mail.com.
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