Don't Let the Door Hit Your Ass on Your Way Out of the White House, Donald Trump
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the other day i turned on my TV
i saw you Donald Trump, taking questions from the press the things you said made it clear you're more unhinged than ever a jumbled incoherent rambling mess yes indeed the inner workings of your muddled mind were right there on display for all to see with every disconnected phrase you made it crystal clear the White House ain't the place you ought to bee don't let the door hit your ass on your way out of the White House, Donald Trump hurry back to your gold plated penthouse in the sky we'll just put this ugly episode behind us and pretend it never happened so be a good boy, Donald, run along now it's time to say bye bye even you yourself must know this is all a big mistake beneath that yellow hair you got a head fulla little loose screws we're talking 'bout the office of Abe Lincoln and Obama what a crazy idea to think that you could fill those shoes don't let the door hit your ass . . . so do us all a favor, stick to what you're suited for go judge some beauty contest, you nasty sleaze don't subject us anymore to your ugly orange face you're about as welcome as a fatal disease don't let the door hit your ass . . . |
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