W-wack
Wackitty wickedly
Kiddingly
Little kiddy
T-pose
On my nightmares
Because then at least I ridicule ‘em
Because if I don’t then they become reality
Whether in truth or by way of insanity
No lickety split
But I’ll split the lickety
Micketty Mouse
Of anyone who comes after my family
But my nightmares are mostly just
Reality
Past memory
Seventh grade eulogy
Haven’t gone many good things to say
My own personal Getty’s
Burg-y’s
Hamburgers make America what it is today
And describe perfectly the lethargy in which we lay
We look amazing through the commercials
Then we overly obese and our stupidness got other nations
Going mental
Parental
Guidance
Seems to be needed for America’s
Survival
Revival
Is exactly what we don’t need
Forget Making America Great Again
America was great when people like him
Weren’t even allowed close to presidency
Don’t get me wrong I just think it’s twisted
That we’re screwed
If the two people who made it to final elections candidacy
Were people like them
Twisted only looking for their own gain
Insane
In a way that’ll kill all of us
Gotta give props
N.K. hasn’t bombed us yet
But with Trump trying they’ll be sure to do it soon
And then we’ll all be floating in little pieces
Peacefully around the moon
Weeeeeeee!