
Oh, my, Mr. Oddball.What a teaser!
If Hunter's briefs get any breifer,
It's because he smoked a reefer
And it's sad his mother's rolling in her grave
To see her son was turned into a knave
By her ex the great deciever
And a slight underachiever
Who does nothing good for anybody else
As he extorts taxpayers money to himself
As he throw America 'neath proverb'al bus
until everyone thinks he is treasonous.
For the Chinese know that he is all for sale
As they're making plans to make our country wail.
As their products are a mercenary fail
Cheaply made, they tend to break
Irregardless of their make
And their products do not last
As they take our money fast
With their purchased president
Who is morally so bent
Into pocket-picking ventures,
As our poverty indentures
By the people who are woke
Working fury to invoke
Mis'ry to the common bloke
Who is poorly represented
By the greedy and demented
Massing fortunes of untold
Wealth to cads upon the Hill
Passing out their bitter pill
Breaking trust and breaking will
Of good people who are still
Thinking the elected may'
Benefit them one fine day.
The moral of this story's tale:
That taxes stolen are a fail.