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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Political · #2174949
A painfully sharp look at a small-town restaurant dinner table discussing current events.
The President's a Communist, a Nazi, a Socialist,

a scary man, a foreign man, a stooge, a puppet.

They wanted him, they pulled strings, he's their man.

Them, them, them, they're un-American.

Them, them, them, they're irreligous,

Them, them, oh wait just a minute.

Here's our food, let us pray.

The little places voted our way,

but the big cities voted for them!

That lifestyle, the baby killers,

My preacher says abortion's a way

of making fewer liberals (ha ha).

Oh here's our food, let us pray.

the liberal Muslim commies,

them, they want to take away

take our guns, take our freedom

take our marijuana, make us healthy,

make us safe when we ride.

Them, them, they, they, those people...

Here's our food,

let us pray.
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