Years ago
club comedians would joke about mothers-in-law,
Skin colour,
thick Irish and blondes, and oh how most of us laughed.
But over
time some jokes once funny became unfunny,
Like right
now because we have a blonde in the White House,
And a joke,
a blonde and a joke, a two-for-one special that’s anything but.
The
blonde-joke, joke-blonde stomps around bigger than Billy Big Biscuits
And his
mouth keeps flapping and his peculiar language pours out,
His fingers
are surgically attached to a keyboard for he must tweet.
He is an
addict, insensitive, inconsiderate, narcissistic, self-absorbed,
Self-obsessed,
self-centred, a victim of self-inflicted love bites,
A compassion-free
zone who says devastated Puerto Rico is a good news story,
That the
island is surrounded by “water, big water, ocean water”
And rescue
and relief is difficult because of all that water. He sees
Outstretched
hands begging for help, says thanks and gives them high fives.
Good job,
good news, making America great again, or maybe grate.
Yes, we
have a blonde in the White House and a village is missing its idiot.
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