Monday, November 28, 2016

A Dark, Slippery Slope

The president who loves to grope—
Now, isn't that a slippery slope?
How can we say we're full of hope?
Our kids are out there slinging dope.
What can we do?
Let's ask the Pope—
He'd wash out all our mouths with soap.
It's tough to find a way to cope,
When radicals start to elope.
Before we're caught in his harpoon,
We've got to sing a different tune.
We'll find a way—
And, one day soon.
Or else, we'll end up on the moon.

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