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My president

I.B. Rad

Mama, that cowboy who rides herd on the White House
can’t be my president
‘cause my president’s a man like Washington
who never told a lie
and spurned reigning as king
after gaining America’s independence,
but choose to be our president instead.
Mama, that haughty “decider”
who holds court in his White House
almost never tells the truth
and fancies himself an American Napoleon
when all he’s done is lose a war.
Mama, is that cowboy guy my president?!

“Mr. President,
    reigning in a world
    plagued by bad actors
    you’re the savior
    of our age
    while all the rest
    are just mere extras
    on might’s global stage,
    playing opposite
    to your regal sage”

Mama, that cowboy who rides herd on the White House
can’t be my president
‘cause my president’s a man like Lincoln,
homespun, hawk-eyed, and wise,
an honest man of the people
who kept us together
after a savage civil war.
Mama, that haughty “decider”
who holds court in his White House
is a corporate stooge,
who’s not overly smart or especially wise
and instead of uniting, he mostly divides.
Mama, is that cowboy guy my president?!

“Mr. President,
    reigning in a world
    plagued by bad actors
    you’re the savior
    of our age
    while all the rest
    are just mere extras
    on might’s global stage,
    playing opposite
    to your regal sage”

Mama, that cowboy who rides herd on the White House
can’t be my president
‘cause my president ‘s a man like FDR
who presided over depression and war
and yet still boldly swore,
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”
Mama, that haughty “decider”
who holds court in his White House
rules by claiming we must be scared of everybody
but him and his staff
who shepherd us on God’s chosen path;
yet, he stumbles over any pebble in the way.
Mama, is that cowboy guy my president?!

“Mr. President,
    reigning in a world
    plagued by bad actors
    you’re the savior
    of our age
    while all the rest
    are just mere extras
    on might’s global stage,
    playing opposite
    to your regal sage”

Mama, that cowboy who rides herd on the White House
can’t be my president
‘cause my president ‘s a man like Truman
who booted out a popular general
and promised all Americans,
“The buck stops here.”
Mama, that haughty “decider”
who holds court in his White House
swears he doesn’t make mistakes,
yet he’s never missed a chance
to blame someone else
for whatever’s gone awry.
Mama, is that cowboy guy my president?!

“Mr. President,
    reigning in a world
    plagued by bad actors
    you’re the savior
    of our age
    while all the rest
    are just mere extras
    on might’s global stage,
    playing opposite
    to your regal sage”

Mama, did you and dad vote
to make that cowboy guy
my president?
Did YOU?!

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