Anarchophy - President Grab a Pussy Lyrics

Make America Great Again by making Americans hate again

President Grab-a-pussy
President build-a-wall
President golden showers
Awaiting Putin's call
President carnage
President Fake News
President intolerant
Of anyone else's views
President little hands
President insecure
President winning
Like we've never won before
President no tax
President billionaire
President who thinks a blind trust
Can be a family affair
President Islamophobe
President election hack
President taking all our progress
And turning that progress back
President American carnage
President America first!
President 45
Who made 43 no longer the worst
President Apprentice
President You're fired
President who so many racist, sexist assholes you have inspired

I thought I'd have something clever to say
After Donald Trump's inauguration day
The crowning of a President endorsed by the KKK
In the same week we celebrated the birth of MLK
But what words are left that can make any of this OK?
And at the same time acknowledge that this isn't going away?
That orange Hitler was the victor and that he's here to stay?
That our deepest ideals are about to be betrayed?
And so far from what is decent we have very clearly strayed?
Besides, how many more times do his failings have to be displayed?
The sheer number of disqualifying factors could form a f*cking parade!
Yet that didn't seem to matter on last year's election day
And it is too late now even if they did somehow persuade
So we are forced to pull the covers on this rotten bed we made
And slumber four years with one eye open the fractured sleep of the afraid

President Twitter troll
President repeal
President the art of making a f*cking deal
President thin-skinned
President litigious
President who lies so much that his bullshit is prodigious
President unethical
President regrettable
President whose war crimes soon won't be hypothetical
President birther
President body-shamer
President class of '13 WWE hall of famer
President insulting
President inflamer
President who put to rest the claim they're all the samer
President real estate
President corrupt
President who like his businesses will leave us all bankrupt
President climate denier
President nuclear slaughter
President who creepily seems to want to f*ck his own daughter

Whenever I picked up my pen today
Or opened my mouth up to vent today
The words died on my tongue or the page today
Just "President Trump" then I'd start to fade
That sentence alone and the joke was made
Cutting deeper than any satirical blade
Four syllables that feel like a hand grenade
Like a burning hot day when you can't find shade
You can't even laugh you feel so dismayed
Depression so heavy it can't be weighed
A bill that's so large it cannot be paid
So this is the best I could serenade
These lemons not even Beyonce could turn into lemonade:

Whatever your politics
Whoever you are
Let's agree Reality TV has now gone too far