The human-hating, ketchup-eating,
Wannabe celebrity that you really are?
Put away your two-toned cars and
Never ending washing machines and try to
See life as it really should be for all.
Euthanized women scream your name but
I know you tremble in fear when
The president calls you for another photo-op
And even though the end is near you just
Can't stop; You laid down trump for the
Very last time and even he is going to die.
So many corporate sponsors for so many
Confused children that think they're
Seeing ghosts described on the news.
It was all to save that poor penthouse
Where you go to be alone and give someone else
The bill. The devil's calling you so pick up the phone.
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